"Hey, guys, listen to this," you announce as you click on the browser you've been assembling links related to this particular possibility in. "There's a town nearby called Helmuth, which has had all sorts of weird rumors about cults, supernatural events, and strange goings-on since it was founded in the late 1800s! Lately, some young women, mostly high school students both from nearby and who visit for various reasons, have been going missing."\n\n"Gosh, missing girls? If we actually found them, we could be heroes!" Tanya says enthusiastically, turning in her seat to look back at you. "Maybe even get on the news! And, y'know, it would be good to actually save them, too."\n\n"The news media is actually just a capitalist construct controlled by the conservative oligarchy as a tool of oppression," Ted muses. "But yeah getting some coverage for saving kidnapped girls <i>would</i> be pretty sweet."\n\n"Maaaan, they're probably all already chopped up and stuck in some psycho's freezer, maaaan," Skinny groans quietly, putting both hands over his face and writhing lightly in his chair. Woolly lets out a low grunt that seems to be agreement with his master, putting both large paws over his face.\n\nAs usual, everyone ignores Skinny, and you direct Ted on which exit to take. It's not long before you're all rolling down main street of Helmuth, the outdated-looking storefronts seeming empty and forelorn. You wonder if the town seems so abandoned because it's night, if it's just because it's a small town in the middle of nowhere, or because of the recent disappearances. Either way, you only spot one light on, a small building whose somewhat age-tinted window bears a rather newer-looking set of white letters reading 'Tourism Department'. Ted pulls over, and the lot of you bundle out and head inside, Woolly dutifully remaining outside by the door.\n\nThe balding man inside looks shocked at having someone come in at this time of night (or at all, probably), but at least he doesn't shoo you out immediately. Stepping up, you give him a grin. "Hi, we thought we'd stop by. We're sort of amateur investigators, and your town seemed really interesting when I was reading about it online."\n\n"Ah, here ta try an' look up the missin' girls, huh?" The man gives a bit of a sniff, scowling. "Was a buncha folks crawlin' all over when it first started, but since weren't nothin' sexy uncovered quicklike, most of 'em done forgot us. All that's left is some fella from the FBI still lookin' into it."\n\nNudging Ted in the side with an elbow before he can go into one of his rants about the FBI, you pick up, "Well, that did draw our interest, sir, but it was also the rest of your town's supposed history."\n\n"Them sorts, huh? Well, we get 'em from time to time," he mutters, not particularly happy or unhappy about the fact it seems. "Well if you wanna see someone that specializes in that sorta stuff, there's a shop called '[[Madame Thastra's|WilmaTownPlaceholder]]' two streets over, she might be open even at this godforsaken hour," he grumbles, glancing at the clock as it clicks over to 8:30. Small towns, man. "I guess if you're inta more intellectual pursuits, there's the [[local library|WilmaLibraryStart]], it's open all night. And now I wouldn't particularly advise it, but I know kids like you are like ta find out this stuff anyway, so I may as well say it... out in the woods are an [[old barn|WilmaTownPlaceholder]] and the ruins of some pre-colonial [[mission|WilmaTownPlaceholder]]. Both got lotsa tall tales told about 'em, though I'd say just as well steer clear of 'em, plenty of ways for 'em to be dangerous without any ghosts and demons nonsense. Still and all, there's brochures over there if you're interested... an' suggested donations if ya take 'em."

You know what, you're just curious enough to throw down a twenty on this. "You know what, yeah, sure, I'll take the Summer Girlfriend Special," you answer, fishing your wallet out of your jeans.\n\n"Great! You wait by the counter, I'll go get it ready for you!" she chirps, disappearing through the door in the back.\n\nYou blink, then shrug. Maybe it's something she's got to gather up and bag. You step over to the counter and lay a twenty dollar bill on it, then put your wallet into your pocket and wait. A few minutes later the employee returns... followed by another girl. You think she's closer to your age, but it's a little hard to judge since she's so tall. She's also lean, with short, tousled sandy blonde hair, not much in the way of a chest, and wearing a tight black t-shirt and a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to above her elbows, and slightly battered blue jeans. What, do they need two people to do this? You glance up at the blonde as the other girl moves behind the counter, partly because said blonde has apparently decided to stand right next to you, hands in her pockets.\n\n"Aaand there we go!" the counter girl says as she finishes using the register. "Please enjoy your summer girlfriend."\n\n"Er... what?"\n\n"Go on, go on, you two should get going and have some fun," the brunette says, rounding the counter and starting to shoo you outside. You're not sure where she got her technique but you find yourself helpless not to go scampering towards the exit as she flits her hands. "Go! Go! Get started with your summer!"\n\n"... uh..." You stand outside the store, glancing back at it, then up at the blonde, who's just smiling at you in an amused, slightly knowing way. "Wait... what just happened? She said... uh..."\n\n"Right. Summer girlfriend special. Twenty dollars and you get a girlfriend for the summer." She grins and holds out a hand. "Liz."\n\n"Um, Cyan." You take the hand and shake it, and can't help but add, "I'm straight."\n\n"Then why'd you want a girlfriend?" Liz asks, cornflower blue eyes twinkling in what you highly suspect is delight.\n\n"I didn't! I mean, I just... I was just curious-!" You cut yourself off and blush brightly as Liz's amusement obviously kicks up a notch at that. "About the <i>store</i>! Curious about the store! And she said 'girlfriend special' and I was curious about what she meant and... and I don't even know what's happening!"\n\n"Simple, it's the summer girlfriend experience. I'm just in town for the summer, and at the end of it I'll go home. But before then we'll have time to build plenty of fond memories that you can look back on for the rest of your life. Well, ideally. I'll do my best." She gives a little shrug, then gives you that smile that's somehow simultaneously genuine, teasing, and knowing. ... You do have to admit that's a really great smile and kind of makes you Feel Things. Maybe. A little bit. "Anyway, how about we start simple. Want to get some ice cream?"\n\n<hr>\n[[This is too weird, you're leaving!|GGGF]]\n\n[[... Yeah okay...|GGGF1x2]]

After staring for a moment more, you click the 'Close' button on the browser. You're just going to act like you didn't see most of those zeroes. Or... something. You felt you were on the edge of several different cliffs there and maybe it's best to just step away. For now you'll do your best to live your life normally and just not worry about money. That seems like the best idea.\n\nYou glance at the time, and realize you probably ought to go ahead and head to school. Getting up, you toss off the tanktop and start getting dressed in the uniform, with the white blouse, black pleated skirt, and the white thigh-highs that aren't included but were laid out. (Celest must have picked them out, and, well, they do look good with the rest of the outfit. You slip your feet into your shoes and tap the toes against the floor, then pick up the messenger bag, rooting around in it for the cell phone you just know is there. Checking it, it looks like Celest did her best to clone your old one and load it with the Japanese equivalent of your apps where available... man if she managed to do a transfer of your FGO account to the Japanese server you will be considerably less fussed about all this. But let's see, you have a fair idea of how far the school is...\n\nYour stomach grumbles some, reminding you that you missed breakfast staring at your bank account. Oh, right. You do a few quick calculations in your head. You think you could make it by bus and foot if you hurry and only do something really light for food, and you could probably make time to actually pick something out you really want if you take the train instead, or you could actually eat breakfast and still get to school on time if you called a cab. You suppose it's really mostly about how much you want to try to live a 'normal' life like you don't have a better cash liquidity than most large countries.\n\n<hr>\n[[Foot & bus.|GGJS1x2]]\n\n[[Train.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Cab.|GGJS]]

Sighing a bit, you decide that you really don't want to find out after the fact that there's some weird space virus on board the ship that turns people into zombies or something. You try willing the helmet up and it responds, expanding and clacking into place around your head, the suddenness making a few of the pirates jump. It immediately begins streaming information to you, but you do your best not to let it overwhelm you.\n\nThe crew seems to know what they're doing, efficiently finding an airlock to access and extending a boarding tube to it, then jimmying open the manual release for it. Your team passes through in little clumps, leaving you standing in the hallways. Your helmet picks up some writing on the wall, identifying it as Raptarran but apparently unable to actually translate it. A little image pops up of what's apparently a Raptarran from the shoulders up... it looks a <i>lot</i> like a brown, tiger-striped velociraptor with a cheeky smirk on its thin lizardy lips. You definitely don't want anyone getting caught alone with something like that.\n\n"Alright, weapons out and let's sweep the ship first, we don't want any of those bastards jumping out at us from hiding." You lift your own blaster pistols as all the pirates begin unholstering or prepping their own guns. "Groups of three, no one goes anywhere alone. Everyone checks in with me every five minutes. Got that?"\n\nThe pirates murmur assent, many of them seeming... confident? It looks like they're actually pleased with your leadership, and you resist the urge to preen a little about it. Instead you point out two of the pirates to accompany you... one named John, the other being the guy you tried to kidnap yesterday, Delvan. You've decided you'll feel better if he's where you can keep an eye on him rather than somewhere deciding how he can successfully off you. The three of you move off down the corridor ahead, beginning to check the rooms.\n\nSoon, though, something begins to get to you. You look at the floor and around the latest room you're in. "No bodies. No signs of a struggle. And no... stuff. No equipment, no decorations, nothing but what look like chairs and beds, and all of that's bolted to the ship."\n\n"Probably just took everything and left," Delvan murmurs, his voice sounding a little thick.\n\nYou glance over sharply, then are interrupted as a line with another pirate's name pops up, an oscilloscope showing the sound. "Commander? I'm feelin'... real tired. Me'n guys... gonna sit down for awhile..."\n\n"Ian?" You raise one hand to your head, winding up pressing the side of your blaster to it. "Ian? Respond. Ian!" Realizing what must be happening, you whirl around in time to see John starting to ease himself to the ground, and Delvan wobbling in place.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ditch the pirates, try to get out on your own.|BadCypher11x1]]\n\n[[You can still do something for Delvan.|BadCypher3x2]]

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As Sarah fully resumes motion, she gives her jeans and panties a light toss towards a nearby chair. The jeans you leave alone, allowing them to describe the shallow arc she intended and land in the chair. Those pretty purple panties, however, you give a nudge to come loose and go tumbling downward, flumping on the ground and managing to go right under the chair itself. "Darnit," Sarah grumbles. A little extra nudge increases the probability that she'll decide to deal with it now rather than waiting until later, and she walks over to the chair. She first tries to snag them with her toes, but when she realizes they're too far under, she sighs and gets down onto her knees, leaning forward onto one hand and angling her still-clad upper body down low as she reaches.\n\nPerfect! Seizing the opportunity, you hurry forward, immediately leaping up and onto her back. Sarah yelps in shock at your weight suddenly settling onto her, bucking a bit as you shift your forelegs and wrap them securely around her midriff, claws catching a little in the fabric of her shirt. "Bull! What are you doing?!" she cries, lifting herself up and bracing one hand, reaching back to push at your head with the other. Undeterred, you shift your lower half, giving your hips a few light thrusts. Sarah yelps again as your cock pokes at her, her eyes going wide. "Don't! Don't you <i>dare</i>!" she practically squeaks in outrage. Despite her demands, both your canine smell and your cherub senses tell you how much her needy, frustrated body is reacting to a dominant, aroused male presence.\n\nWhen you find the mark and thrust in, her pussy is practically dripping around you, and squeezes around your glistening dog dick just as eagerly as it ever has around a human one. Sarah cries out at the feeling of being penetrated, a mingling of shock, shame, and pleasure as her shamefully eager married cunt accepts her husband's pet's prick. Thoroughly encouraged, you wiggle forward a bit on her back, squeezing her middle with your forelegs as you begin to thrust, pumping your large cock into her faster, deeper, more eagerly, making her tits jiggle under her shirt with the impact of your furry hips on her generous ass.\n\n"No... no, Bull, stop, b-bad boy," Sarah gasps out, the effect somewhat ruined by the little moans that slip out with some of the words, her eyes slipping closed as she clenches her fingers in the carpet, her body shuddering a bit beneath you as her pussy squeezes snugly around your prick in complete betrayal of what she's saying.\n\n'Oh, shut up and enjoy being a bitch, bitch,' you think smugly. Actually, you're pretty sure that thought came from Bull more than you, but maybe it's just both of you at that point. In fact, you're pretty sure the urge to start beastfucking her even faster, making her give out a loud gasp and start moaning even more, comes from Bull too. Eh, who cares, for the moment you're one and the same.\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, oh God," Sarah whimpers, obviously struggling to hold back. But then she's whimpering like a proper bitch as she cums, soaking the fur of your balls as she orgasms from being doggy-raped. Of course, you're not going to stop there... your master has been woefully neglecting his poor horny bitch, and now you're going to breed her good and proper! Panting happily in her ear, and feeling smug about the way that makes her shiver in a mixture of arousal and shame, you just continue fucking her all the way through her orgasm and into the next. You can hear her breath catch as she feels something starting to thump against her plump, sodden pussylips with every thrust. You wonder, does the needy bitch even know about knots? Well, she soon will!\n\nIndeed, several minutes later Sarah gives a long, almost canine yowl of her own as you slam forward hard enough to shove your knot inside her, the thick ball of flesh rapidly swelling even larger and locking inside of her as you begin flooding her with your cum. Sarah trembles underneath you, whimpering and whining as she gets bred <i>properly</i> for the first time, her tongue poking out a bit. "Oh... oh God... a dog's cumming in me... a dog's cumming in me...!" It might be cherub senses, or just canine intuition, but you're absolutely certain that the rest of that is 'And I love it!'\n\nYou continue to pant in her ear, occasionally giving your hips a wiggle to hear her whimper and feel her pussy clench around you at the way that makes your knot shift around inside her. Eventually though you can feel your knot deflate enough that you can pull back, your cock popping back out of her and dropping out amidst a gush of canine cum, leaving her pussy smeared and gaping slightly. You slip off her back and pad away, leaving Sarah slumped against the chair and trying to catch her breath. She glances at you, violet eyes showing mingled fury, embarrassment, and lust, to which you respond with a big doggy grin and tailwagging. After a moment, she glances around, then apparently decides to make for the bed. She turns and raises up a little bit, but her legs are apparently still shaky, and she quickly drops back to all fours... ass jutting towards you again.\n\n'Oh, well, if you insist,' you think smugly as you once again leap up onto her back and wrap your forearms around her middle.\n\n"W-wha?!" Sarah squeaks, before moaning loudly as you thrust back into her already well-fucked pussy, hitting your mark on the first try this time. This time around her only attempts to stop you are a half-heartedly set of protesting, "Oh, oh, oh, Bull, nnnh, unh," vocalizations, but there's not a single shove or struggle as you make your master's wife your bitch for a second time. Instead after that first time you can feel her pussy shuddering and squeezing around your pumping puppy prick in orgasm, she actually starts rocking back against you some, her whimpering getting louder and more enthusiastically pleasured as you fuck her. Her eyes roll up some as you pump into her, furry hips impacting her big ass and making it jiggle, and her little "nnnhs" and "nos" gradually turn to "hnng!" and "yes" as your knot starts slapping against her. It pushes in much sooner this time, and with a tug you pop it back out, making her yowl as she starts cumming hard. You pop your knot in and out of her spasming, gushing cunt a few more times before shoving it in and letting it lock into her, Sarah moaning shamelessly now, sliding a hand between her legs to alternately frig her clit and fondle your cum-soaked furry sack all through you being tied with her.\n\nLooks like you've definitely got this bitch hooked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|ChJa2x5]]

You wince a little at the thought of those overwhelming data displays. No thanks. None of the pirates seem interested in putting on helmets, either, so you'd probably only wind up looking like a wuss.\n\nThe pilots negotiate around the ship until they find an accessible airlock, and extend a boarding tube to lock onto the ship. Others move to work the airlock door, cutting, fiddling, and finally finding a manual release they can use to open it. Then your team begins entering the ship in stages, you going through in the middle.\n\n"Well, what now?" one of the pirates asks, looking at you a tad grumpily.\n\nYou try to think of what sort of orders you've heard TV characters give in this situation, and skim over the group before answering. "Let's separate into groups of three and comb the ship. We want to make sure there actually aren't any Raptarrans here before we get down to the business of salvaging everything."\n\nThat idea actually seems to go over rather well, and you notice that some of them actually look on you with new respect. Maybe whoever usually gives them the orders likes to tell them to split up and wander the ship solo without watching for threats, or something. In any event, you gesture for two of the pirates to come with you, then set off down the passageway directly in front of you. You're not sure what a 'Raptarran' even looks like, and you don't want to give away that you don't know this world by asking. Luckily all the pirates look largely the same, so even if it's just another type of human and not something more alien, you should be able to know it's an enemy just by looking.\n\nAs the three of you glance into rooms and different corridors, something begins to bother you... the ship seems remarkably empty, not just of other life, but of equipment. There's only very basic furniture, and all of that is actually the stuff that's built into walls or floors. You try to wonder why that is, but the thought keeps slipping away from you, and you brush it off. Maybe they just evacuated and took their stuff with them, you rationalize.\n\nEventually the three of you enter yet another room. This one is empty too, nothing in it but a trio of beds, the walls above each one marked with slashes that apparently number them. As you're about to order your companions to move on, a sudden wave of exhaustion overcomes you. You actually stagger a little, taking a few steps forward before you know what you're doing. It seems you're really only going to have time to decide which bunk you collapse onto.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bunk 1.|BadCypherAREnd1x1]]\n\n[[Bunk 2.|BadCypherAREnd2x1]]\n\n[[Bunk 3.|BadCypherAREnd3x1]]

"Er, I can't right now! Come back... tomorrow!" you call back, not quite sure how to deal with both a looming magic test and feeling your way through a conversation with a stranger that seems to know you... or rather, the 'you' you abruptly find yourself being. \n\n"Aw, but...! ... okay," comes the rather dejected reply, and after a second you think you can faintly hear shuffling footsteps moving off.\n\nOkay, so. You're in a strange world, and a slightly strange body, and you have a test tomorrow. A test that, if you fail it, could fuck you over in more than a few ways. 'I'm from a whole other world' does not seem like the sort of excuse that will fly with an instructor, so... until you figure out what's going on, and other things like how you got here or how you could get back if you wanted to, you're just going to have to roll with it. And, you guess, do some studying.\n\nYou head back to your desk and settle into the chair, opening up 'The Complete Mage' again. You're rather surprised when the first page reads 'Summoning' in nice big letters... you're almost absolutely certain it didn't before. Well that's handy, you suppose. You settle in to do some reading, finding it surprisingly easy to both focus on the words and decipher their meaning. You're finding that everything you read comes very naturally to you... whatever brought you here must have provided you with the basic groundwork you need to be a wizard already. \n\nAfter spending awhile reading, you get to a place where it says that most summoners dabble in summoning all kinds of creatures, but often choose to focus on one specific sort. The book offers up the choices of Celestials, Infernals, and Outsiders as the most powerful choices... there are apparently a handful of other things that can be summoned, but if you want to pass your exam you're better off choosing one of the three, obviously. You've only really got time to study one tonight, so which will it be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Celestial.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Infernal.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Outsider.|GGMage]]

Your name is Thaddeus, and you're a professor of early history at a prestigious university. While you're not even quite "over the hill" yet, you've got salt and pepper hair and a rather weathered face, and you've noticed that the students in your classes just seem like they're getting younger and younger. Sigh.\n\nYou haven't spoken to your father in a number of years. While he was a swashbuckling archaeologist back when such things were popular and romanticized, the academic circles you travel in currently like to throw around labels like "grave robber". Sure, you knew the majority of them were hypocrites (most were old enough to have cheered him on back in the day, and at least some of them did the same thing themselves), but you had your academic career to consider, so you made a show of distancing yourself from him.\n\nNow he's gone, and the rift will never be healed. You're not sure if it helps or hurts more that he still left you everything, including the fruits of his adventures. You'll have to start seeing to the disposition of some of it, taking along your attractive young black-haired, slender-built secretary Denise to help with any paperwork that arises. (Despite what a number of people think, you're not sleeping with Denise. Not that you've never considered the mechanics, mind.) Your father owned numerous different properties, so it's really a matter of picking one and setting off.\n\n[[Goethe Manor|GoetheStart]]: A Jefferson-era manor house in upstate New York. Your father stored many of the artifacts he recovered on expeditions right here in North America, as well as some from Central America, there. Since it's relatively "local", you could easily shanghai a number of your students into coming along as a field trip so you can use them as manual labor. You've got enough that either need the credit or want to impress you.\n\n[[Castle Viladde|ViladdeStart]]: Yes, your father owned an actual castle in Eastern Europe. A relatively small one, situated near the nigh-stereotypical small peasant town. (Though these days that mostly means they're still stuck with dialup for their internet.) As one might expect, it houses mostly European artifacts.\n\n[[Kuroshiro Estate|KuroshiroStart]]: The "Black and White House", an elegant old estate in Japan. A repository of Asian artifacts. You have a friend at a Japanese university who's willing to loan you some students of his for similar grunt work as you'd use your own (likely in hopes that a few of the Japanese artifacts will wind up in a museum he sits on the board of).\n\n[[Sandstone Mansion|SandstoneStart]]: Or at least that's what you called it when you were young and your family would stay there. Technically a palace (albeit a small one, built for the third son of a minor lord back in the day), it's filled with Middle Eastern artifacts of all sorts. There is, naturally, a bit more risk involved there, but it's hardly in a hotly-contested area, you doubt much of anyone will even notice that you're there.

Snarling angrily, you run to the door, pausing to grab the air pistol you keep hidden to chase off feral animals that get into your yard... it won't do much more than sting anything or anyone it hits, but it looks real enough. Air pistol in hand, you throw open the door and rush out.\n\n"Oh SHIT!" you hear a voice shout, and see a number of forms immediately take off running with the sort of frantic, jumbled-limbs gait of authentic panic. Looks like you definitely gave the vandals a good scare. In fact you see one of them trip over their own feet as they try to rise from where they'd been crouched over a large carton of eggs resting on your lawn and go sprawling on their front.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chase after the fleeing punks.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[Grab the straggler.|BuddyPunks1x1]]\n\n[[Make your point and call it a night.|BuddyOct]]

Ah, what the hell, like you said you can always change if you don't like it. You tap the image of the redhead, then yelp as you're actually sucked inside of it like it had suddenly turned into a hole in the hull of a spaceship.\n\nYou almost stumble as you go from flying through the air and turning into raw data to standing still in a solid-seeming form again. You glance down at yourself, patting a bit... red silk shirt over big boobs, black silk pants over curvy hips. You feel a little disoriented, too, as you suddenly remember <i>much</i> more about this anime series than you did before, much of it in first person. You suddenly find that you're thinking of yourself as Ranma Saotome, just with an outside perspective as well. Wow, this VR stuff is pretty intense.\n\n"Ranma!"\n\nYou yank your head up at the sound of a furious female voice, spotting Akane standing nearby with her hands on her hips. She actually looks pretty cute, wearing a snug blue shirt and a white skirt, and... well, looks like the designers used the OVA proportions, because dang those are some big-\n\n"Stop fondling yourself! And... are you staring at my chest?!"\n\n"No!" You yank your head up, jolted out of meta thoughts and back into in-character ones.\n\nAkane's scowl deepens, and you can tell she's on the verge of really going off on you. Uh-oh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with your default urge to insult her.|FRanX1x1]]\n\n[[Apologize and be nice.|FRanX13x1]]\n\n[[Try some seductive teasing.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just fuck her to shut her up.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Fine, fine, I'll go to the study hall," you say with a sigh, holding your hands up. "It's... it's not a big deal though."\n\nKevin looks a bit dubious, but nods, and after a moment turns and walks off. You let out a sigh, then decide to head for the room. Mr. Andrews is actually Coach Andrews, a forty-something teacher with red hair greying at the temples, though he's still pretty fit, not having started to get square and beer-gutted like a lot of the older male coaches. He glances up as you walk into the empty room, just looking at you for a moment before clearing his throat. "Well, you're the only one here, so take a seat wherever you want and do what you like."\n\nYou nod, picking a seat towards the middle of the room and sliding into the desk, setting your backpack down and pulling out your lunch. You eat your sandwich quietly, occasionally glancing up towards the front where Mr. Andrews is sitting working at his computer. Once you catch him glancing at you as well, and for some reason you blush and duck your head when your eyes meet his. You squirm a little in your seat and resume eating, eventually popping open the pudding cup. As you're about to tuck in, you fumble the spoon, giving a surprised squeak as it hits the floor and goes skittering off. Of course it does! Sighing in frustration, you set the cup down and make your way over to the cabinet the spoon slid under, getting down on your knees to try and reach it. After a few unsuccessful grabs, you finally just lean forward, shoulders practically on the floor, unthinkingly wiggling your butt a little in the air as you grope for the spoon.\n\nJust as you've snagged it, you hear a strangled noise behind you. Blinking, you raise back up onto all fours and glance over your shoulder. Mr. Andrews is focusing much more intently than before on his monitor, face rather red. It... might have something to do with the fact that your skirt has fallen forward and bared your panty-hugged, girly little butt... as well as the slight bulge of your cock in the front of your panties. You blush brightly yourself... then realize that your little display likewise has probably has something to do with the rather noticeable bulge in the teacher's pants that you can see from this angle. The very... big bulge. You find yourself licking your lips, leaving the spoon where it is and crawling forward across the floor, sliding under his desk before you've even really thought about it.\n\nMr. Andrews is so absolutely focused on not paying attention to you that he doesn't even notice anything until the sound of his zipper being undone fills the air. His eyes go wide and his head jerks down, just in time to watch you fish his long, fat cock out of his boxers. "J-Jamie, what-!" But he cuts off with a moan as you drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, then slide your lips back down the side of it. He swallows hard, obviously unable to bring himself to protest again as you give your tongue a few rolls at the base of his shaft, before licking your way back up. Your eyes stay on your teacher's face the whole time you're working his cock with your tongue, not wavering even when you feel his hand come to rest on your head.\n\nStill, you take that as a sign to slip your lips over the tip and start bobbing your head. You finally break eye contact as you instead close your eyes to focus on working him deeper into your mouth, your lip gloss leaving little shiny streaks on his shaft and leaving you with the taste of a wax strawberry on your tongue as you lick at him. You've had plenty of practice at this over spring break, so when he gives your head just the slightest push your throat stretches around his prick, gulping him down further and further until your face is pressed into the open fly of his pants. You slip a hand down, pushing down the front of your panties and letting your stiff cock spring free fully, stroking it almost absently while the soft cotton hugs against your balls.\n\nYou work your head up and down, rolling it just a little bit so you can work his cock around inside your throat and reach more parts of his shaft with your tongue. If Mr. Andrews wonders where one of his students learned to give head better than a hired whore, he doesn't ask, instead just moaning quietly and slumping back in his chair, watching you deepthroat him and occasionally sneak those almost shy little peeks up at his face. His lips part and he begins to breathe faster as you go, and eventually a grunt is your only warning as his cock begins shuddering in your throat. You pull back to have just your lips wrapped around the very tip, stroking his shaft with your other hand to encourage him to spill his entire load onto your tongue, recently cock-bulged slender throat visibly gulping as you swallow repeatedly.\n\nHe's breathing hard, face flushed, hand stroking over your hair as he finishes. And from the look in his eyes, he wants more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck him off again.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Get up on the desk and let him fuck you.|QOInc4x4]]

"If you want to hang out again, just, y'know... give me a call whenever," you say, smiling at her.\n\n"Hm." Liz takes a casual, but mildly theatrical glance around, then cranks that ladykiller smile of hers up another notch as she steps in, reaching to take your hands and staring into your eyes as your face turns red. "So, tomorrow?"\n\n"... Yeah," you reply in a soft rush of breath. "Tomorrow."\n\n"'Kay." She leans in and places a soft kiss on your cheek, her lips somehow managing to feel warm even on your hot skin. Then she draws away, giving you a wink and a wave as she turns around to go.\n\nYou head inside in a little bit of a daze, heading back upstairs and toeing off your boots before flopping back onto your bed, an arm thrown across your face. Your brain feels a bit fuzzy and jumbled as you turn over the last few hours, seeing Liz stroll out of the back area all handsome and self-assured, the sparkle in her eyes as she smiled at you, the low softness of her voice, the feel of her fingers against yours.\n\n"... Okay so I might be kind of gay," you murmur to the empty room.\n\n"CYAN!"\n\nYou yelp and jerk so hard at the sound of your mother's voice that you go tumbling off the side of the bed and thud to the floor. Shoving upright, you look around wildly, and realize she's not actually in the room and couldn't have heard you. "Y-yeah?!" you call back, figuring out she must be downstairs.\n\n"We're going out for pizza and want to get to the good place before they get busy! If you're not a complete mess c'mon, let's go now!"\n\n"Y-yeah, coming!" you call, scrambling for your boots again. 'A complete mess might not be inaccurate,' you think ruefully as you yank them back on and gallumph downstairs.\n\nYou spend the night trying to get your thoughts ordered, and somewhat frustratingly avoiding... certain things... that would probably confuse the issue even more. ... Or possibly clarify them a bit too much. Or both. Still, you can't deny how excited you get as your phone beeps with the text message sound, and Liz's offer to meet outside the mall to figure out what to do today pops up on the screen. You force yourself to take several deep breaths and count to ninety before you respond. Okay, now you've got a few hours to get ready. ... For your date. You are getting ready for your date. With a really cute, handsome, charming girl that you might be getting kind of head-over-heels over within twenty-four hours of meeting her. Okay wow.\n\nYou start opening your closet and drawers and tossing anything that might be even slightly feasible as date wear onto the bed. Then you go through those and toss out anything that you were clearly a drooling idiot to have ever owned in the first place and okay calm down deep breaths. Eventually you have it pared down to three possible outfits.\n\nThe first is probably the most "in" fashionable outfit you own, since it includes the currently highly popular pleated skirt and thigh-highs that all the hottest girls in Deviville seem to prefer for some unknown reason, and a T-shirt with a cute Sanrio character on it. Admittedly the thigh-highs are black, the skirt is snow camo patterned, and the Sanrio character is a sarcastic snickering fennec fox, but still.\n\nThe middle outfit is, well, more towards your 'normal', being a standard T-shirt (with the logo of one of the Defiant games on it), and black jeans. Admittedly the T-shirt is one of your newer, nicer ones, and you did pick out the pair of jeans that you think make your butt look the nicest, but it's a more subtle dressing-up.\n\nThe third outfit is something that you think probably could have come from The Shed, if they do in fact have a nerd section. There's your Lyon's Pride logo tank, and a pair of distressed black jeans with a hole in one knee, a dark blue flannel shirt for tying around your waist and a studded black leather belt to keep the slightly baggy jeans up.\n\nYou rub your chin as you look them over. Let's see... the first outfit is definitely the cutest... and you guess, the girliest. Well, y'know... Liz likes girls. The third is how Liz herself dresses, sort of, you have to figure she probably likes that look if she's wearing it. And in the middle is just... you. Confused, weird, stumbling you.\n\n... But then, Liz kind of seems to like you, you think with a blush, so can that be a <i>bad</i> thing? ... Agh, what to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[The skirt and stockings.|GGGF]]\n\n[[The normal you.|GGGF]]\n\n[[The tank and flannel.|GGGF]]

You blink slowly, the question seeming out of place with the conversation up to this point. "No offense intended, ah, Big Momma... but can I ask why that's important?"\n\nBig Momma eyes you again... then glances at Lun. "This one's not dumb, eh?"\n\n"Less than most, seemslike," Lun replies breezily, while you're trying to decide whether to be complimented or offended by the exchange.\n\n"Alright, Eric, here is the thing." Big Momma folds her arms, breasts pushed up and together and making her skull necklace clink (and you blush some). "The eastern lands were getting far too crowded, and so a new tribe was formed of able bodies and sent off to these lands to settle ourselves. We'd heard of the riches of the Rhongo Ruins as they're called there, and I and my mate decided that we would make those ruins our new home. With their contents we hoped to grow into a strong warband that could take over much of this continent."\n\nThen she snorts heavily. "It all went well until we uncovered the first major cache of arms and armor. My mate... Big Poppa... passed them out only to the males. When I demanded to know why, he said that it was more sensible for the males to fight and the females to focus on duties suitable for doing while concentrating on breeding. 'Just for the first few generations, it's basic sense woman'," she continues, rolling her eyes as she imitates a deeper voice, then turns her head and spits. "Sense! As if orcs have ever bothered overmuch with sense! We fight! We roar! We ravage! We love! And we do it all without a care for what's between our legs, unless what's between our legs is our mate or breeder!"\n\nBig Momma pauses, smirking as the crowd around you roars approvingly, thrusting their stone weapons or empty fists to the sky. Then her expression sours again as she continues. "When I said this to Big Poppa and demanded he portion out gear to the women as well, he told me to assemble the women in the courtyard then. I did... and what followed was the men chasing us from the ruins wielding whips, lashes, and staves. As we fled others that had lined the path tore off the clothing and armor we had come with, even the proofs of the battles we had fought and our sacred ancestral jewelry. They forced us into the woods, jeering and calling hate, saying they would send for some more compliant orc women from the homeland, or simply breed with 'softer and prettier' women of this one. They cast us out without so much as orclings in our bellies."\n\n"That's... bullshit," you find yourself saying, then wincing a little at possibly interrupting her.\n\nBig Momma blinks, and several of the other orc women actually look scandalized... before there's another roar of laughter. But this time part of it is from Big Momma, who's grinning wolfishly as she looks back at you. "Aye! A bull's shit it is, stinking, rotten, and dropped upon the world without sense!" She snorts, then continues with, "Rather than go crawling home in shame to tattle on what the males had done, we decided to continue in this new land and make a go of it. Of course, with naught but the scars on our skin and claws on our hands, we could not go far. We were forced to settle down within cursing distance of the menfolk. Even now some hold out hope we might reap the rewards of the ruins ourselves. But even if we did, we lack something that is sadly necessary for our tribe to continue... men."\n\n"And we'd sooner shove a spit pole up our asses and call ourselves dinner than take back even one of those chortling nauthings from the ruins," Lun adds with a snort of derision."\n\n"Aye. So that's where you come in, Eric." Big Momma chuckles a bit at your startled look. "We need you. Specifically, we need your seed. If we're to have any chance of a stable tribe, we need to put orclings in bellies before winter truly falls, so that they can be born well into spring. We need you to breed with as many of us as often as possible in the next month. In return... we have not much to offer other than ourselves, but life will get better here quickly enough, I assure you. We will keep you safe, protected, fed. You will never be abused or mocked here, I give you my word as a warrior and a leader. In the spring, we shall be able to begin venturing out to find more stock so that the blood becomes not too close, but you will always hold a place of honor among us."\n\n"I..." Your head is spinning as you glance around the suddenly very serious crowd of female orcs. "But what if I... don't want to be a breeder?"\n\nBig Momma's thick lips purse and her eyes narrow slightly. "It pains me to make such demands of one we've brought in as a guest, but I'm afraid that's what this is, Eric. A demand. The life and future of this tribe is on the line. But you are a warrior of honor, and I am as well, are we not? Despite this we can still take an honorable road. You may take the Challenge of Worthy Mating." There's a murmur from the crowd at that, but it stops at a glance from Big Momma, before she turns back to you. "This is henerally an honor afforded to only the most worthy, capable, and proven studs of the tribe. You will fight a string of battles... we shall say six, since we don't have that much time... against capable warrior women from among us. If you win all six, then you may decide your breeding rights for yourself, or you may leave as you see fit. Those are, I'm afraid, the only options."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to be a breeder.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Agree to the Challenge of Worthy Mating.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just refuse.|EricMF]]

The thought of what was just moments ago a strong, arrogant martial artist unable to resist as he's bullied into gay sex with you has your cock quickly rising up. But then you always did kind of have a sadistic streak when it came to video games. Smirking, you quickly undo your shirt and shrug out of it, while Ranma stares at you, backing away a little nervously.\n\n"Um, h-hey, Eric, whatcha doin'...?"\n\n"I'm getting undressed because I'm gonna fuck you," you answer easily, hooking your thumbs into your pants and pushing them down, letting your stiff prick spring free. The program definitely seems to have given you an impressive one, and Ranma's eyes widen as he sees it jutting in the air.\n\n"W-wha? H... haha, funny joke, haha, you're gonna go shower or something, right?" he stammers, backing away another half-step.\n\n"Shut up and get undressed," you answer, reaching down to stroke your cock while looking him up and down obviously.\n\nHe wilts a little further under your gaze, glancing towards the door longingly, then back at you. "C-... c'mon, you can't be-"\n\nPutting a bit of anger into your voice, you narrow your eyes and growl, "Get undressed, bitch."\n\nRanma flinches a little, then gives a tiny, cowed nod before undoing his own shirt and wiggling out of it, showing off a rather sleeker chest and stomach than he probably had a few minutes ago. He brings his hands to his pants, hesitating, then flinches again as you make a slight movement towards him and quickly pushes them and his boxers down. You smirk a little again as he stands there, rubbing his upper arm and glancing away. Even if his cock was hard, it looks like it would be less than half the length of yours. The physical adjustments the program did to fit his new personality really help to rub in what a wimp he is now.\n\n"I-if you wanna embarrass me, fine, I'm embarrassed," Ranma mutters, pouting a little as he looks to the side. "So can I get dressed agai-"\n\n"I said you're gonna help me get off, bitch," you snap back, reveling a little in how he instantly flinches and shuts up, ducking his head a little. "Now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get on your knees."|RanPP]]\n\n[["-get on all fours."|RanPP9x2]]

"-get on all fours with that ass facing me."\n\nRanma cringes, but only hesitates for a moment before slowly sinking down to his knees and leaning forward onto his hands, then scooting around to face away from you, limp cock and balls wobbling a bit between his legs as he moves. You step in to kneel behind him, grabbing his ass and giving a squeeze, smirking again at his little yelp as you do.\n\n"E-Eric, seriously, you're not gonna... really... are you?" he pleads, glancing over his shoulder at you. \n\n"I am seriously going to fuck your little bitch ass, yes," you half-growl, leaning forward and using one hand to rub your stiff prick over his buttocks, making him squirm even more.\n\n"B-but... but I'm not-"\n\n"Doesn't matter if you are. Or I am. I'm gonna fuck you to get myself off, that's all that matters." You spread apart his buttcheeks, leaning down to spit derisively right on his asshole, making him gasp. Then you straighten up and aim yourself, pressing the tip of your prick to his entrance.\n\n"N-no, Eric, dohhhhh!" he gasps, gritting his teeth as you actually start pushing into him, eyes squeezing closed as he feels your cock gradually spreading him open and sliding inside of him.\n\n"That's right, bitch, just concentrate on the feeling of that big, thick prick sliding inside you," you murmur, grabbing his waist and leaning forward over him a bit as you continue the slow push forward. "How's it feel, huh?" His only reply is a pathetic whimper that makes you smirk and give a light thrust forward to urge him to give a little cry at the more abrupt penetration. You shake your hips a bit now and then, really working your cock around in him, letting him feel every bit of you sliding around inside him and violating his ass.\n\nFinally you're all the way in, your large balls pressing against his smaller ones, his limp little dick moving a little with his trembling. You give a few light, short thrusts almost more to test the feeling of his tight asshole wrapped entirely around you than anything else, listening to his pathetic whimpers as you do, before you start using longer strokes, really beginning to fuck him, your balls slapping lightly against him as you pump into his unresisting body.\n\nHm, best to focus on-\n\n<hr>\n[[Completely dominating him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Breaking his spirit utterly.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Making him enjoy it.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Getting yourself off.|RanPP]]

You wander forward slowly and carefully, very much in the 'don't make any sudden moves' mindset. The closest orc woman is sitting in front of a tent not to far away from 'yours'... you'd guess she's a few years older than you (or at least your actual age and not this body's), to judge by the slightly more slender build and the size and pertness of her breasts, which you have to try not to stare at since they're completely bare, and even jiggling just a bit as she moves, almost black dark green nipples stiff in the slightly cool afternoon air.\n\n"Ah, excuse me," you say, making it a point to keep your eyes on her firm-jawed face and cropped-short black hair.\n\nShe looks up and blinks her dark eyes at you, pursing her lips, then grunts. "Right, the pinky lun brought in last night. You know how to tie on arrowheads, pinky?"\n\n"Um." You blink, glancing at the one in her hands, and thinking it seems fairly obvious. "Yeah, I guess."\n\n"Then siddown and get to work," she grunts, turning her attention back to what she's doing.\n\nYou stare at her for a moment, then glance around at the other nearby orc women, who don't seem to be paying you any mind. After a second you shrug and settle down on the halved log she's using as a bench, picking up a wooden shaft, an arrowhead, and a length of the dried and woven vegetable matter they're apparently using for ties. Luckily it seems easy enough for you to mimic her own style of tying... actually, it comes quite naturally, and after a bit she glances at the arrows you've added to the pile and grunts.\n\n"... Naebad. Lun'll be back soon," she notes, your competence apparently deciding you warrant some minor exposition. "Then she'll likely take you to see Big Momma."\n\n... Uh-oh. You can't help but feel there's an ominous note to that name, considering the leader of the orcs that were chasing you. Still, you've gone this far with this, might as well see it through. You finish off the pile of arrow pieces, and the orc girl (who introduces herself as Kaj) starts teaching you how to chip fresh arrowheads. You've made two she deems acceptable when there's enough of a subdued little uproar that both of you look up and over. Lun and several other orc women are making their way in, one of them helping Lun carry a fairly sizeable wild boar tied to a rough wooden pole. In the light of day you can get a better look at her... her thick, tousled black hair falls halfway down her back, seemingly random segments of it wound into braids. She also has three long scars that start on the front of her right shoulder and run up and over it, all the way to above her left buttock.\n\n"Been makin' yourself useful, pinky?" she asks as she sets her load down and walks over, you and Kaj getting to your feet.\n\nBefore you can demure, Kaj grunts, "Has. Ties a decent arrowhead on, doesn't make a terrible one either."\n\n"Really? Not bad, pinky, not bad." Grinning broadly, Lun claps you on the shoulder, she and several of the other nearby women hooting and laughing as you stagger a little. "Arright, c'mon now, time ta take ya over to see Big Momma."\n\nNodding and trying not to look as nervous as you feel, you fall into step beside her as she leads you through the camp. You realize it is in fact even bigger than it looked to start... maybe a hundred people or so, you'd estimate, all of them in that same age range you saw earlier and all strong and fit, save for one and two sitting and working with a limb wrapped or splinted. But you're led to what you think must be the center of the camp, where the closest thing to a 'proper' tent you've seen is... it's all hide at the very least, albeit obviously of different beasts, and probably just big enough inside for a decent-sized apartment bedroom. It's fairly tall though... probably because its occupant is too, you realize, your eyes widening some as the tent flap opens and what could only be Big Momma emerges.\n\nShe's huge. Like, in general. Of course part of that is your immediate impression, but she's definitely at least seven feet tall. Though she seems largely as muscular as the other women, if not broader of both shoulder and waist, her breasts are large and full, and soft enough to wobble around some when she walks. Her thick hair comes down to below her (very) generous rear, with two long braids coming over her shoulders, each tipped with a single rather lonely-seeming blue feather. All she's wearing up top is a necklace made of small animal skulls, her thick dark nipples pierced by little bone barbells, her lower half covered by a long hide flap, forearms and lower legs wrapped with more hide and sinew bands. Her oiled green skin is dotted with numerous paler green scars of any number of sizes and types, though not so many that any seem to be touching or overlapping.\n\nThe big orc woman rests her hands on her broad hips and looks you up and down. "So this is the pinky called Eric, hm?" she booms... her voice is deep, but also rather rich and a bit more, well, you're not sure if 'cultured' is the word you'd use, but a little smoother maybe than the others.\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, since that seems the appropriate response.\n\nBig Momma's shaggy eyebrows shoot up, and you blush some at the hoots and laughter coming from the crowd of orc women that has assembled all around you. But a moment later the big orc bares her teeth... though luckily not at you, turning her head to address the onlookers. "And do you lot find a male showing a female respect funny?" That seems to shut them up pretty much instantly, and you do your best not to look away as she turns her head back to you. "So you came to explore the ruins, got the male orcs all riled up, but managed to evade them and the warhounds and then walk smack dab into one of our sentries. That about right?"\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you repeat, since that is all true, and at this point honesty really does seem the best policy.\n\n"Mmm." She eyes you thoughtfully. "Tell me, Eric... have you been healthy all your life?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Not really.|EricMF]]\n\n[[... Wait, why?|EricMF3x6]]

You're not so sure of your capture yet that you'll just go along with it. Carefully edging your away back, you rise to a crouch and again scamper off, resuming trying to evade the patrols. Maybe if you can keep this up long enough, they'll get tired of it and give up, no matter what 'Big Poppa' says.\n\nStill, after another hour or two, you're starting to lose heart. Even worse, you start to hear wet barks and warbling howls at some points in the distance. Sounds like they've brought in their equivalent of guard dogs! Feeling the pressure on more than before, you try to decide where it's best to run to. You take a look around quickly. There's a wide, semi-deep stream nearby, flowing through a several-foot-low ravine. Nearby is an even denser, darker part of the forest that looks even more foreboding than the rest. And... wait, you think you know where you are, you're pretty sure you came through here on your way to the ruins. If they haven't found it yet, you could make a dash for your horse and try to outrun them all, you haven't seen anything like a steed amongst the orcs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go downstream.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Head deeper in.|EricMF3x3]]\n\n[[Run for the horse.|EricMF]]

Even at a headlong run, it would probably take you an hour to get to the horse... assuming they haven't found it and killed it already, and probably set up some guards there. And you're not sure why, but the stream just gives you a bad feeling. The denser part of the woods seems more obviously dangerous, and yet the best shot you have right now, so you turn and head in.\n\nThe trees gradually get closer in together, the grass and bushes grown in more tightly. After some time you can't hear much in the way of pursuit behind you, but you're also having a tough time seeing much of a way ahead. If you stop you're pretty sure they'll find you no matter what, eventually. Huffing, you lean against a tree and rest a hand on the butt of your sheathed sword, looking around.\n\n'The underbrush.'\n\nYou blink, looking at a bunch of mostly leafless bushes that have grown in fairly tightly together. But underneath them, close to their bases, there's roughly a foot, maybe a bit more, of clearance. Realization dawns... if it's like that for a good distance, even if the dogs found your trail, they'd never be able to follow you through that! Rummaging in your pouch, you dig out some strips of cloth and cover your face and head, leaving just a slit for your eyes, then hit the dirt and start bellycrawling forward and under the bushes.\n\nThey pluck and snag constantly at your clothes, and even through the sturdy cloth you can feel yourself getting scratched up. The experience could best be described as 'intensely unpleasant', but the quieter it gets the more sure you are that you made the right decision. Still, it's extremely dark in here... you have little idea of what's in front of you other than the trunks of more bushes, and you still have to feel those more than see them ahead of time.\n\nBy the time you feel open air above you again, you're not sure if you particularly care if the orcs catch you so long as you can stand on your feet and not be constantly scratched at again. Wobbling a little as you get up, you reach up to pull off your improvised mask-helmet, wincing at the feel of a few thin scratches on your face and even in your scalp. Ow! Wincing as you walk forward, you rub at your head to feel out where the scratches are, instinctively looking up as if you could see them... and completely failing to notice it as you walk into something and are knocked on your ass. Grunting, you look up... and stare.\n\nIt's an orc. One that didn't even flinch from you bumping into them, as far as you can tell. However, unlike the orcs you saw before, this one isn't armored, portly, or carrying a torch and sword. She (and it's definitely a she) is instead wearing a fairly crude cloth band around her large breasts and a simple loincloth (that you can see up almost entirely to her plump green pussy), and is extremely toned and muscular, right down to her oily green sculpted abs. She's also holding nothing but a fairly crude-looking spear with a chipped rock spearhead. Her proportions are a bit closer to 'properly' human, although she's quite broad-shouldered and much taller than average for a woman, at least as tall as the males. She quirks a thick black eyebrow as she looks down at you with her dark eyes, and you find yourself blurting the only word that comes to mind.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Ow."|EricMF]]\n\n[["... Big."|EricMF]]\n\n[["... Strong."|EricMF3x4]]

Deciding there's too big a chance the wall's inner hallways are now likely flooded with orcs, you rush back to the window and swing out over the windowsill again. Your descent is much less controlled than your ascent, and you almost drop several times, but still manage to cover it in about half the time. Just as you hit the ground, you hear a roar of "HERE!" from nearby, and immediately pelt off madly in the opposite direction of the voice, which turns into armor and weapons clattering as well as more howls and cries building up behind you as you dash into the woods.\n\nYou duck through trees and slip through brush, doing your best to stay out of the light as much as possible and still see where you're going. Every so often you hear a fresh outcry as if someone might have spotted you, and you're never quite sure if they actually have or if they just think they have, because you're too worried that if you stop to check they really will be all over you. Because the woods are soon, as the man once said, "swarming with orcs", and you can't go more than a minute or two without spotting several of them searching with torches, sometimes uncomfortably near to you.\n\nEventually you belly-crawl under some bushes that are a bit uncomfortably near the wall surrounding the ruins again, but they are deeply in the shadows of one of the wall towers, blocking out the moon that's otherwise giving a decent lighting to a lot of the woods. You watch as a handful of orcs approach a particularly large one, both in height and width. His armor is painted up with red designs, and his helmet has a thick ruff of feathers where a Roman helmet might instead have a 'brush', with little chains thick with beads, more feathers, and little charms dangle around from the edges of it and around his shoulders. He spends a few moments speaking with the others, before slowly sauntering out to the edge of the woods. You almost jump as his voice booms out, sounding like he's using a megaphone even though both hands are tucked at his belt.\n\n"BOY!" he calls. "C'MON OUT AND GIVE YERSELF UP! WE'LL FIND YA SOONER OR LATER! WE FIND YA OUT IN THE WOODS, I'LL LET THESE HEATHEN GREASESKINS DO AS THEY LIKE TO YA! IT'LL GO BAD! BUT YA COME ON OUT NOW, HANDS UP AND NO TROUBLE, AND I PROMISE YOU'LL BE MY PERSONAL PRISONER! NO TORTURE, NO DEATH! SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A WARRIOR, BIG POPPA WON'T LET YA BE RUINED!"\n\nWell. That's... an interesting guarantee. You notice he said things like 'not ruined' and 'no torture', which doesn't necessarily mean you won't be hurt or degraded, if you're reading between the lines correctly. Still, it sounds like if you don't give yourself up, and they catch you... well, his implication of what his men might do is pretty dire.\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Keep running.|EricMF3x2]]

Hm. There does seem to be quite a lot of magic in there. If there's that much... well, sometimes human mages can display a certain cunning, animals that they are. Giving a soft wuff to order Beta to follow you, you turn and trot further down the hall, pushing the door of the next room open and instead trotting to the wall, sniffing at it for a few moments before nodding. "Here, Beta. Burn it. But control your flame, I don't want the house burned down yet."\n\n"Yes, Alpha."\n\nA few moments later you trot through the smoldering hole in the wall into a surprisingly bland-seeming human room. Your eyes do pick out the mana glow of a number of enchanted objects, though, and leaving Beta at the hole in the wall to stand guard, you begin sniffing around at them one by one.\n\nThere's a [[summoning circle|QOBook]] set into the floor, braided metals etched with small, intricate runes to make them suitable for summoning almost anything. You could easily use that to summon forth more hellhounds... with a proper pack you could start carving yourself out a part of the mortal plane as your own. When other demons inevitably showed up, they would have to deal with you to make use of the foothold you'd established.\n\nThere's an [[Amulet of Many Shapes|QOBook]]... a simple item allowing shapeshifting, but this one seems particularly well-made. You could likely find a few uses for that, especially if you wanted to go undetected for longer.\n\nThere's a [[Wand of Outer Realm Communion|QOBook]], indicating that you were right and that this human mage would seem to traffic with the incomprehensible unknowables from the outer realms as well as things from the lower planes. Demons and those things don't always get along... but who's to say that you couldn't make it work?\n\nThere's also a [[Headband of Charisma|QOBook]], though for you it would be more of a collar. As a demon you already possess considerable powers of influence over lesser animal minds like Earthly dogs, horses, and humans, with that they wouldn't require much nudging at all to do your bidding.

The more you think about it, the more you like the idea of hooking up Ken with Hinako. You smile as Ken comes down to breakfast, setting the plate of pancakes in front of him, which he thanks you for of course, though he has no idea that someday he'll be thanking you for getting him a cute Japanese wife with big boobs. But then again, you are a great mother.\n\nAs you watch Ken eat, you ponder. How best to arrange this? As you see it, you've got two options. The first is to [[invite Hinako over|Marei5x1]] and arrange things yourself. The other would be to [[go to her mother|Marei3x2]] and conspire with her to get them together, either subtly or directly. \n\nBoth have their benefits. Approaching Hinako herself has a decent chance of working, the girl's not exactly high on the willpower scale as it is if you needed to exert some pressure. But you don't exactly want to come off as the overbearing in-law before they even start dating. Meanwhile if you got her mother's help, at least the blame of "meddling Asian mom" could be spread around between the two of you... on the other hand, having some experience with that yourself, you're not sure you're entirely eager to see if Hinako's mother might try to exert that pressure on not just Hinako, but Ken and maybe yourself while she's at it.

"Mmm, I wanna suck and get fucked by sooooo many cocks," you moan, ducking your head down and nuzzling at his balls, before delivering a few sucking kisses around the base of his pole. "That's what I wanna do allll day is get pounded by big fat cocks!"\n\n"Well, if that's what you really want," Shirou says, sliding his fingers into your thick blonde hair, and with his other hand reaching inside his jacket. He produces a folded set of papers and a pen, and sets them on the couch beside his thigh. "If you'll just sign these papers giving me full managerial control over all of your assets, and complete power of attorney over you, I'll make sure you're provided with all the cocks you can handle."\n\nYou moan eagerly in anticipation, letting the pressure of his hand guide you forward to slide your mouth over his prick, bobbing your head to gulp more and more of him down even as you reach out with one hand to start signing the papers as he directs you, looking up at his face the entire time you're busy turning your fortune, the Hitasuneko, and effectively your soul to him in return for his promise of delivering dick. About the time you're scrawling the date on the last of the papers, his cock shudders and floods your mouth with his load, even as he pushes you down and grinds your face lightly into his crotch, smearing your pretty lip gloss around the base of his pole.\n\n"There we go." Once you've finished swallowing and slurping at him, Austin pulls your head up and then stands, tucking the papers away before tucking his cock away as well. "Alright then, give me a few moments, and I'll show you I intend to make good on my promises." With that he walks out, leaving you to flop onto your back on the couch, slipping your panties down and stroking your own slender prick a bit with your fake-nailed hand, hauling your skirt up with one hand to make sure you don't get any pre on it.\n\nSure enough, Austin soon returns with a homely-looking, shabbily-dressed young man his own age, whose eyes widen at the sight of a tanned gyaru with sleek purple panties pulled down to show off a pale little cock. You immediately smile and stand up, sauntering over to meet him and sinking to your knees, shamelessly undoing his pants while he stares in shock. You give a soft moan of happiness as you find that despite his otherwise completely bland appearance, he's got a nice big dick, and you begin stroking the half-hard thickness and flicking your tongue over the tip until it's throbbing and trembling in your hands. You roll your eyes up to his homely face as you slide your glossy lips over his cockhead, stroking the rest of his length with one hand while fondling his balls with the other, your nails just barely brushing along his taint as you do. You don't hesitate to slide him into your throat, even as you watch him draw a thick fold of money out of his pocket with one hand and pass it to Shirou.\n\nSoon though he has you bent over the couch, panting and huffing like an animal as he pounds into your ass, his face flushed and hair damp with sweat. You squeal and yowl shamelessly like a cat in heat, thrusting your pert butt back towards him and shaking your hips like the gyaru slut you are, crying out in shock and delight as he grabs a fistful of your thick bottle blonde hair and yanks back on your head. As he finally thrusts deep in and spills into you, you let your eyes roll, your body shuddering and your cock twitching as you spurt long ropes of your own cum forward against the front of the couch, some of it dribbling down to soak into your panties.\n\nAlas~. Oh well, you're sure Daddy Shirou will give you an allowance so you can get them cleaned.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Austin4xEnd]]

"I... why me?" you ask.\n\n"As in, 'why did I pick you', or 'why would I do this to anyone', or...?" Hera straightens up and gives a shrug. "That's a sort of broad question with a lot of potential meanings."\n\nYou frown a little. "Did you... pick me? Like did you scout me out?"\n\n"Hm, not really? Liam introducing us was the real deal." Hera turns towards the door and paces a few steps in the moonlight, then spins back around to face you. "But I had a lot of fun with you tonight, so I decided that I wanted you to become a vampire like me."\n\n"Just... just like that?"\n\nShe laughs. "Just like that!" She crosses back to the slab she was sitting on and leans back against it, eyes twinkling. "When you become a vampire, it sort of locks you into the state you were at when it happened. You were so... enticing. Unwinding, letting go, having fun, just following the whims of the moment and enjoying being with me, but just enjoying being, too." She pads back over, bare footfalls almost utterly silent on the cold stone floor. "It might not feel like it now, but eventually you'll find your way back there, and get to keep it forever. The heady rush of finding new things to have fun with, the delight of existing in the moment, the search for pleasure and mischief. I saw all those in you and I just couldn't let it die a slow death of mundanity. So it won't." She leans in a bit to boop your nose, grinning. "And neither will you."\n\n... Put like that... it's a little hard to be upset, in the big scheme of things...\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"I... dunno, something about that just doesn't feel right," you finally say, shaking your head. "I think I'll pass. Uh, thanks, Shirou."\n\n"Well, I understand. Still, there's no reason to stay down over it. Ah!" He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a square box. "I bought these on a whim, they're a local snack, 'Happy-Go-Lucky Girl Chomp Crunch'. Strawberry cookie outside, chocolate filling." He proffers the box, then grins again at your dubious expression. "Yes, I admit it is a snack intended for young girls, but they are indeed filled with real chocolate, which is a mild stimulant and proven to generate positive brain chemistry. It should be just the thing to give you a mild pick-me-up and get you looking on the bright side."\n\n"Thanks," you agree, taking them mostly to be polite, glancing at the box that shows a picture of the product, vaguely shaped like uniformed schoolgirls, with printed art on the cookies themselves to help with the image. \n\n"Well, I have a lab to get to, so I'll see you later, Austin," he says, patting you on the shoulder as he stands and walks off. "Don't worry, I'm sure things will start looking up soon!"\n\nYou look after him, then at the box, eyeing it all over. It's sealed, so that seems safe enough. It really is possibly the girliest snack you've ever seen, the sort of thing that makes your social conditioning want to hold it out at full arm length and with two fingers so no one thinks it's actually yours. But eh... at the end of the day it's really just flavoring and chocolate, right? Maybe Shirou's right and a little snack would perk you up...\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat them.|Austin4x4]]\n\n[[Save them.|Austin]]

"I guess I've got a few things on my mind," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"Well, come over and tell me all about it, then," Shirou offers, gesturing to a set of benches nearby.\n\n"So you were hoping to revitalize and reopen the hot springs as an actual resort, since it's not exactly a cheap to keep up property or one that comes along every day, but the tenants you're supposed to take care of are very resistant to the idea," Shirou muses aloud a bit later, one leg folded over the other and an arm leaned against the back of the bench.\n\nYou nod, privately wondering why he felt the need to summarize everything you just told him. "Nanako was already hostile, but the other two kind of seemed to get a bit cold or... I dunno, distant... once I told them that I wanted to open Hitasuneko again. It's sort of like being back in the dorm with a bunch of people who don't really like you but most of them are too polite to come out and say it. I don't imagine that it's going to get a lot better if I actually move ahead with things. My great-uncle really wanted me to make sure they could stay living there, but what can I do if they try to sink my efforts or just make my life miserable?"\n\n"A conundrum indeed," Shirou agrees with a solemn nod. "Suffice to say I have a great deal of respect for the late Archibald, so obviously I'd like to help any way that I can. There is one way I know of, as well, that could help I think."\n\n"Huh? Really?"\n\n"Yes. You see, as part of my therapy experiments, I've been doing tests with deep-state hypnosis. Instead of just light and sound, I use a bit of chemical assistance as well. All perfectly safe, but in theory it could put someone in a very 'programmable' state." At your startled look, he holds up a hand. "Now, I'm not suggesting anything drastic, certainly. But if it was successful, you could change the girls' attitude as you liked. Simply make them more open and receptive to the idea, or more friendly towards you so that they'd see your good intentions. A sort of short-cut, as it were, since I'm sure that you'd be able to convince them of such things yourself eventually." He rests his hand back atop his other, grinning again. "Of course, whatever commands you ultimately gave them would be your own discretion. I'm merely offering to help you out... and gather a bit more data for my studies, of course."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|Austin6x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|Austin4x3]]

"Well, at some point I want to reopen the hotel," you announce. "Maybe not immediately, but this place is way too big and has way too much potential to be used as a dorm for just a couple of people."\n\n"WHAT?!" Nanako shrieks in apparent outrage.\n\n"Oh dear," Shizue murmurs, putting her fingers to her mouth. "Does that mean we have to leave...?"\n\n"No, my great-uncle said that you should be allowed to stay on if I can manage it... but if I reopened this place and it became profitable, that would definitely be one way to manage it. After all, even if it's not being run as a hotel, keeping up a place like this takes a lot of money, and my great-uncle only left me so much. So, it'd still be helpful if you guys could, y'know, help out when the time comes."\n\n"Pfwaaah, well, I'm already slacking off on my coursework, slacking off on a job wouldn't be too much more strain," Motoko announces cheerfully as she stands and presses her hands against her lower back, briefly jutting her breasts up in the air. You almost immediately get a pencil beaned off your head, and glower at the glaring Nanako as Motoko makes her way upstairs. "Well, lemme know when you've got a plan, then, whatever!" she adds, flicking a hand.\n\n"Oh dear, I'd really enjoyed how quiet and peaceful it was, I suppose all that will be gone if this place becomes a real hotel," Shizue says with a sigh, briefly closing her eyes and laying a hand on her cheek, before heading back upstairs.\n\n"Hmph! Don't think I'll just let you have your way, weirdo foreigner!" Nanako announces, pointing dramatically at you before storming off as well. \n\nYou let out a sigh as you find yourself alone in the lobby. Well, that didn't go so great.\n\nAfter some wandering around you find your things delivered in a room on the third floor. Shortly after, Motoko turns up, still seeming cheerful enough as she informs you of a few necessities such as schedules for using the hot springs... though she does throw in a jab about 'at least until they're taken away from us'. You get the sense that even though she doesn't really intend to give you a hard time about it, she's not exactly thrilled about the concept of turning the place back into a 'proper' hotel either.\n\nThe next day you get up good and early, deciding to leave the place and head to university before anyone else is likely to be up. You pick up your schedule at the office, noting that the first thing on it is a meeting with a 'student representative'. Huh. Still, seems a good idea to show up at the appropriate time and place, and so you do, waiting at a set of benches until you're appraoched by a slender, good-looking guy in a stylish white suit, his hair black and short and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.\n\n"Oh! You must be Austin-kun!" he says in a delighted tone, offering a hand.\n\n"Right. You're the... student representative?" you ask, shaking his hand.\n\n"That I am! Well, in this case at least," he replies with a confident smile. "My name is Shirou, and I'm a senior here. As it so happens, your great-uncle Archibald was the one who granted me a scholarship to attend this fine school."\n\n"Oh?" You blink, then smile. "Hey, that's great, I didn't know he gave out scholarships."\n\n"Only to particularly promising students, if I can say that without sounding like I'm bragging too much," Shirou answers with another grin. "I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, but I'm also simultaneously pursuing degrees in psychology and chemistry. In any event, please feel free to call me just 'Shirou' if you like, but if you prefer, either 'senpai' or, considering the debt I owe your family, 'niisan' would also be alright."\n\nYou can't help but snicker a little. "Let's start with Shirou, then."\n\n"Excellent! Come, come, I'll give you a tour of the campus and show you where your classes will be. They don't start properly until next week, right now it's just a bunch of orientation and events."\n\nShirou does indeed give you a tour of the campus, a fairly entertaining one filled with wry comments and bits of gossip. Still he's pretty good about showing you around, and by the end of it you doubt you'll get lost. Still, as the two of you arrive back at the entrance, he puts a hand on your shoulder. "Pardon me for saying so, Austin, but I couldn't help but notice that something seems to have you a bit down. As if you're distracted or thinking of something else. Is something besides school on your mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him your problems.|Austin4x2]]\n\n[[Shrug it off.|AusJP2x1]]

"It had me by the ankle for a little bit," you admit, glancing downwards as well.\n\nSailor Mars frowns and runs gloved fingertips over your ankle for a moment, then gives you an apologetic look. "This will probably really hurt, sorry." She places both hands against it, and you bite back a scream as it actually feels like she sets your lower leg on fire! When you have the nerve to look as she takes her hands away, though, it's just red... like you'd somehow gotten a bad sunburn on just one leg. She moves to slip one of your arms around her shoulders and helps you stand. "C'mon, let's get you back to my place."\n\nTwenty minutes or so later, you're staring at your leg as it fades back to a normal color... actually, it feels better than it has in awhile. "Uh, thanks."\n\n"No problem!" Sailor Moon chirps as she lifts her wand away from your leg. "Perk of the job!"\n\n"It may interest you to know, Rei," Ami says from in front of where she's parked with her laptop, as Usagi releases her transformation (giving you a split-second glimpse of her naked body). "That this is the closest youma attack in months. It is, however, part of a trend of them growing in ever closer, including in more populated areas."\n\n"What's that mean for us?" Makoto asks, leaning a hand on the back of Ami's chair and peering over her shoulder at the screen.\n\n"Well, if the trend continues, we'll be seeing youma active actually inside Worldland within another three months, and probably preying on people in broad daylight another month after that."\n\n"Damn, they'd get the park shut down," Rei grumbles, hands on her hips. At glances from some of the others, she shrugs. "And, y'know, people would be hurt."\n\n"I think we all understand, Rei," Minako says with a snicker. "Even if the world needs magical girls, there's not a ton of people willing to feed us and house us around here, outside of Worldland."\n\n"I don't want to go to Japan, they're already overrun by magical girls and the rooms are a lot smaller," Usagi whimpers, tucking her fists under her chin.\n\n"No one's going to Japan!" Rei cuts in. "Unless, y'know, they want to! We just need to..." She trails off, her gaze wandering back to you.\n\n"Er... what?" As odd as listening to the conversation has been, you're not sure you're all that happy to suddenly find yourself a part of it again.\n\n"Eric, you clued in to the presence of that youma really fast. Plus, like I said, they're probably drawn to you some because of your contact with me. Well, us now." Rei glances at the others, then looks back at you. "I bet you could be a huge help."\n\n"Me?! How?!"\n\n"Just by wandering around Worldland and the nearby areas and keeping an eye out for youma. Admittedly, it'll be a little dangerous for you... if you find any, they're likely to go after you instead of other people. But that means those other people are safer! Plus you were great about cluing in and calling me as fast as possible."\n\n"That does seem like a workable solution," Ami muses, cupping her chin. "We'll have Worldland hire him on as security staff, I'm sure they'll be amenable once I explain why."\n\n"Uh, I don't know that I can get a job like that," you hedge, glancing around at the girls again.\n\n"No worries, I'll create a false identity for you that says you're twenty-one... a bit difficult to believe, perhaps, but Worldland won't care considering why they'd be hiring you, as long as they have plausible deniability."\n\n"C'mon, Eric, please say yes." Rei smiles. "It won't be <i>that</i> dangerous... I don't think. Basically overnight you'd have a place to live and money coming in, and all you'd have to do is wander around a theme park all day looking for suspicious stuff and radioing it in! Plus, we'd all be super grateful," she adds, with just a bit of a purr in her voice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

"I'll have the lemon-glazed chocolate sundae, that sounds interesting," you decide, handing the menu back to the waitress.\n\n"Ooo, our chef is very proud of that one, I'll go put the order in right away!"\n\nFairly quickly, the order comes out, a long dish with three scoops of pale brown ice cream covered with yellow sauce and sprinkled with a bit of blue powdered sugar on top. You tuck in and find that it really is a fascinating flavor profile... sweet and tart together, with a hint of something else in there too, something undefinable but attractive that seems like it could become addictive. Well, you're kind of already addicted to sweets, you think with a smirk as you finish off your desert and give a quick dab at your face. You notice that the waitress is giving you a somewhat odd look as she comes back to give you your check, but you brush it off and pay, then hop up and head outside.\n\nYou pause in front of a highly-polished window, considering your reflection. Hm... were you always short like this? And your shoulders really are kind of gentle and sloping. You put a hand on your hip and jut it out... those look nice though! ♥ You definitely want to show them off a bit more. Hm, but first a haircut! ... Actually, maybe something else too. You lean in and eye your reflection... you're a bit pale, aren't you? You really could do with some color, you decide, turning and flouncing towards a tanning salon you spot nearby. \n\nWhen you emerge, your skin is a rich, all-over brown, though the season will mean anyone that looks at you will definitely know that you've been in a tanning bed. Oh well! Giggling a bit to yourself, and covering your mouth with your fingertips when you do, you head over to a nearby beauty salon that looks like its the sort of place you're looking for... after all, all the girls in there have nice fake tans too, as well as such pretty makeup and nails! In fact, after a glance at the price list, you decide to go all out... dye job, hair styling, and nails. You luxuriate in the chair as more than one of the beauticians fuss over you, apparently delighted to help a 'first timer' out. One of them presses fake nails to your fingertips and then paints them in alternating blues and greens that aren't too far off in shade, while another works on bleaching your hair and then dying it a rich but obviously fake blonde color, another working on your toenails and dainty feet to make sure they're as cute as possible, painting your toenails to match your new fingernails. Once your hair is done being turned blonde, the beautician fluffs it up, giving it a nice thick body, leaving some of it spilling down your back while doing up part of it into two braids that hang over the front of your shoulders, braiding in beautiful little dangling blue and purple strings of beads and charms. \n\nPaying and waving goodbye to your new beautician friends, you make your way over to a nearby store, one that seems to handle both regular fashion and school uniforms. Your eyes light up at the sight of the girls' uniforms... Japanese school uniforms are sooooo cute, aren't they? You just can't resist, and quickly snag a pleated blue skirt, white button-up blouse, and a pale yellow cardigan. You briefly consider the white cotton panties nearby, but instead grab a pair of white thigh-highs before heading for the proper lingerie section. You eagerly pick out a hot purple satin thong with a little bit of lace embroidery at the top of the crotch, then head into one of the dressing rooms. You can't stand being in these dreary clothes one more minute! You quickly strip down and snip the tags off the new stuff, first stepping into the panties and hauling them up. Your soft, smooth, and tan little cock and balls make a nice, obvious bulge in the front of the pretty purple panties, which you think is pret-ty cute! You sit down and pull on the thigh-highs as well, appreciating the feminine curvature they give your lean, coltish legs, then pull on the blouse and button it up, leaving just the top few undone. The skirt follows, and then the cardigan, only doing up one button of it... the sleeves come down a bit past your wrists, but that's a pretty cute look too, you decide. Taking the tags and your old clothes, you pause to throw the bundled cloth in the trash, only pausing to extract your wallet (hm, also not cute, needs an upgrade) before heading to the shoe section.\n\nPresenting the tags for your clothes and your new saddleshoes to the clerk, you chirp, "I'm gonna do some more shopping, but I've just gotta have these right now!" Your own cute voice makes you giggle, putting your perfectly-painted nails to your lips. Hm, those need some color too, you decide, and once the clerk finishes ringing you up, you make a beeline for the makeup section. By the time you leave, with most of the rest of your purchases to be delivered to the Hitasuneko (Nanako better not try on any of your new stuff!), your lips are glossed a rich pink, and your eyelids have been painted a brilliant aquamarine color, your lashes thick and long and slightly sparkly. You trot down the street, tucking your new neon pink wallet into your cardigan pocket, then pausing as you pass one store, backing up to eye the list of services. Smirking at a thought, you pull out your cellphone with its new sparkly bright pink case and collection of dangly charms and send out a text. 'Hey, Shirou! Meet up with me this afternoon in front of the school!'\n\nSeveral hours later you skip through the light crowds of people, the late afternoon sun glinting off of the multiple studs and caps piercing your ears. You grin broadly and pick up the pace as you spot Shirou, standing there looking around curiously, his face showing surprise as you slip up and wrap your arms around one of his, smirking up at him. "Hey there~, Shirou-nii-cha~n," you chirp, winking an eye to show off your new brilliant purple contacts.\n\n"Austin?" His shock fades into amusement at the sight of you. "Well well, you've made quite the change, haven't you?"\n\n"Heheh~, check it ou~t," you reply, first grinning wolfishly to show off the new dental implants that give you a cute set of fangs... then opening your mouth and rolling your tongue down your chin in a rather blatantly lewd fashion to show off your new tongue stud. \n\n"A change indeed. Mmf," Shirou grunts softly as you pull your tongue in... and brazenly fondle his cock through his pants, your nails trailing gently over the white fabric.\n\n"The guy who did it said that it would feel amaaaazing when I gave blowjobs," you coo up at him. "I considered giving him one to try it out, but I decided I'd rather suck you first."\n\n"Well then. Let's not delay," he murmurs, turning and leading the way towards one of the school buildings. He leads you to a room that looks like some sort of clubroom, with several tables and a couch. Locking the door, he settles down on the couch and leans back, allowing you to clamber up onto your knees beside him and lean down to unzip his pants and fish out his prick. You coo in delight at the sight of his mostly stiff cock, wrapping your hand around it and giving it a few strokes to get it fully hard. Still grinning wickedly, you duck down and snake your tongue out again, dragging it up his pole, feeling a lewd rush of excitement run through you at the faint hiss amidst his moan at the feel of the relatively cool metal ball surrounded by the wet heat of your tongue.\n\n"Mmmm, I wanna suck your cock so ba~d, Shirou-niicha~n," you coo, looking up at him with your lusty purple eyes before swirling your tongue around his cockhead.\n\n"Ah... and what else do you want, out of curiosity?" he asks, stroking your thick bottle-blonde hair.\n\n<hr>\n[[To be his lewd little trap slut.|Austin]]\n\n[[To help him become rich and powerful.|Austin]]\n\n[[To be a complete bitch for hot hard pricks.|Austin4x8]]

You're sure Shirou only has your best interests in mind. You download the song and then set it up play on repeat on your phone, tucking the earbuds into your ears and settling down on your futon. The music is low and slow and pulsing... it is sort of relaxing, and yet at the same time it reminds you of something sensual and sexy. It's sort of like... it reminds you of every bit of porn background music you've ever heard, and at the same time none of them. You gradually drift off to sleep with that low, sensuous throb in your ears, your dreams filled with vague, hard-to-remember imagery of pornographic scenes you've seen over the years, except the men all seem to have Shirou's face and the women all seem to have yours.\n\nYou awake with no real memory of those dreams, but definitely feeling refreshed and energetic. You spring to your feet and bounce up and down on the balls of them a few times, making a few excited gestures of your arms. "Yosh! Ready to start the day!" you chirp, trotting over to the chest of drawers and hauling it open. Immediately you pout at the sight of all the boxers. Your underwear is so boring! You feel the same way when you open the drawer with your shirts and realize you have nothing but t-shirts and formal shirts, and that your array of lower wear is pretty much just slacks and jeans. This... will not do! You need some better clothes! Some more exciting clothes! Some... prettier clothes! Yes! You're going to take the day off from classes and go shopping, it is absolutely imperative! Picking out a pair of shorts and a faded red t-shirt, you decide to ignore underwear for the moment and just buy some much cuter ones and wear them out of the store. \n\nAs you take the train to the shopping district, you bounce a bit on your seat in excitement. You can't ever remember being this elated about buying new clothing before, but isn't that fun in itself? You blink as some of your hair falls in your face from your bouncing. Hm... maybe a haircut while you're out? Oooo! Yes! Yes, that's it! And didn't you hear that there's a great dessert cafe in the shopping district? That's just the thing! Since you're skipping classes for a day out, may as well make it a really full day out! You'll get something delicious at the cafe, get a nice new haircut, and buy yourself a new wardrobe! That will be sooooo fun!\n\nYou draw a few glances as you practically skip into the cafe and settle down at one of the tables, humming happily as you wait. It looks like this might not necessarily be a proper "meido cafe", but the waitresses are wearing maid uniforms all the same. One of them walks up to you, and actually looks a little flushed, her cheeks pink. "Oh you're so cu-... I mean, hello! Welcome to Dessert Divinity! Don't worry, we don't persecute against your kind in here," she adds in a whisper.\n\nYou blink at that, then give a relieved sigh. Oh good, they don't mind serving foreigners! \n\n"Here you go, our menu for today!" she chirps as she hands you a simple fold-open menu about the size of a typical restaurant's wine list. "Though we do have our everyday selection on the left, I highly recommend one of the specials on the right, our chef puts lots of extra care and effort into those!"\n\n"Oooo, alright!" you chirp, looking at the specials. Let's seeee...\n\n<hr>\n[[Elegance Parfait.|AusJP1x1]]\n\n[[Lemon-Glazed Chocolate Sundae.|Austin4x7]]\n\n[[Pretty Pretty Princess Pink Pony Parfait.|Austin]]\n\n[[Meido Milkshake.|Austin]]

"I'm sure it's not anything like that," you decide, grinning confidently at Motoko. "I just bought some new shoes the other day, is all. They probably have thinner soles or something." Actually, you had to buy new shoes because the old ones got way too loose, but you're pretty sure that's just because you've, like, got a lower-sodium diet since your move. \n\n"I guess that could be it." Motoko considers for a moment, then grins and shrugs. "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad that I've gotten to know you. It actually kinda feels like I have two little sis-... er, I mean, two little siblings now. ... Later!" she chirps, hurrying upstairs.\n\nYou blink, looking after her for a moment, before giving an 'eh' and grabbing your bag to head upstairs and finish your homework. Once you've done that and studied for a little longer, you head down to take your allotted time in the bath. You pause when undressing, poking at your hip a little. Is your skin a bit softer than it was before? It seems like your body hair has gotten way finer too... oh well, it's probably the hot springs, that's supposed to be really good for your skin, right? Any extra softeness or loss of definition is probably just 'cause your skin has less bad pores and a healthier glow, and stuff! Having reassured yourself, you trot out to the spring and sink up to your chin in it, giving a happy "Fwaaaah!" while resting a towel against your front. No need to worry when there's a hot bath to soak in!\n\nOnce you head back upstairs, you begin changing into your pajamas, noting that they've gotten loose too. Pouting a bit, you cinch the waistband of your pajama pants tighter, then flop down on your futon. You jump a little as there's a sudden buzz from your cellphone. At this time of night?! You snag it, seeing the notification for a message from Shirou on the lock screen. Unlocking it, you navigate to the message.\n\n'Austin, I've been trying out this song lately to help with my studying. It's been scientifically calculated to have a pleasing beat to sleep to that helps you wake refreshed and have a mind receptive to retaining knowledge. Give it a try, I think you'll be pleased with the results.'\n\nAfter that is a link to a download site. Oh, is this more of Shirou's experimenting? Wait, didn't he say he could do some pretty wild stuff with that back when you explained your problems? Ah... but he said he'd been trying it out lately, doesn't that mean he listens to it himself? It can't be that dangerous then, right? Plus Shirou's been so helpful and nice since you got here! He even has snacks for you on days where you forgot to buy some before getting to school!\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to the song.|Austin4x6]]\n\n[[Don't listen to it.|Austin]]

Eh, what the hell. You rip open the top of the box and shake a few of the cookies out into your palm. Of course they don't look quite as crisp and perfect as the ones in the picture, but that's pretty much only to be expected. You toss a few in your mouth and chew... well, they certainly are crunchy! They do taste a fair bit like a chocolate-covered strawberry, albeit with that slight not-quite-a-taste that artificially flavored stuff tends to have. \n\nYou have to admit, by the time you've finished the box, you're feeling a bit more energetic and cheerful. This stuff must have quite a bit of sugar in it! Still, it's hard to deny the affect it's had on your mood, and as you grab your bag and head back to the train, you have to fight the urge to skip a little bit. You even sort of want to giggle at how much of a change to your mood there's been, those snacks really hit the spot!\n\nOf course, the situation hasn't changed much at home, so there's that to deal with, and you find yourself getting even sadder than before after an evening of feeling snubbed by the girls. A sugar crash, you tell yourself, resisting the urge to run right out and buy another box of sweets. Still, the next day you can't quite help but treat yourself to a chocolate bar, and you find your mood buoying up more... not quite to the same extent as yesterday, but enough to have you smiling and feeling more outgoing.\n\nOver the next few weeks as you begin attending classes, you notice that the girls really do seem to be thawing out towards you... Shizue's still quiet, but she seems considerably less shy about being around you, even occasionally dropping by your room to ask you how your classes are going. Motoko seems to be genuinely glad to see you most days when you get home, patting you on the back or calling greetings. You're actually the most surprised by the gradual change in Nanako... it takes about two weeks, but she stops being overtly hostile to you. After that it's a still gradual but much more steady rise in her attitude, to where she stops calling you 'weirdo foreigner boy', and it gradually evolves into 'Austin', and then even 'Austin-san'.\n\nOne evening you're sitting in the lobby to do your homework, Motoko sprawled on the couch nearby reading a manga, when Nanako comes trotting down the stairs carrying a notebook. "Ne ne, Austin-san, I tried to take good notes today but I think I missed something, I don't get how you do this one problem, could you help...?"\n\n"Yeah, sure!" You grin brightly, beckoning her over excitedly, then looking over the math problem she seems to be in the middle of. "Ohhhh, yeah, here's the problem, you just made a small mistake on the first step, that's why it just kept going further wrong."\n\n"Hshaaaah, what a goof," Nanako groans, facepalming.\n\nYou giggle a little, giving her a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, can happen to anyone! Ganbatte, Nanako-chan!"\n\nNanako smiles brightly, snagging her notebook and running off again. Motoko lowers her manga to rest on her chest. "Huh. I have... never seen her act like that around a guy."\n\n"What, never?" you ask, glancing over.\n\n"No, she's pretty hostile to guys by default. Even with ones she knows well and likes the best she usually gets is 'grumpy', it's pretty surprising she's gotten to like you so well. It's almost like..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Probably just that you can help her with her homework better than Shizue or I can."\n\nYou give a soft, thoughtful 'mmmm', but mostly dismiss it. You're just glad everyone seems to not hate you now. Deciding to finish your homework in your room, you pack everything into your bag, then stand up, then 'eep' a little as you feel the waistband of your jeans slide down a little on one hip. "My clothes have been fitting so badly lately," you complain with a bit of a pout, tugging your pants up on that side.\n\n"You do seem like you've lost weight," Motoko admits, making you blink. "Are you eating okay? You're not skipping meals or anything, are you?"\n\nYou blush some. Actually, you've developed something of a sugar habit lately, and at this point have sampled pretty much every sweet snack at the railway station at least once. You clear your throat, not feeling like admitting that, instead saying, "Maybe it's just that I've been eating healthier meals since I got to Japan. Plus I do a lot more walking... from here to the station, from the station to the university, and around to all my classes. Stuff was a lot closer together back in America."\n\n"Hmmmm." Motoko looks you up and down. "That miiight be it." She closes her manga and sets it aside, standing up and then resting a hand atop your head. "I don't know though, it seems like you've gotten a little shorter too."\n\n"Eh?" You blink, shocked. "Shorter?!"\n\n"Maybe it's just my imagination, but it seems like it. Maybe you should go to a doctor or something, Austin, to make sure you haven't picked up some local bug that has some kinda wasting effect on foreigners."\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe she's right.|Austin]]\n\n[[Eh, it's nothing.|Austin4x5]]

Though the mousewoman keeps the original dildo and butt plug, the very next day she begins selling more of them to the other small anthropomorphic animals that live in and around the giant's house. Apparently there's quite the demand for them, and soon parts of you are being sold and traded far and wide. Distance or however many times you're divided doesn't seem to matter... you're still aware of all parts of yourself (yourselves?) all the time. So while you might be aware of the dozen or so of you sitting in drawers, unused for days or weeks or months or perhaps forever, you're also fully aware of every dildo pumped into a pussy or asshole, every buttplug nestled firmly in a tight dark gripping hole for minutes (or hours), every ball gag with a tongue writhing against it and teeth pressing down on it.\n\nOccasionally your owner has to add more scrap rubber to you, but it always seems to assume the color of the part of the vat it hits, and apparently doesn't "dilute" your mingled consciousness at all... as long as a little of the original three of you are still in the vat, it's the same as all of you being in the original vat, and the sensation of being a hot, sloshing mass of goo having a constant faint orgasm is as strong as all the yous that are tucked away in toy chests or being slammed into someone's ass as a long, thick strapon. Every so often, rather than just scrap rubber, the mousegirl will drag a kicking, cursing rubber girl to the edge of the vat, some stranger who similarly fell afoul of the giant's gathering and then fell into your furry overlord's hands. And with a shove the new girl will go toppling over to splash into the goo part of you, thrashing and shrieking as she gradually melts down into you, her name and personality and memories flooding into you and then gradually subsumed in the constant wash of pleasure as she becomes aware of all the different ways she's a sex toy. \n\nAnd so that becomes your existence. Fucking dozens of holes at once, resting silently in darkness, being used to make an ever-increasing and ever more popular and widespread variety of rainbow-swirled rubber objects. Somewhere, floating in all that constantly cumming mass, is the faint memory that you used to be something else... someone else... a dozen or a hundred someone elses. There's even, very vaguely, the remnants of Amanda, captain of the cheerleading squad. Not that you can ever really focus on that part of you over the input of being slid inside at least a half-dozen asses at any given time.\n\n<b>Cheerleader in Giantland</b> end - <i>Fucking furries</i>

"Thanks, Mabel. I appreciate it. I..." You trail off, unable to put the complex weave of feelings of knowing she didn't intend to attack you and that she could have just left you there and being grateful she didn't into words.\n\nThe wolfish woman just smiles and gives you a nod though. It's kind of remarkable... you wouldn't call her precisely 'pretty', sort of okay-looking or even handsome maybe, but her smile is really pretty. "I'll do my best. Finished with that? You might wanna take a short shower then, and I'll do a quick change of the sheets while you do."\n\n"Thanks." You scoot to the side of the bed... then pause and look over at her.\n\nMabel stares at you curiously for a few seconds, then blinks. "Oh, oh right. The... yeah. Sorry." She scoots around to face away, resting her hands on her knees.\n\nWell, good enough, really. Besides, when you think about it, and you do a few times as you shower, she clearly saw you naked since she was clearly the one who undressed you, if she's not embarrassed why are you? It's just a... wait, that's another thing to think about. So as you emerge wearing a towel, you clear your throat. "So, uh, wait... was that <i>really</i> you last night?"\n\n"Hm?" Mabel looks up from bouncing a pillow into its case. "Yeah, why?"\n\n"Um, because I was thinking about it a little, and the wolf that attacked me was... well, male. Like, really male. ... Unmissably male."\n\n"Oh, right. Well, when you start to change, there's sort of this point where you can 'nudge' yourself towards male or female if you want. Not sure why, other than that I guess your body's such a jumble and reassembling itself anyway that you can do that kinda thing." She shrugs as she drops the pillow back into place, then gestures for you to lay back down. "It works going either way too. Sometimes I go one way or the other just because that's what I feel like at the time, I guess."\n\n"Oh. That's..." You don't want to say 'weird' since it seems insulting, and instead just slide back under the sheets. Then you blink as she hands you another mug. "More?"\n\n"You won't actually change for awhile, but your body's getting you ready to anyway. It always helps to have a ton of stored-up calories. I'm not sure where they're stored though, really," she adds with a curious expression, frowning and poking at her extremely firm stomach.\n\nYou... have two potential suspects, but maybe that doesn't really count. Instead you sip at the broth, then at her advice lay down to sleep. When you awake, it seems to be late afternoon, and Mabel is messing with some tarps from your garage. "Hey, what's up?"\n\n"I was going to suggest going down to the basement, but decided you needed the sleep, so instead I'm gonna black out these windows," she answers, finishing with a nail at the corner of the tarp.\n\n"What? Why? Wasn't the full moon last night?" you ask, starting to get a little anxious. Actually, your heart's really starting to race anyway, far out of line with the concern you're feeling.\n\n"The complete full moon's when you pretty much have to change, but the urge is really strong for a few nights on either side of it, and for you the difference isn't much. I've been told it's actually better for new werewolves to not change for the first time right after they get bitten, so, no moonlight," she says as she finishes nailing up another tarp and checking that it's firm against the wall all the way around.\n\n"I... I'm feeling really... weird," you admit, starting to shake a little, your heart hammering in your chest and your fists clenching in the sheets as if desperate for a grip on the world.\n\n"You're feeling the moon come up for the first time. Take it easy, it's alright," she adds in a soothing tone. You barely notice as she crosses to the bed and pulls off the borrowed clothes, until her naked body is pressing up against your side. Her hand strokes over your hair as she makes a few soothing noises low in your throat. "I'm gonna keep your wolf calm with mine. It'll feel like your bones wanna jump out of your skin but you'll be okay. Ssshhh."\n\nIt's an odd phrase, but as minutes tick into an hour, you can't say it's inaccurate. Your whole body is shaking, muscles twitching, adrenaline so strong in your blood that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Every part of you wants so strongly to be out, doing something, anything, a hundred things, and yet just as strongly all of you wants to climb into a hole and curl up forever. And all through it Mabel continues to hold on to you gently, quietly offering reassurances.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to calm down.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Cling to her.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|BuddyOct]]

"Well, we were trying to summon a succubus, not a dragon," you say a little distantly, some part of your brain taking control of your mouth, Maya giving a few numb nods of agreement.\n\n"Ehhhh, really?" Lucoa pouts a little, putting a fingertip to her lips. "Oh well, I guess I understand. I hear that a succubus is all the young people talk about on their internet sites," she says with a sigh that makes her huge tits jiggle, her shoulders slumping. Then she perks up a little. "Still, I can help out a bit! It's very dangerous to summon a completely unleashed succubus you know, it's very lucky I answered instead. I'll summon you up a succubus, and go ahead and bind it to one of you as a familiar. That way it won't be able to make any mischief you don't tell it to!"\n\n"Oh, uh, thanks." Maya nods, obviously trying not to stare at Lucoa's chest. "Those are, I mean, that's really generous of you."\n\n"Hmmm, which one should I bind it to, though?" Lucoa muses aloud, turning her head back and forth between the two of you.\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|QOSuc2x2]]\n\n[[Maya.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Both.|QOSuc]]

Not a lot of news comes out of Command in the wake of the Presidential Compound being captured by the enemy. Apparently the original intruder had some sort of ability to impregnate females of other races with fast-gestating soldiers like itself... Doctor Fukher was probably already pregnant and bent to its will by the time she beamed down. She and a few more captive females were all it needed to, within a few weeks, breed a force capable of taking all the necessary strategic positions on Earth that were necessary. Which is what Command bleakly announces shortly before its own intrusion and capture by the invaders.\n\nAfter that, it doesn't take very long before the ships start showing up at Federation planets and facilities. Their firepower is overwhelming, and while there are tales of noble and innovative Starbeat commanders winning the day, they sound more like urban legends spread by an increasingly oppressed populace. Besides, whether or not Commander Crisco is still out there fighting Raptarrans in his experimental Defiance-class ship doesn't do you much good, since here on Earth you've been gathered up and are being led into one of the Raptarran processing centers.\n\nYou're goaded along with an electroprod jabbed against your ass, to the point in line where one of the Raptarrans gleefully rips off your clothes, openly fondling your ass and breasts for a moment before swatting you on the rear and sending you along, naked and blushing furiously. A set of nozzles sprays you with some sort of purple fluid you can only assume is their version of disinfectant, making you yelp at the cold. You proceed on, soaked and bedraggled, more disheartened than ever as you make the march with the rest of the human livestock towards whatever fate awaits you.\n\nFurther down the line, you're yanked to face some sort of sensor, which flashes brightly in your face and makes you wince. The Raptarran manning the sensor looks at his readout board, then laughs. "This one's on one of the lists! Take her to the overseer!"\n\nTurns out, you were marked down by the Raptarrans as having unwittingly assisted them in their conquest of the Federation, and are thus to be given a place of "honor". You find out just what the captain of the <i>Dominance</i> meant about just how much they could twist someone's form as you're dropped into a tank of bubbling green fluid and sealed, your body twitching and twisting as your transformation begins.\n\nWhen they finally pull you out a week later, there's nothing to indicate that you aren't a large, soft red satin pillow... nothing but your constant pleasant body heat and a faint heartbeat that will serve almost as a sort of massage, that is. You're placed on the throne of the new Raptarran overlord of Earth, and spend most of each day with his puckered asshole and leathery balls resting against you, pushing against your soft surface, through which you find you can not only smell, but taste. The same of the fluids that drip down onto you as he often takes his pleasure of the various males and females brought to him during the days, weeks, and years to come.\n\nAs years pass into decades, and decades into more than a century, with a brand new overlord parking his reptilian ass on you as the old one retires, you finally bow to the realization that the Raptarran scientists have granted you immortality, and resign yourself to spend the rest of the rule of these rapacious beasts with their asses and cocks resting on you... however many thousands of years that may be.\n\n<b>Erin's Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Seat of power</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe I should have checked on Doctor Fukher.|TrekF2x12]]\n\n[[Maybe I should have just surrendered in the first place.|TrekF2x10]]\n\n[[Maybe I should just start over completely.|CharGenMain]]

Heh, dark and scary woods at midnight on Halloween. As you walk along the road and then turn off into the woods proper, you calm any worries you might have by assuring yourself that there's little chance of you wandering far enough away from civilization to lose cellphone signal, and thus you can always find your way back with GPS. You're not exactly in the middle of nowhere, after all, these are just some woods in the suburbs. Admittedly, they're old growth woods, and in the current light the trees look very black and gnarled with bare, clawlike branches... ... but you're fine! You're about a ten minute walk from home after all! And it being a little... just a little... scary is part of the point. You start thinking about how to tell the story of your midnight exploration to your friends. Maybe just for kicks you could throw in some vague indication of a cryptid sighting, like bigfoot, or Mothman, or a w-\n\nA long, eerie howl carries through the trees, unclear as to its distance but obviously not terribly far from you considering how clear it was. A shudder runs up your spine and hits you right in the prey animal brain... okay, it's time to go home, enough Halloween outing. You look around and realize that in your brief moment of fright, you're now not entirely sure of where you came from. Whipping out your cellphone, you bring up the GPS map and try to coax a result out of it.\n\nThe sound of heavy breathing makes you slowly raise your head. Looming between two trees nearby is a huge, shaggy black form, though some lighter streaks in its fur are visible as it steps out of the shadows and into the moonlight. It's bipedal... mostly, though its arms are long, with massive hands tipped by wicked claws. Its canine nature is blaringly obvious by the shape of its head, saliva-dripping black lips pulled back from glistening fangs, its eyes blazing yellow. Somewhere amidst your shock and fear you note that it's also completely naked, and that jutting from above heavy, furry balls is a truly immense red canine cock, pointed-tipped and bulge-based.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fight!|BuddyOct18x2]]\n\n[[Flight!|BuddyOct]]

"Um. Okay. It's fine." You clear your throat. "Goodnight, Mary."\n\n"Goodnight, Master," she murmurs, rubbing her face against your shoulder. Soon you can feel her chest moving against you in slow, steady motions, her breath puffing against you evenly.\n\nYou lay there for a good long time, cock throbbing and very aware of the literal succubus in your bed, soft and warm against you, and filling the bed with her scent... something like cinnamon and vanilla. Still, eventually her calm and quiet helps lull you, and your cock relaxes much as the rest of you does. Soon enough you drift off to sleep as well. When you wake up you find yourself on your back, one arm around Mary, who's laying half on top of your chest, head tucked in against your neck and throat. You swallow heavily, your morning hardon stiffening even further. You look at her peaceful, composed face and the feeling gradually passes, though, and you dare to give her blonde hair a few gentle pets.\n\nYou quickly move your hand away as she stirs, then yawns wide, showing off some rather cute little fangs. She pushes herself up, blinking sleepily as she glances around, then smiles down at you, blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders and the sides of her face. "Good morning, Master."\n\n"Morning, Mary."\n\nYou ask her to head downstairs while you get showered and dressed, and could swear you catch just a bit of a pout before she smiles and agrees. Once you're dressed you head downstairs to find that she's changed to an outfit similar to yesterday's, though the sleeves are rolled up and the shirt is tied under her chest, and she's wearing white thigh-highs as well. "What are we doing today, Master?" she asks happily.\n\n"Maya texted me and asked me to come over," you explain, fighting the urge to wince as Mary's face falls a little. "It'll be fine, I promise."\n\nWhen the two of you arrive, Maya opens the door, takes one look at Mary, and mutters, "Oh my God we summoned a prep." When she sees you scowling and Mary shifting nervously in place, poking her fingers together again, she holds up a hand. "Er, sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that. C'mon in." Once the two of you are inside, she adds, "I'm sorry I was... well, bitchy yesterday, Mary. I was freaked out but I shouldn't have taken it out on you."\n\nMary instantly perks up. "'Kay! We can be friends, then, right?"\n\n"Yeah, sure," Maya says with a grin, then oofs as Mary hops forward and wraps her arms around her. "Okay, not hugging friends, too soon, too soon."\n\n"Eheh." Mary rubs the back of her head and pokes her tongue out some as she steps back. "Um, can I use your internet?"\n\n"Sure, the password's... right, you don't have a phone." Maya shakes her head. "Yeah, use my computer, I guess, just don't go poking through my bookmarks or files or anything."\n\n"Totally! Succubus's honor!" Mary chirps, saluting before turning and heading up the stairs.\n\n"So what's the deal? You learn anything more about her?" Maya asks, turning towards you.\n\n"Not a whole lot, really, I was just sort of in processing mode too, I guess," you admit, though you go on to explain the bit about Mary's 'normalcy field'. Maya looks rather intrigued at that, nodding along. \n\n"Still, sounds like there's at least some limit on what she can make, since she hasn't whipped herself up a cell phone. Probably ought to take her out shopping, then." Maya glances at the stairs, then at you. "She's definitely not what I would have expected a succubus to be like."\n\n"Yeah, I know," you say with a shake of the head. Then you blink, blushing. "You didn't ask me if we'd... um..."\n\nMaya snorts, grinning. "Jamie, I've known you since we were seven. If you'd fucked any girl, let alone a succubus, I'd see it on your face a mile off."\n\nYou turn bright red and squirm indignantly at that... and definitely can't argue it. Instead you head upstairs, to where Mary is cheerfully clicking away at Maya's computer. "Hey, Mary, let's go. We're gonna go shopping."\n\n"Like, seriously?!" she squeals, whipping around to face you, blue eyes sparkling. "Shopping?! Where are we gonna go?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cell phone store.|QOSuc2x7]]\n\n[[Sex shop.|QOSuc]]

Maybe your brain's just not quite ready to deal with the fact that the woman sitting on your bed is a werewolf, or the implication that you are now too, because the next words out of your mouth are, "You're... kind of really super naked."\n\n"... Yeah?" She stares at you, as if not sure what your point is, before she blinks and glances down at herself. "Oh. <i>Oh</i>. Right. Yeah, I... yeah, I don't have any clothes, so... I'll borrow some of yours, then?" she concludes, glancing at you as she stands.\n\n"Yeah. Uh, feel free," you add, gesturing towards a laundry basket full of clean but not yet put away clothing.\n\n"Thanks. Oh, here, drink this," she adds, picking up the mug and leaning so far over towards you that you could lift a hand two inches and be cupping one of those breasts. Swallowing, you focus on sliding your hand to the side before lifting it and taking the mug, trying not to follow her too closely with your eyes as you try a sip.\n\nMaking a face at the particularly strong chicken broth, you nevertheless take a larger gulp before saying, "You, uh, you certainly aren't much for body shame, I guess?" \n\n"No, it's probably one of the first casualties of the whole 'werewolf' thing," she answers. Naturally when she speaks you glance over, then wind up unable to help staring for just a few heartbeats at the sight of her bent over and rummaging in the laundry basket, her firm round ass up in the air and her bare pussy framed by her strong thighs. You jerk your head away as she straightens up holding one of your t-shirts and starts pulling it on. "Every time you change, you take a little bit of human into the wolf, and every time you change back, a little of the wolf comes too. Your body gets stronger, stops being bothered by cold so much, that touch of animal makes you start to forget why clothes were such a big deal in the first place," she continues as she steps into a pair of sweatpants and hauls them up, then pads back over to the bed to sit down again. "Give it a couple of years, you'll probably turn into a nudist too," she says a little wryly.\n\n"Years... so there's no cure?" you murmur as you sip more of the broth.\n\n"None I've ever heard of. I mean, I guess maybe I just haven't been looking in the right places, but there's only so many times you can be laughed at by fortune tellers and supposed shamans before you give up," Mabel grumbles in reply. "It's been a long time since I bothered to look."\n\n"A long time... how long? How long have you been a, uh... werewolf?"\n\n"A long time," she replies simply, shrugging again. Her breasts still wobble just a little... your t-shirt is kind of tight on her, considering, but it's not exactly built with support and stability in mind. "That's another thing you lose over time... schedules and dates stop being important, so you stop keeping track of them. You learn to know when the moon's phases are changing by keeping watch and a sort of 'feel' you have inside, but how many days, or months it is... you don't really care. You get up when you're awake, you eat when you're hungry, you sleep when you're tired, you work on food and shelter when you're not doing any of those."\n\n"So you... you live in the woods, or?"\n\n"Kind of, or on the outskirts of town. Abandoned buildings, empty cabins, sometimes yeah just the woods itself, depending where I am. I do odd jobs to keep myself fed, or just change and go hunting wildlife, depending where I am and how I'm feeling. I know it sounds pretty rough, but it's a natural sort of life for an animal, so when enough of the wolf's in you, it feels right. Really..." She hesitates a little, then rubs the back of her neck. "Really the hardest thing to deal with is the loneliness."\n\n"... Loneliness...?"\n\n"Both humans and wolves are social creatures after all," she says, smiling a little wanly. "But I haven't had much luck on that front, so I've spent most of my time all these years alone. But hey, even if I'm not great at people, I'm gonna be here for you, okay?" She leans over and rests her hand over one of yours. "As long as you need me. I'm not gonna leave you to go through this by yourself."\n\nYou look back at her for just a second, feeling torn. On the one hand, hearing that you don't have to go through what seems to be a scary and life-changing thing by yourself, but can instead have a mentor... maybe even a friend... to help you through it is immensely comforting. On the other... well, you're only in this situation because she attacked you, and while she just said she didn't mean to, there's still the fact that she did. Plus she just admitted to being incredibly lonely... what if she <i>did</i> attack you on purpose, to give herself a new werewolf friend?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her help.|BuddyOct18x4]]\n\n[[Decline.|BuddyOct]]

Without really thinking about it, but rather acting purely on instinct, you drop your phone and grab for a nearby branch, swinging it upward as the upright wolf-creature immediately bolts in, giving a yowl of almost outrage at your apparent intent to resist. The branch smashes across the side of the beast's head... literally, the thing disintegrating into splinters and chips with the wolf-thing barely even flinching, though the shock of impact that travels through your hands and arms says that the wood was probably almost as solid and hardy as a baseball bat.\n\nAnd then the monster is on you, its jaws closing around the meeting of your shoulder and neck and the fangs sinking into you, your own scream of pain somehow seeming drowned out by the sheer weight and presence of the beast bearing you to the ground. Its jaws fall down on you again and again, seemingly more for the love of biting than anything else, and somewhere in the intense horror of this unearthly predator tearing at your helpless body, you pass out.\n\nYou wake with a start, jerking and twisting in the damp sheets, but moving feebly, your body weak. For a moment there's just a generalized shock, your mind too overwhelmed and confused to realize that you're surprised to be waking up at all... let alone in your own bed. You look back and forth, your hair plastered against your head and the pillow beneath you soaked. It is your own bed, your own room, with light coming in through the windows. A glance down at yourself shows that you're naked, but seemingly whole, not so much as a scratch... though your skin is very flushed and you're completely drenched with sweat. As your shock and confusion wears off, you also realize that you feel a deep, all-over ache, like you had a bad case of the flu, though there's only a mild headache and no nausea to go with it. Still trying to make sense of what you remember happening and what's happening now, wondering if it was all some sort of fever dream, you try to sit up, with some vague idea of calling a friend to maybe come over and help.\n\n"Hey, hey, whoa, don't get up."\n\nYou blink and look over towards the door, and wind up staring. There's a strange woman who's just walked into your room... a very tall, very naked strange woman. She looks like she could be a professional martial artist or something, by the tone of her limbs and her six-pack abs, though she's also fairly generously endowed in the chest. Her hair's fairly short and tousled, black with little tufts of auburn and almost grey in it that somehow make her look familiar. Her eyes are such a pale hazel that they look yellow, too, which gets your heart racing and your mind anxious for some reason you can't pin down, to the point that you flinch a little as she walks over towards you and sets down the tall mug she's carrying on the bedside table.\n\n"It's gonna be a rough few days, you really need to spend as much of it resting as possible," she says as she leans forward, breasts hanging down a bit as she presses a hand to your cheek, then your forehead.\n\nCaught between wanting to stare and pure, utter confusion, you croak out, "Rough few days...? What do you... what are you talking about? Who are you, why are you here?"\n\n"Um. Yeah. Rough." She settles in to sit on the side of the bed, still turned towards you. "The... I don't know, virus, curse, whatever it is, it takes a lot out of you for the first few days. Who I am... well, I'm Mabel, and I'm here to help you because..." She lets out a soft huff, closing her eyes, then looking at you. Up close, you realize they aren't 'almost yellow'... they're actually a soft amber color. "Because this is my fault, so I'm trying to help."\n\n"Your fault? What do you mean your fau-" You choke a little as the obvious implication sinks in. "You were the thing that attacked me?!"\n\n"Yeah. I couldn't really stop myself... the best I could do was hold back so that I didn't tear you to pieces." Her expression is pained as she continues. "Look, I'm sorry. I try to avoid this kind of thing, it's why I was out in the woods, but I saw you there and all the instincts kicked in, and..." She trails off, then just shrugs, bare breasts jiggling a little. "All I can say is 'sorry', and try to help you."\n\n<hr>\n[["Get out, freak!!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["... you're very naked..."|BuddyOct18x3]]

"We just need to show them the good aspects of it," you murmur back to Mika. "Let's have them go ahead and consummate the engagement."\n\n"Oh, good idea," Mika replies, eyes sparkling as she gives a nod. She walks over to Hinako as you move to Ken.\n\n"You two just need to get used to the idea, and all the fun you can have together," you tell your son as you reach for his shirt, starting to tug it up.\n\n"MOM! What are you-?!" he yelps, starting to fight you, only to get distracted by a much more girlish yelp. His own eyes widen as he sees Mika smoothly divest a much more pliant Hinako of her shirt and sports bra at once, those big teenage tits spilling free and wobbling before the girl can cover them. While he's still staring, you divest him of his own shirt and then move around behind him.\n\n"We'll just help get you going this first time," you murmur in his ear, letting your tits pillow against his back as you reach around and start undoing his jeans. He's still too stunned to move, his eyes fixed on Mika undoing her own daughter's jeans and sliding them and the panties beneath down, dropping them to the floor and leaving the blushing, squirming girl naked. His cock is already mostly hard as you push down his jeans and underwear, wrapping your hand around it to stroke lightly, feeling it surge harder and just a bit thicker in your fingers at your touch.\n\nHinako seems powerless to resist as her mother leads her over to the couch and turns her to face it, guiding her to her knees and bending her forward over it. Mika smiles as she starts to stroke her fingers up and down her daughter's bare slit, Hinako whimpering softly and squirming some more, shaking her round, pale ass in the air. "Just relax, dear," Mika coos to her daughter. "That's right, get nice and wet for your fiance, you'll want to be ready for that big cock of his to be inside you."\n\n"Doesn't Hinako-chan have a cute pussy, Ken?" you coo in your son's ear, feeling him shiver against you, droplets of pre leaking out of his cock and over your fingers to get smeared across the smooth skin. "Just think, you'll be able to fuck it pretty much whenever you want now that you're engaged. And she has such nice big tits too," you add in a purr, pressing your own a bit more firmly against him. "Those are all yours now."\n\n"Mm, his cock is very nice, Hinako, you're so lucky," Mika whispers encouragingly to her daughter, even as she slides two fingers slowly inside the girl's pussy, making Hinako gasp loudly. "Mmm, I think you're ready." Mika glances over to you and nods, and you gently push Ken forward and to his knees behind the girl. Mika smiles at him, taking over for you by wrapping a hand around his cock and giving it a few strokes, then firming her grip a bit to pull him forward gently. He leans in, resting his hands on the couch cushions to either side of Hinako as her mother rubs the tip of his cock up and down the girl's now dripping slit before setting him in place. Then the both of you rest a hand on his lower back, fingers against each other's as the two of you slowly push him forward.\n\n"K-Ken," Hinako whines, though the sound is as much moan as anything else, her pale, luscious young body writhing gently against the couch as a cock slides inside her for the first time at the guidance of her mother.\n\n"Hina," Ken moans back, a little shiver running through him as well at the feel of her pussy spreading around and clutching against his prick, and at the feel of his mother's hand running up and down his bare back as he fucks a girl for the first time.\n\nOnce Ken's hilted inside Hinako, Mika gives a few presses on his back to get him started in the rhythm of fucking her daughter. "Not too rough, but make sure you fuck her as thoroughly as you like," she murmurs in his ear, smiling as she does. "That's a man's privilege, after all. Mm, that's right, squeeze her ass too, sweetheart," she encourages as Ken's hands slide down Hinako's back and over the curve of her butt, squeezing the firm but yielding cheeks. \n\n"She does have a lovely rear, doesn't she darling?" you murmur in your son's other ear, your tits pressing around his arm through your shirt. "Mine wasn't quite as nice at her age, you're so lucky we made this match. Here, slide your hands up here for a bit," you encourage, guiding his hands forward to her waist. "There you go, now you can see her jiggle when your hips slap against her."\n\n"K-Ken!" Hinako gasps out, her breathing coming in fast little pants, her eyes squeezed closed as she trembles. "Mom...!"\n\n"Fuck back against him a bit, baby," Mika coos, reaching out to stroke her daughter's hair and down her back, rubbing just above Ken's hands. "Boys like it when you can't seem to control your hips and start bucking against them like a whore. Theeere you go," she adds approvingly as Hinako's ass jerks back to meet the impact of Ken's hips.\n\n"Go ahead and cum in her, baby," you whisper in Ken's ear, your lips almost brushing against it as you can see him panting and trying to hold back. "It's fine if you knock her up, go ahead and get her pregnant, see if she's a fertile little thing." Unable to hold out against that, Ken thrusts forward and lets out a loud groan, his whole body shuddering. Hinako gives a low squeal, shaking harder than ever before abruptly going limp against the couch, panting havily, her pale skin glistening with sweat.\n\nKen slowly pulls back and out of her, his still mostly-hard cock wobbling as it slides free. Mika leans down as if to make sure everything actually did wind up inside, smiling at the sight of cum dribbling from her daughter's pussy, which she quickly uses two fingers to scoop up and slide back inside. Then, apparently unable to help herself, she turns her head and slides her lips over Ken's cock, your son moaning loudly as Mika strokes her head up and down, the experienced married woman's tongue working him over. You can't help but lick your lips a little, thinking it's been a long time since you sucked a cock yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe just a taste.|Marei]]\n\n[[Maybe a secondhand taste from Mika.|Marei]]\n\n[[Let Mika handle things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Give the kids some time to themselves.|Marei]]

"I mean, she needs opportunities to learn and stuff too, right?" you say with a shrug. "She might know advanced physics, but she doesn't get to interact with a lot of other people that much."\n\n"I wanna be social!" Mary says excitedly, blue eyes sparkling.\n\n"You, of all people, wind up with the extrovert succubus," Maya says drolly, then grins when Mary puffs up her cheeks in annoyance. "No, it's just funny, Mary, opposites attract and all."\n\n"Buuu, if you say so." Mary switches to a smile... then yelps and gives a little jump as a rather large guy passes by and, in doing so, flips up the back of her skirt.\n\n"Hey, nice," the guy chuckles. "When you decide to ditch the dipshit, come look me up, huh babe?"\n\n"The <i>fuck</i>?!" Maya hisses, glowering after him and looking like she's on the verge of doing something.\n\n"Master!" Mary murmurs, looking at you with wide eyes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Brush it off.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Step up.|QOSuc2x10]]

"Look, I'm a little embarrassed," you admit, but hurry to add, "But not of you, alright? I guess I don't want people to think I have some sort of... strange... relationship. I also don't want them to look down on you or think bad things about you."\n\nMary looks a little suspicious, tilting her head. "Master, I don't get it. Is our relationship strange? Why would people think badly of me for calling you Master?"\n\n"..." You shake your head a little. "I guess our... um... relationship... isn't really normal. Things like this don't happen everyday. I'm still learning a little too, how things work between us. Yesterday I woke up just some nobody, today here's this beautiful girl with special powers who's looking at me like I'm great, and wanting to rely on me. And I guess... people look down on other people who are in relationships that aren't usual. Especially... well, I guess especially if they thought you were being s-... submissive... to a loser like me, that has two friends in the whole world, and isn't popular at all, stuff like that."\n\nYou nibble your lower lip a little as Mary lowers her head forward, her bangs casting her eyes into shadow. She says nothing for awhile, before whispering, "Master, you liar."\n\n"Mary, I didn't-" Then you oof as she suddenly lurches forward and wraps her arms around you, hugging you tightly.\n\n"Master's special. Master's really special," she whispers, sounding on the verge of tears. "Don't ever, ever, ever say ever again that you don't deserve to have me, or that you're nobody. Because Master is mine, and I'm Master's, and I don't want to be anyone else's. And I'll be your friend, forever, forever, don't ever say I'm not your friend, please Master."\n\nNow almost in tears yourself, you wrap your arms around her as well. "... Okay. I'm sorry, Mary. I..." You take a deep breath, leaning your head on your shoulder. "... I guess I did lie. I guess I'm actually super lucky. Because I wound up meeting you."\n\nMary steps back, beaming as she quickly wipes her eyes. "Totally. Master is totally lucky to meet me. And I'm totally lucky to meet Master."\n\nYou grin, doing a quick swipe of your palm across your own eyes, before offering her a hand. "Wanna go see a movie, Mary?"\n\n"Sure." She grins as she takes the hand. "Jamie."\n\nThe rest of spring break passes much like that... Mary spends most of her days tagging along with you, you taking her places to let her see things she has vague ideas of but hasn't actually experienced, or sometimes just staying in, you reading or on the computer, her popping gum and tapping away at her phone. By the time school has rolled around, she's managed to somehow fake herself up an enrollment (even though there's not that long left in the schoolyear). She shows up the first day in what has developed into her style, a white collared shirt unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled up some, under a black sweater vest, with a plaid pleated skirt and 'loose socks' with saddle shoes. It definitely looks like a school uniform, though she's got some interesting and brightly-colored accessories to go with it. \n\n"We really did summon a prep," Maya says in amusement as the three of you gather in the hallway, loitering before first period.\n\n"Eheh," Mary answers, grinning and poking her tongue out. "Hey Maya."\n\n"Hey Mary. Decided to come to school, huh?"\n\n"Yup! Mas-, ah, Jamie said I should," she adds, glancing at you and beaming. \n\n<hr>\n[[She should learn too.|QOSuc2x9]]\n\n[[You need to keep an eye on her.|QOSuc]]

"Let's just tell them directly," you suggest after a few moments' thought. "Let them know we've decided to engage them, and they should start acting like it."\n\n"You're right, no sense beating around the bush," Mika says in an approving tone. "Go ahead and call Ken over, then I'll get Hinako down here and we'll tell them."\n\nYou pull out your cellphone and give your son a call, overriding his complaints about his plans at the mall being interrupted and telling him which house to come over to. Once there's a knock at the door, you move to answer it, while Mika heads to the foot of the stairs and calls up, "Hinako! Downstairs, now please!"\n\nYou show Ken inside, and after a moment Hinako comes padding down the stairs, glancing around nervously. She has long, dark purple hair cut straight across the forehead... a little like yours, really. Well, boys sometimes like girls that remind them a bit of their mother, that's fine. Actually it looks like she's dressed a bit like you too, although both her jeans and her purple t-shirt are quite baggy... and still not really up to the task of hiding her round hips and butt, or her teenage D-cups. Her pale grey eyes seem nervous as they dart about, as if wondering if she were being called to some sort of intervention (for what, you have no clue, the girl would probably faint at the very thought of doing anything illicit).\n\n"Hey, Hina," Ken greets idly, raising a hand, then glancing back and forth between you and Mika. "Soooo, Mom, Mrs. Hyuuya, what's up?" he prompts, Hinako giving a nervous nod in agreement with the question.\n\n"Your mother and I have been talking," Mika answers him, smiling as she folds her arms over her chest. "Ken, Hinako, we've decided that the two of you are engaged."\n\nKen's jaw drops, and Hinako's eyes go so wide you're a little afraid they'll pop out. "W-wha?!" Ken stammers. "You... you can't just...!"\n\n"Moooom," Hinako whimpers, starting to blush now and covering her face with both hands.\n\n"It's time both of you started dating, and since it's such a good match there's no doubt you'll want to get married, so we're just skipping right to the engagement," you explain reasonably, resting your hands on your hips. \n\n"Mom, this is ridiculous," Ken huffs, coming dangerously close to glaring at the both of you. \n\nMika frowns, leaning in close to you. "They're not going for it," she murmurs. "What should we do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Calmly explain things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Lay down the law.|Marei]]\n\n[[Show them the good side.|Marei3x5]]

"I really think if you're going to go, we ought to all go," you whisper back, glancing towards the rest of the cheer team.\n\n"Amanda, an entire busload of kids traipsing through the woods at night is just going to increase the odds of someone getting hurt or lost."\n\n"I know, but what if it takes you hours to find anybody? Everyone will just be sitting here getting more and more nervous without anything to do. If we all go, maybe everyone will stay calm because they feel like they're actively doing something."\n\nCoach Morrison nods slowly. "Maybe you're right. Besides, I wouldn't feel that great about leaving all of you on your own." She unstraps the emergency flashlight from under the dash and stands up to face the back of the bus. "Alright, everybody, for now we're going to ditch the bus and all see if we can walk out of here. If you brought a flashlight, now's the time to dig it out."\n\nAbout half the girls take to rustling around in their bags, producing a variety of flashlights, from blue steel LEDs to pink old-fashioned ones with flower stickers on them. Everyone makes their way down the bus steps and clumps up outside, clinging together in pairs for the most part. Coach Morrison comes down last, looking over the whole group. "Everyone, try to stay together. If you don't have a flashlight, hold hands with someone who does. Watch where you step, and keep me in sight at all times. Let's go," she continues, stepping forward to lead the way.\n\nThe baker's dozen of you follow along, some girls taking it better than others, just walking along like it's a minor annoyance on a field trip, others staring out into the woods along the road fearfully. After you've been walking along for about an hour, you hear a yip from the midst of the group.\n\n"I heard something!" Cassie hisses, stopping cold.\n\n"<i>Again</i>, Cassie?" Alisson groans.\n\n"No, I heard it too." That's from Pepper, a girl with short red hair and freckles. "It was music, wasn't it, Cass?"\n\n"Yeah!" The blonde nods eagerly, seeming immensely relieved. "Some sort of flute or something!"\n\n"Huh? No, I heard singing. Over there," she adds, Cassie saying the same two words at the same time, and both of them pointing in opposite directions. They blink at each other, then look at you.\n\nYou exchange glances with Coach Morrison. "Could be some campers or something, they could probably help us. Maybe we should go towards the-"\n\n<hr>\n[[... flute music.|CheerForest6x2]]\n\n[[... singing.|CheerForest13x1]]

"Maybe we should go towards the flute music." You pause, then smile. "Hey, come to think of it, wasn't the band going on a trip this year too? Maybe their camp's near ours and they came this same way?"\n\n"And, what, they just pulled over to have practice?" Alisson murmurs, then clamps her mouth closed when most of the other girls glare at her. She holds up her hands in defeat, and the lot of you begin trudging through the woods towards the sound of spritely woodwinds. Eventually, the light of a fire is visible through the trees, resolving into an obvious bonfire as you draw nearer, the sound of pipes accented by laughter and whooping of male voices. As the squad begins to emerge from the treeline into a large clearing, you can see just who's been playing such music... and the sound of panpipes suddenly seems <i>really</i> obvious.\n\nBare-chested men with the legs of goats... fauns? satyrs? your stunned brain can't remember if there's a difference... cavort around the large bonfire, some of them playing the distinctive instruments, others standing gathered around large barrels and scooping dark liquid out of them with cups. Others just lay about watching the others, occasionally calling out or laughing themselves. All of them are handsome, you have to admit... their bare human chests are well-muscled and beautiful, their skin ranging from light to dark olive, their faces sharp and dangerous even as they're merry, curling beards jutting from their chins and curved horns coming from their foreheads. Their lower halves are covered in thick fur, pretty much all in shades of brown, matching the thick curly hair on their heads.\n\nSeveral of them pause in their dancing to turn towards your group, the rest of the girls standing and staring in shock at the sight the same as you are. One of them laughs brightly and trots a bit closer, his hooves clop-clopping across the ground. "Ah, mortals! Has been many a year e'er we've seen any your sort! Please, let us be your hosts! Tell us how you came to be here, tell us how we may be of help to you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well they... seem nice? Help's help...|CheerForest6x3]]\n\n[[Are you kidding?! They're freaky GOAT MEN! Run!|CheerForest]]

The situation is really weird, but frankly you don't see what could be helped by anyone freaking out. Or, you know, being rude. They're obviously real since they're right there in front of your eyes, so you step forward a bit, the rest of the girls staring at you. "Thank you. That's... that's very nice of you."\n\nThe others seem to relax a little bit and follow your lead, moving forward further into the clearing. The fauns begin making their way over, dancing cheerful and lighthearted attention on one or two girls, and as the rest of the squad is allowed to sit down to rest their feet and let the bonfire chase away the chilliness of the nighttime forest, you can see girls beginning to actually smile and even laugh at the wit of their fuzzy hosts.\n\n"Afraid I am that I've no knowledge of such a thing as a 'bus', my good lass," the faun named Jaxim says after you've explained your predicament, laying his free hand against his bare chest, his other still holding a wine goblet. You're sitting on a log that's obviously been brought near the fire for use as a bench, Jaxim on one side of you and Coach Morrison on the other, a faun named Eimar sitting on her other side. "Nor of a 'cell phone' signal. It would seem that the best we can do is send you on your way in the morning's light with your stomachs full."\n\n"Hey, this isn't bad," Coach Morrison muses as she takes a bite of the roast meat Eimar got for her, wiping her chin with her hand and mostly succeeding in smearing fat all over her chin. "What is it?"\n\n"Common beast of the forest, hunted just this morn' 'fore we began our celebration," Eimar answers, his booming voice befitting his dark skin and the gleam of his teeth as he flashes you both a smile.\n\n"But 'tis bad form for we your hosts to fill your bellies only with roast meat!" Jaxim adds, cupping a hand around his mouth and calling, "Bring forth some libation more suited to fine ladies!"\n\n"Hey," Coach Morrison protests with a frown as more fauns emerge from the forest carrying large casks made of white wood, thumping them down near the already open wine barrels. They open the tops to reveal pale, glistening, almost golden fluid... apparently white wine of some sort. "These girls can't drink, they're all underage."\n\n<hr>\n[[It's fine, let's drink.|CheerForest6x4]]\n\n[[Coach is right.|CheerForest]]

"Coach, Coach, it's fine," you half-whisper, turning to pat her on the shoulder. "It's just some wine, right? Kids in other countries have wine with meals all the time, and plus it might be pretty rude to refuse."\n\nCoach Morrison purses her lips, then erks a bit as Eimar snags her by the wrist and tugs her to her feet. "Come, my lady, try a goblet for yourself first if you doubt its quality for the younger lasses." He tugs her over to one of the white wood barrels and snags a cup up from the nearby pile on the ground, scooping it full and passing it to your tracksuit-clad woman. "Try but a sip, I assure you, we shall encourage you to no more than that if you wish!"\n\nShe eyes him warily for a moment, then does raise the goblet to her lips, sipping softly. The look of surprise is plain on her face when she tastes it, and she blinks several times before taking a longer drink. She lowers the glass and covers her mouth at a small hiccup, then giggles briefly at herself. "Well, it seems more tasty than strong. I guess it wouldn't be too big of a deal, if it's just a little!"\n\n"You heard her, lasses!" Jaxim calls from beside you, some of the other fauns laughing richly. "Treat yourselves to some of our bounty!"\n\nThough they're all good girls, being given official endorsement to drink sends most of the squad rushing towards different barrels at a little under a run, scooping up cups of wine and sipping at it, then giving squeals of delight before drinking more deeply. You yourself start to rise in a hurry only for Jaxim to press on your shoulder. "Worry not, lass, I'll retrieve some for you." He's quick about it, too, filling a cup for you and refilling his own from the red wine barrel at the same time, then trotting back to sit with you. Eimar and Coach Morrison seem to be lingering near the barrels, apparently chatting, both of them laughing often.\n\n"My lass," Jaxim says cheerfully as he passes you the simple metal cup. You hold it with both hands and take a sip, then 'oh!' at the feel of the bubbly, cold liquid flowing over your tongue with a gentle, almost flowery taste.\n\n"It's fizzy!" you say in delight, taking a longer drink. You almost want to drain the whole thing, but force yourself to just take a good long drink from it every so often.\n\n"Aye, lass, made with fine naturally effervescent water and only the finest grapes in the Neverafter," he says agreeably.\n\nOver the next little while there's more and more female laughter ringing out in the clearing to add to the usual male laughter of the fauns. Any apprehension has gradually melted from the cheer squad as they chatter and joke with their hosts, several of them even trying to organize enough to display some of the routines for the fauns, only to dissolve into laughter and leaning on one another. Other girls have taken to dancing around the fire with fauns, being twirled an tossed, their pleated skirts flaring up to reveal snug red bloomers or, in a few cases, actual panties of the girls who hadn't thought they'd actually be performing that morning.\n\n"Oh, wow," you gasp as you finish laughing at Alisson and Shelly's aborted attempt at a two-person 'pyramid' cheer. "Oh wow, they are so..." You find yourself grasping for the next word you wanted, for some reason feeling too pleasantly relaxed to find it immediately. Searching for a word to fill in the gap, you settle on, "... like, silly." Giggling a bit more, you run the hand not holding your cup through your hair, wondering if it feels a bit fuller and longer than it did this morning. Then you huff and tug at the collar of your cheerleading jacket. "But I'm kinda... like, hot, now, maybe I'm too close to the fire. This uniform is too, like, warm for this clearing."\n\n"You could always remove it, lass," Jaxim points out with cheerful aplomb.\n\n<hr>\n[[That is, like, a great idea!|CheerForest6x5]]

You beam brightly, because that is an absolutely <i>fantastic</i> idea and you have no clue why you didn't think of it yourself. You quickly haul off your jacket, wriggling your way out of it, revealing the white satin bra you're wearing underneath it. You toss the jacket away, not noticing as one of the fauns casually picks it up and tosses it into the bonfire. You stand up and look down to fiddle with the skirt, giggling at the way your tits look like they're stuffed into your bra. That's silly! When did your bra shrink?! You drop the skirt, then fuss with the bloomers for a moment, finally managing to yank them down but mostly leave the matching white satin panties below them, the fabric riding low on your hips that may be a little curvier than they were a few hours ago but hey whatever.You wobble in place a bit as you enjoy feeling much better without all those clothes in the way, then stare with a grin as a passing faun picks up a skirt and a pair of bloomers and tosses them onto a growing pile of burning cloth amidst the bonfire. Wow, whoever those belong to is going to be totally mad!\n\nYou look around, taking in the sight of the other girls frolicking with the fauns. Pepper has her arms hooked through the arms of two fauns, dancing about and whooping with laughter as they swing her around, making her skirt flip up and reveal her bare teenage pussy, her shoulder-length wavy strawberry blonde bouncing with the motion. (You kind of think it was short, red, and straight earlier but you're not sure plus who cares.) Coach Morrison is completely naked, laughing as she and Eimar seem to be trying to hand-wrestle, fingers locked together and pushing against one another, but you're also fairly certain that she keeps deliberately slipping so that she goes tumbling over with Eimar on top of her, both of them laughing as the faun tugs playfully on her dishwater blonde locks. Shelly and Alisson are at least still fully clothed from the waist down, but they're also naked from the waist up and making out with each other, fondling one another's large breasts, fauns sitting on either side of them, one stroking Alisson's gold-streaked black locks, the straight hair seeming to gain body and waves with every pet.\n\nJaxim fluffs your own thick blonde hair from where it's hanging just above your pantied butt, then gives your ass a squeeze. You giggle at him and gratefully accept the refilled cup he hands you, gulping down a few mouthfuls, some sweet golden wine running down the sides of your chin and falling onto your heaving, overrestrained tits. You're gonna hafta do something about that, and somehow you think your next idea will fix it for sure! Grabbing Jaxim's free hand with yours, you tug him towards the fire. "C'mon! C'mon, like, dance with me!"\n\n"Of course, lass!" Jaxim answers with a laugh, prancing after you and then beginning to leap and canter about with you, both of you using more enthusiasm and energy than grace and style, but enjoying it immensely because of it. Other fauns are piping again, some of them with mostly-naked blonde girls snuggling against their sides and cooing at them how wonderful the music is. Both of you scamper around the edges of the fire, he kicking his hooves and you your feet, your untied laces flapping about until your shoes are flung off. Your socks, somehow not fitting your calves right anymore, are the next to go, and you lose both of them when you and Jaxim gaily leap over where Eimar is fucking Coach Morrison on the ground, the woman's long curvy legs wrapped around his shaggy thighs and her huge tits pressing against her chest, her mountain of wavy golden hair getting pressed against the grass.\n\nBetween leaps and swings and kicks, you gulp from your cup of wine, and with every gulp your tits strain more against your bra until a combination of their growing size and the swinging of your body snaps it and sends it falling to the ground in tatters. Your boobs now bouncing and jiggling freely, you whoop with ecstatic laughter at the feeling of freedom. You swing your cup up for another gulp, stopping in disappointment and pouting. "I need more drink," you whine to Jaxim.\n\n"Here, lass, have one from here," he replies cheerfully, gesturing to the large cock now jutting up from his fuzzy crotch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Like, ZOMGyay!|CheerForest6x6]]

You coo with delight, giving him a bright smile as you sink to your knees and lean in. One hand begins stroking along his length smoothly, bumping lightly against the fuzzy sheath wrapped around the base of it. Your other hand comes up to fondle his hefty sack, running your fingers over the thick brown fur covering it. Your eyes turned up to watch his face, you swirl your tongue around the tip, flicking it up and down, then slipping your lips over it and starting to slide them further and further down. Something way in the back of your mind is surprised you're not choking or having any trouble sliding it down your throat, but then you decide that whole 'gag reflex' thing must just be a rumor you heard somewhere. You slide down, moving your hands to his shaggy hips as you get your lips pressed to his sheath, then bob your head a few times, blue eyes still watching his grinning face. Then you draw back off of it, immediately returning to flicking your tongue around the head of it.\n\nAround you there's still laughter and giggling, but a lot of it has turned to moans and gasps and squeals as fauns fuck a passel of girls who are getting blonder and bigger-breasted by the moment. Coach Morrison seems to have established the finish line with her I-cups since she was the one who began drinking first... they're currently swaying and bobbling underneath her as she perches on all fours, rocking back and forth between Eimar's cock in her ass and another faun's in her mouth. Shelly's on her back, face-to-face with Allison who's on all fours, both of them kissing each other as fauns stuff their pussies... not that there's much way to tell either girl apart anymore, and probably won't be at all in a few more minutes, other than maybe the color of their eyes. Panpipe music is still whistling and sweeping through the clearing, though now the varied girls cuddling to the piping fauns' sides are blondes with wavy hair down to their asses kneeling in front of them, heads bobbing up and down as they slurp the goatmen's cocks while they play.\n\nAfter several minutes of gulping down Jaxim's cock and tonguing it, he finally gives you that drink he promised, a load of thick, sweet, heady cum that could have easily refilled your cup. You gulp it all down without a problem, swallowing each time he spurts into your mouth, your eyes locked to his the entire time so he can see how much you love it. He lets out a delighted laugh, then pops his cockhead out from between your lips and reaches down, flipping you over onto all fours. He tears off the last vestige of your civilized life, your satin panties reduced to tatters in your hands, before you squeal in delight as he pushes his cock into your pussy and starts pumping into you. One hand runs up and down your back through the thick forest of your hair, while the other reaches down to squeeze at one of your huge tits, leaving the other free to swing and wobble below you.\n\nYou moan, giggle, and coo as your faun fucks you from behind, occasionally letting out a long peal of laughter because you're just having so much <i>fun</i>! Other nymphs around the clearing are doing much the same thing, when their mouths aren't busy sucking and gulping at the cocks shoved in them. The only way to tell one nymph from the other is the eyes, green here or brown there or blue in your case. Thirteen near-identical, newly-minted fae sluts eagerly servicing perhaps double the number of fauns, and loving every moment of it. The deep, rich laughter of the fauns mingles with the giggles and coos of nymphs, the sounds of furry hips slapping luscious bare asses and thick cocks pumping into wet pussies providing accompaniment for the cheery panpipe music.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest6xEnd]]

"I mean... I'm not even sure yet entirely how I feel about this, but it seems weird I haven't even felt a little mad at you," you note, frowning. "You did basically... kill me, and turn me into a vampire, all without asking. Even if I decided I wanted this I should be at least a little pissed at you."\n\n"Instead you love me, huuuuh?" she coos, leaning in and pecking your lips with a bright grin.\n\n"I..." You feel a bit of an odd sensation in your cheeks, like blushing but not, then nod once. "... Yeah."\n\n"It's because you're so new. Brand new vampires feel the bond of their sire pretty intensely, to make it less likely they'll do something stupid like running flailing and naked into a cloudless sunny day. It's supposed to give you a chance to be calm and learn what you can from your sire, I guess, assuming the sire isn't an asshole that ditched you."\n\nYou frown a little. "So you've known vampires that do that?"\n\n"There are other vampires out there, yeah, that got made differently than I did. I've made a few before, as you might have gathered, but only ever people I felt a bond with already and wanted to get to know and have around me. So ditching them would be pretty stupid." She strokes a hand affectionately over your hair. "So yeah, for the first week or so you won't really be able to get mad at me, or defy me, or anything like that. It's not something I do on purpose, it's just built in. After the 'honeymoon' period you'll be free to think of me as you like... I'm hoping you still like me." She smiles more gently, and gives you another peck on the lips. "Or still love me. That'd be nice too."\n\n... Well. You guess you'll see, huh?\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

"... right. It looks like that will take us to Baskerville in about half an hour."\n\n"Got it. Thanks, Amanda." Coach Morrison gives you a grin before putting the bus in gear again, hauling on the wheel to steer the old behemoth into the right lane.\n\nMuch more than half an hour later, the bus is still rattling along the road, which is so rough it seems barely paved, tossing everyone back and forth. Night has set in proper, with pitch black above and anywhere just beyond the treeline, the bus headlights illuminating barely fifteen feet ahead, anything else lost in swirling mist.\n\n"Sorry, Coach," you murmur ashamedly.\n\n"It's not your fault, Amanda, it's mine," she answers, giving you a rather strained smile. You're not sure if it's strained just because of the stress or if she's lying about not blaming you. "Don't worry about it. The road will get us somewhere eventually, or it wouldn't be here. We're not so bad off."\n\nThe moment the words are out of her mouth there's a loud clunk and then a screeching noise from under the hood. Wincing and letting out a growl of "I had to say it", the adult woman frantically tries to get the bus to keep moving, but after a few moments it simply shudders to a halt, everything but a faint sputtering sound ceasing from under the hood.\n\nOne of the girls behind you actually gives a little scream before someone smacks her on the shoulder and hisses at her to calm down.\n\n"We're all gonna die out here!" Shelly squeaks. She's the smallest girl on the team, and has always been a little meek. You wouldn't call her "mousey" because that's mean, but she does have straight brown hair she hasn't done much with and kind of big ears.\n\n"It's just the motor breaking down, get a grip," Allison tells her. In contrast she's the tallest girl, and also the one who's the most muscular. She and Shelly have always seemed to gravitate towards each other, either out of genuine friendship or maybe because of some big sister/little sister instinct.\n\n"Wait." Cassie's hissed word makes the other two, and all the rest of the girls, instantly go silent. The pretty, pale blonde turns her head back and forth, french braid whipping around, before she looks at you with wide green eyes. "Did you hear that?"\n\nYou blink, then tilt your head, listening intently. Sounds like...\n\n<hr>\n[[... howling.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[... thunder?|CheerForest2x1]]\n\n[[... shouting.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[... nothing.|CheerForest4x1]]

You tap the 'Stat Alterations' window, briefly noticing that once you touch the menu Tifa freezes in place as she was, not even breathing. Apparently using the debug menu gives you all the time in the world to browse, that's useful.\n\n<hr>\n[[Alter Tifa's INT.|FF7X2x3]]\n\n[[Alter Tifa's STR.|FF7X8x1]]\n\n[[Alter Tifa's CHA.|FF7X9x1]]\n\n[[Alter your CHA.|FF7X10x1]]

You tap the selection to alter Tifa's Intelligence score. The window pops up and shows that on a scale of 1-99, Tifa currently rates a 65... smarter than average but not a genius. And it looks like the debug program has some preset options for changing that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Set to 40 ("Confused").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 20 ("Bimbo").|FF7X]]\n\n[[Set to 0 ("Blank").|FF7X]]

Hey, if you're going to be stuck in a program for awhile, why stick to the script? May as well just have the most powergamey fun possible! You tap your hand against the screen for the debug version of the main character.\n\nJust as suddenly as you found yourself standing in the character generation room, you find yourself standing in a cozy-seeming bar. Everything's clean and polished, and there's not much smokey scent. (Wow, what a program, it has smells.) You quickly look down at yourself and heave a sigh of relief when you don't see breasts. Instead you find a fully male-seeming body, lean but toned and clad in what you guess is a SOLDIER uniform without all the extra "kibble" like shoulderplates and such. Floating in front of you and a bit to one side is a small blue screen, about the size of a credit card. When you look right at it, it grows closer to the size of a poster and shows options in white text.\n\nYou glance around the room again and notice that Tifa Lockhart is nearby, slightly bent over as she wipes down a tabletop. Whoa, was she there before? Anyway, she looks pretty darn good in the "flesh" so to speak... apparently whoever programmed this liked her old outfit better, since she's in the midriff-baring white tanktop, black miniskirt, and suspenders that made her one of gaming's first real sex symbols. She polishes the bar, large breasts swaying lightly underneath the thin white top.\n\n"Oh, hey Eric," she says, giving you a grin. You stare in confusion, then realize the program must have some way of adapting your name to the character's, or something. "Can I get you anything...?"\n\nNow there's quite a question. You glance at the menu and notice it has lots of interesting-sounding options that you can apparently apply to her...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stat Alterations.|FF7X2x2]]\n\n[[Personality Alterations.|FF7X4x1]]\n\n[[Equip Accessories.|FF7X5x1]]\n\n[[Superfollower.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Mannequin Mode.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Apply Status Effects.|FF7X33x1]]

The first thing Maya does with you is use you to rape your parents.\n\nOf course your parents are both sex-demons now too, so they both enjoy it immensely, and congratulate Maya on her new cocks even after she's explained that they're you. The pleasure of your parents' holes wrapped around your shafts and their tentacles and tongues eagerly working your balls and knots without the slightest sign they want you turned back is a pretty emphatic breaking of your resistance.\n\nReally, after that, it only takes a few days of Maya's eager rapaciousness of everyone she comes across to get you to resign yourself to your new existence and make your peace with it. Maybe your sex-demon outlook that was setting in before you fought it off is still there a bit, because really all it takes is those few days of regularly being stuffed in tight holes, sucked, licked, stroked by tongues and tentacles, to decide that maybe being a demoness's trio of big knotted horsedicks and her fat sextet of balls isn't so bad. \n\nIn fact, it turns out that there are a lot of benefits. Since your consciousness is still totally intact inside the trio of cocks and the sack you now consist of, and linked with Maya's, the two of you can accomplish quite a lot. You do fantastically in school (turns out sex-demons do still go to school) since you can back each other up on what you study and remember. As Maya starts learning magic, the two of you discover that while you can't exactly do the motions or chants required to cast spells (being a triple-meat-six-veg and all), you can still ready all the mental aspects of casting a spell, meaning that Maya can effectively chain-cast spells right after the other with little effort.\n\nThis leads to her graduating with honors, and being scouted for a raiding firm. The two of you... well, inasmuch as you count as two individuals anymore, which you steadily feel like you don't... are sent off to other dimensions to capture or sometimes just molest humans. Capturing for slaves, and violated for the viewing pleasure of those watching via remote viewing back home. Maya's actually quite popular on the rape-streams... not only are you aesthetically pleasing as a set of cocks, but the unique look of your red flesh blended to her white and the fact that she's just so good makes her quite the star. Leading to the greatest assignment of your career. Maya looks over the sheet of paper, then grins and holds it down in front of her crotch to let you read too. "Whattaya think, partner? Ready to take this on?"\n\n'Oh yeah,' you grunt. Your thoughts and mental voice have become a bit more coarse and brutish over the years... but then, you are a cock. Your whole existence really is about wanting to get crammed in tight, hot holes on the regular. You may be the smartest, most helpful trio of pricks in the realms, but you are still a penis at the end of the day. 'Let's do it.'\n\nThe raid on the church is really just a formality, the nuns bucking and ahegaoing on your shafts a nice appetizer. The real main course is when the angel shows up to stop you, her luscious body wrapped in luminescent, translucent white robes, hair glowing with holy light, beautiful face showing a stern and yet still gorgeous frown. The flaming sword in one hand and book of divine spells in the other says she means business. \n\nToo bad!\n\nIf you're honest, your favorite part of the fight is about halfway through... because that's when the angel realizes she's losing. Not only is she having trouble keeping up with Maya's chain-casting, but she seems completely unable to exploit any openings or vulnerabilities she sees... because, of course, Maya has you to watch all of those and warn her when the angel tries to go for them. Though she's fighting on, the look in her wide, perfect eyes and the slight shock on her face says she knows she's going to lose, and that she knows what's going to happen to her once she does. And that makes you get harder than you've ever been, waving around and spurting pre as Maya gleefully casts the next in a near-constant stream of debuffs.\n\nAfter that, the rest of it is just a technicality playing out. Eventually the angel falls to her hands and knees, panting, white-feathered wings drooping. She gasps as Maya moves behind her and tears off the robes from her lower half, baring her divinely perfect ass and sculpted pussy... the latter of white Maya crams all three of your heads against. The angel's back arches, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling out as she yowls to the Heavens at having all three of your shafts stuffed inside her at once, her angelic cunt spreading obscenely wide, her resistance near-instantly destroyed with that single thrust. Maya moans happily as she grips the angel's slender waist and begins beastfucking her, your overloaded sack swinging forward to slap against her thighs. "Isn't this the best, partner?" she groans.\n\n'Nnnh, angel hole goooood,' you grunt back, feeling your holy victim's walls twitching and squeezing all around you, already orgasming from her violation. 'Make angel into cum balloon. Knock her up good.'\n\n"Ahhh, partner, you're the best, we really should be together forever," Maya groans, even as she shoves forward and starts having you cum inside the angel, the bulge of your gushes stretching out her pretty gleaming skin before her belly begins to rapidly inflate, within seconds lifting her off the floor and leaving her straddling it with all her limbs. It's only the start, of course, Maya's had you saving up for two whole days, which means your six balls will be ready to produce enough cum for a good two, two and a half Olympic-sized swimming pools. \n\n'Forever,' you agree simply, before letting your mind fade into the pleasurable blankness of impregnating an angel with a few thousand demonspawn. \n\n<b>Lewd World</b> end - <i>Eternal union</i>

Rakshasa does sound pretty good, you think as you flip to that page. It looks like they get a bonus to charisma among other things, so they'd make a great sorcerer/"Diplomancer" you muse as you begin to read the section. Oddly enough, it makes you start feeling very sleepy... it's not really boring, but somehow you just can't keep your eyes open. Yawning, you half-stagger towards a nearby chair and sink into it, letting the book rest in your lap as you doze off.\n\nWhen you come to it's because of some annoying loud birdsong from ahead, making you groan a little and wave a hand in hopes of scaring them off. ... Wait. Birdsong? You open your eyes and blink them into focus, staring around you. You're sitting in a dilapidated one-room cabin, the walls looking a little rotted and with some holes in them, the roof the same, with some birds chirruping away in the rafters. You're sitting in a rather rickety-looking chair amidst the ruins of the furniture. You stand, feeling a bit odd, and glance down at yourself... your skin is pale, flat white, with dark black stripes curling around your sides as if to point at your belly. Your breasts are a full D-cup at least, covered by a gold-trimmed black band with tiny metal golden chains dangling from the bottom of it. Your lower half is covered by a matching long black loincloth that has straps that go across your hips and high over them to keep it in place, and your legs are sheathed in tall, supple black stockings that leave your heels and toes bare, your toenails (and fingernails for that matter) long, pointed, and black. Out of the corner of your eye you notice something moving and turn your head more... a black and white striped feline tail is flitting behind you.\n\nLooking around, you quickly spot a dirty, cracked mirror and move over to take a look at yourself a bit more thoroughly. Your hair is long and black with some white streaks in it, bound just below your rear with a gold band. Arcing up from your forehead are two slender white horns. A pair of strikes arcs across each cheek to point towards your brilliantly blue slit-pupiled eyes. A gold choker around your neck sits comfortably enough that you still barely notice it once you realize it exists. Your ears come to points, though combined with some subtle set of your nose and eyes the effect is more feline than elfin. \n\n"... Huh," you muse, lifting your hand and flexing it a few times as you look at it. "That's... not usual."\n\nStill, all the signs seem to point to... well, to you being a Rakshasa Tiefling. To confirm it, you hook a finger (carefully, your nails are sharp now) into your cheek and pull it out some, noting how some of your teeth are definitely much sharper than normal. You're not entirely sure why checking your teeth convinces you, but it does. You take another look around for clues, but see nothing... other than a long wooden staff with a carved roaring tiger head at one end, a spherical red gem in its mouth, that you figure has to be yours. Picking it up, you glance at the cabin, then shrug and walk out the (missing) front door. Whatever's happened to you, you obviously can't stay here... this place isn't livable.\n\nYou step out into a rather idyllic forest, with green trees and grass and even more damn birds chirping. It's already making you itch for a comfy couch and an internet connection, though something makes you think you're SOL on the latter. Still if you have to stay alone in all this nature you're pretty sure you'd go mad, fantasy world or not. You notice that the air here smells... different. Richer. There's just more to it. You sniff deliberately, and numerous different scents assail your brain, which helpfully sorts through and identifies them. Bare, hard-packed earth... a road, you think? And a bit further off in that direction, the scent of lacquered wood, hot horses, and humans. Someone traveling along the road then... probably to civilization. Civilization would be good. But you also scent other things from a bit deeper in the forest... woodsmoke, treated canvas, hot metal, things that indicate a campsight. But you also smell treated leather, oiled steel, and something odd and tingly you think is magic. Hm... an adventuring party. And there's incentive enough there to go check it out, because you can also faintly scent what your brain helpfully supplies is gold.\n\nYou check... you don't seem to have a money pouch or anything, so that'd pretty much rule out you having any gold yourself. Which means if you did get a lift to town, you'd be on your own for figuring out how to get some badly-needed luxuries. The adventurers, on the other hand, offer several obvious paths to getting flush with cash, and thus a good time. Because if you're stuck in a fantasy world, one thing you don't want to be is poor.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the road.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Approach the camp.|GGTief1x2]]

Ah, Kabrunisari, or the "blue-skinned space babes" as they're often called. You click on the small graphic and are treated to a model of one of them, heavily textured blue skin, horns curling back over the top of where her long purple hair grows, glowing green eyes, and somewhat birdlike digigrade legs. The default gear for the character model is a tube top and loincloth, the loincloth split in back to allow the model's long tail through. Kabrunisari are an "all female" race, thus the reference as being space-babes. They're also psychic or something, but mostly they're a way for the audience to get its xeno-girl fix.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Summoner|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Psionicist|GGWOWplaceholder]]

Maybe you'll just be completely and totally off the chain, you think as you cough into the acrid air. But the thought actually bolsters you, and instead of trying to hold your breath or letting yourself cough, you take a nice, deep breath, holding it in, forcing yourself to let it out slowly and then take in another deep breath, even as your consciousness fades. Didn't Alexa praise you for "spitting in the face of a god"? Be really great if you could do more than spit in his face, you think with satisfaction even as you sink down into darkness, your breathing still slow and even.\n\nYou slowly open your eyes, looking up at the canopy of a four-poster bed, in an elegantly-appointed room. You don't move at first, sliding your eyes to one side, then the other. You have a very good sense of the whole room, even just with that... it's strange, it's like you can feel it as much as see it. And even when you see it, it's like... it looks like normal, and at the same time it's all made up of uncountable little dots. Little colored spheres like some weirdly-rendered video game. You flick one of the ears atop your head... hm, okay, that's new. Slowly you sit up, feeling your hair brush against your back some as you do, drawing a handful of it over your shoulder to look... white. And longer than it was, obviously. You're just reaching up to the top of your head when the door opens and Dr. Life walks in.\n\n"Sam, good morning." She's as even and smiling as usual, and yet below it there's an almost... feel? more like taste... of faint nervousness. You're not sure where you're getting it, since she sounds completely normal as she says, "You were unconscious for quite awhile, we were starting to get a little worried."\n\nUnashamed of your nudity somehow, even more than in the lab before, you lean back on your hands. "Obviously there have been some side effects you didn't mention beforehand," you say calmly.\n\n"Yes, I apologize," Marie says after only the briefest hesitation. "Loss of pigmentation and albinism are common side effects of these genes being awakened, especially when using the Activator. More rarely there are odd physical changes, usually animal traits... like cat ears," she adds, eyes darting briefly upward.\n\n"I see." You shrug a little, looking down and wiggling your toes. Hardly anything to be bothered by, considering.\n\n"Still, though, we're very excited by the preliminary tests. Your genes, when they activated... they set off a cascade like I've never observed before!" That nervous taste to the woman's presence is being overwhelmed by excitement, by passion, you can almost hear her heart beating faster in sheer scientific fervor, surging through her veins and arteries, making you almost feel her luscious legs and slender arms as if you were stroking them, those fat tits and the thick cock she has hidden below her loincloth, which you can almost see growing a bit thicker and faintly hard with her excitement despite it being completely concealed. "The energy patterns in your cells, the activity patterns in your brain, the alterations to your internal organs and body structure... I could probably study it for years and not come close to understanding your full potential!"\n\nYou grin, just a little. You don't think she realizes just how much she's put you in the driver's seat. "I see," you repeat.\n\n"It's just incredible. Ah... I should probably go let Alexa know you're awake," she adds, and you taste the lie. Alexa knows you're awake already, and now the good doctor wants to confer with her about your reactions to her news. "We moved some of her daughters' old clothes into the dresser there, pick out what you like. I'll be back in a few minutes," she adds, striding back out of the room. You're fairly certain you're not supposed to be able to hear the locks clicking closed, nor how heavy the door actually is.\n\nShrugging, you hop to your feet and pad over to the dresser. You suppose you should be more excited, about being able to walk again if nothing else, but you just feel very... composed. Like there was something natural about being told you were the most powerful thing on the face of the planet. You briefly pause after opening the drawer, holding a hand out and spreading your fingers, the slightest push of will sending little lightning bug-like flickers of aquamarine energy flitting between them.\n\n"Spit in the face of a god, huh?" you murmur, lips curling up again before you turn your attention to the clothing.\n\nIt's a pretty eclectic set, obviously coming from the discard piles of at least two girls with fairly divergent tastes, some of which you recognize from trends back at Deviville High. You select a somewhat oversized black long-sleeved shirt with some sort of cute mascot drawn in outline on it, a pair of black and white striped panties, and some black thigh-highs. You don't bother with pants because, well, you're the most powerful thing in the world, if you don't feel like wearing pants no one can make you. You take a moment to look in the mirror atop the dresser, admiring your new red eyes and rather pretty snow-white cat ears, then idly decide to pull your newly long hair up into a tail at either side of your head, just below those new kitty ears. Yes, that's cute. You're a catgirl now, may as well be adorable as well as powerful.\n\nYou hop back up to sit on the side of the bed, kicking your stockinged feet as you think. You don't have a real sense of Alexa or Marie at the moment... you have a feeling you could probably feel them out and find them, but you don't think it's necessary. You have a pretty good idea what they must be talking about. In general, you. More specifically, what to do with you, or more likely how to control you. The good doctor slipped up when she let loose all that information about how powerful you are, and all the potential in your genome. For someone whose entire motivation is unlocking the potential of DNA, and for someone like Alexa who covets greater power for herself... there's no way they'd just say 'Oh, alright then, have fun and good luck!' if you said you wanted to go out on your own. They'll do everything they can to convince you to stay on, playing the adoring parental figures and likely getting turned on by thinking they're in control of your power. If you pushed it, you've little doubt they'd try to force you to stay somehow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay but insist on equality.|FemPalV11x1]]\n\n[[Stay and let them think they have the upper hand.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Leave.|FemPalV3x2]]

"I really don't think this is going to work," you announce to the empty room, though it pleases you to imagine the sudden jerks of both Alexa and Marie as they turn to look at the monitors. "So let's just skip to the end, shall we?" you continue as you hop to your feet and saunter towards the door. You kind of wish you had a tail to go with your ears to swish it dramatically as you walked. Hmmm... eh, maybe later.\n\nYou reach a hand out, mostly just to give yourself something to do as you slip into the electrical systems and have them open up the locks for you. A magnetic seal almost instantly clamps into place, practically fusing the door into the hidden high-density metal of the walls. That's fine, you just steal the magnetic force out of the metal and then use it to repel the door away from you, the heavy thing flying directly forward and embedding itself into the opposite wall. You pad out into the corridor in your stocking feet, glancing about. Hm, that veneer of a "normal" bedroom doesn't go far, it's more like the inside of some spaceship in here. You take a moment to consider the flow of electricity through the building before turning to the right and setting off towards the exit to the surface.\n\nYou've barely made it down the full length of the hall before a sextet of guards, mingled male and female, come pounding around the corner, all of them wearing green and purple body armor and face-covering helmets. (How silly.) They fall into a line and snap their rifles up to point at you.\n\n"Samantha Redtail!" one of them barks, his voice coming out strong, confident, and electronically filtered, though you hear right past it to the quaiver in his voice. "Stop where you are! We don't want to hurt you, but we will if you make us! Come along quietly to speak to Ms. Leone and there won't be any trouble!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Mock them.|FemPalV3x3]]\n\n[[Make an example of them.|FemPalV4x1]]\n\n[[Play along.|FemPalV7x1]]

"Ohhhh, Alexa decided to send her guard dogs out to bother the cat, huh?" you drawl in a half-bored, half-amused tone. "That's cute. But..." You tilt your hand, pulling more energy out of the walls, the air, yourself, letting it manifest in a curling flicker of energy that makes the guards flinch at the sight of it.\n\n<img src="images/0DDIWvy.png">\n\n"It's not quite accurate enough, is it?" you continue, giving your fingers the barest flick to send the curl of blue-green energy at them. They flinch, and four of them reflexively start to pull the triggers of their weapons, but the guns are already falling to pieces in their hands, welds coming undone, pieces unbolting from each other, bullets raining to the floor unfired as a few molecular bonds of the metal just come apart. All of them make various yelps and cries of alarm as the line of energy flies right through them, their armor and clothing similarly going to pieces, clattering to the floor in bits of metal, plops of latex goo, and piles of individual threads. Six very shocked men and women, all of them toned and fit, are left standing naked in front of you, none of them looking like they quite know what to do. Not that they have much time to do anything.\n\nLess impeded by there being any barriers between you and them, you look past their surfaces, down deeper, into their DNA, then nudge it more towards what you want. "Sit, dogs," you add evenly, even as all six cry out and clutch at their heads as their muscles begin to twitch and bones to twist.\n\nSeveral fall to all fours as their legs are the first to change, dropping them into the position even as their feet alter, toes curling and pressing together, fingers clawing against the floor as they grow shorter, nails sliding to the center and curling into claws. Others are rubbing their hands over their faces in horror as they push outward, taking the shape of muzzles, ears extending and pointing out as they slide up further on their heads. One of the women just stares down at herself in shock past her new brown and black muzzle as a second, then a third pair of tits pushes outward below the first, briefly as full and round as the original before all six of them start shrinking, flattening out as they slide down her body and onto her belly, just before she too is dumped onto all fours by her legs changing, hips drawing up into haunches at the back of her body. \n\nAsses shake and jerk in the air as they become leaner, more angular, as tails sprout from above them, as the balls or pussies beneath them grow a thick coating of fur. The males' cocks change in different ways, some altering shape first into pointed-tipped, bulge-based things until the furry sheath forms around the base of them and the skin begins to change, others actually sliding back into those sheaths still looking human only to emerge as glistening red spears dripping with pre.\n\nIn a matter of moments, where there were once six armed shock troopers are three unsheathed male dogs and three bitches... all varieties of canines typically used as guard dogs. With a tiny bit of a smirk, you nudge a particular biological drive into action, the transformed female guards yelping as their canine pussies swell and moisten, soon dripping and radiating copious heat. You can feel the struggle of the formerly human males, but their own biological drive is too great, and soon they're mounting up, wrapping their forelegs around a bitch and plunging their glistening red rockets into those needy, fertile canine pussies, barking and howling in sheer animal glee. You take a moment to insulate each guard's human mind and lock it down inside the dog brains... they'll still experience everything, but have absolutely no control over their bodies, which will act like normal dogs for the rest of their lives. 'Have fun,' you whisper mentally to each of them before setting off down the hall again.\n\nYou're approaching the elevator to the surface, one of your cat ears flicking as you once again override the signals to alternately lock the elevator, magnetically seal it to the floor, and cut power to it, when one of the doorways opens. Dr. Life hurries into the corridor, raising her hands. "Wait! Wait, Samantha, please!"\n\n"Oh, come on. I thought you two were smart enough to take the hint after what you saw on the cameras," you reply with a sigh. "At least I would have thought you'd send some more mooks or minions or whatever to try, not be foolish enough to come yourself."\n\n"I know... I know it's foolish," she answers, and for the first time there's no greasy taste of a lie there. In fact there's a sort of soft, fruity air to it... sincerity. "Alexa didn't even want to let me go, she's too busy trying to stop you. She still thinks if she can lock you down she can bring you under control somehow."\n\nYou raise a thin white eyebrow in surprise. "But you don't." \n\n"No. What you did... you did it without injections, or serums, gasses, any outside input whatsoever. You..." She takes a deep breath, tongue flitting her lips. "You <i>thought</i> their DNA into changing, didn't you?"\n\nGiving a negligent shrug, you flick a cat ear again. "Pretty much."\n\n"I... I don't want to stop you, I want to... I want to work with you. For you," she whispers, mismatched eyes widening. There's the faint hint of a lie again, but you can tell that it's because she can't bring herself to say the words she actually means: 'I want to worship you.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her with you.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Show her how you did it.|FemPalV3x4]]

"You want to know how I did it, right?" you ask. "You want to see how I made their DNA change just by thinking it."\n\n"Yes." And now there's a passionate, heated rush in her voice. "Yes, more than anything!"\n\n"Even if I showed you by doing it to you?" you add mildly.\n\nYou can see a momentary flash of terror in her eyes, which shift side-to-side a bit, a shudder of base, abject fear running through her entire body. And then it's overwhelmed by passion, zeal, lust, her blood thrumming through her veins, her cock hardening beneath the loincloth and nipples drilling against her top. "Yes. Yes, change me, as long as I can understand."\n\nYou can't help but give a tiny kitty smirk again as you flick your fingers, cutting the audiovisual feeds and magnetically sealing all the doors between here and Alexa's current location, briefly delighted in the aggravated flurry of her bioelectric signal rushing around the room. "Alright. Strip off your clothes, as a sign that you're ready to give up your humanity. Then come kneel before me so you can receive the blessing you've prayed for."\n\nYou can tell that the outright stating of her own suppressed thoughts shames and humiliates her... and excites her. She's trembling just a bit as she undoes her cape and lets it drift to the floor, pooling behind her heels. She runs a fingertip down the front of her top, the material splitting open along an invisible seam and spilling those massive tits free the moment it's fully undone, the heavy orbs dropping and swaying heavily as she peels the garment off of her arms and drops it to the floor as well. More seams, and the loincloth falls to the floor in two pieces, leaving her equally oversized cock jutting up hard in the air, clear pre beading at the tip. Her tits practically engulf that cock as she bends down to undo the seams of her boots, breasts swaying as she straightens up and steps out of them. Stepping forward, she settles to her knees in front of you, gazing up at you. "I'm ready," she whispers, trembling with both fear and excitement, that bead of pre running down the underside of her cock.\n\nReaching out, you lay your hand on her forehead, Marie gasping and closing her eyes as you connect your bioelectrics to hers. "Look inside yourself. Don't use your eyes, just look. You can see it, can't you? Your own cells, your own body structure, your DNA?"\n\n"Yes," she moans almost orgasmically. "Oh... oh yes, I can see it, I can <i>feel</i> it!"\n\n"Now follow it back. Imagine yourself moving along a glowing line, following the path of those genes back to your parents. And their parents, you can follow the lines, you can feel their DNA too, can't you, everything that was passed to you and everything that wasn't, right?" You watch as she begins to gasp and tremble as if she were in the midst of getting fucked, her cock twitching, her lips parted. "Keep following it back. Go along whatever path you want, just follow those bright, glowing lines back further and further, faster and faster. The generations are speeding by, they're a blur, but you can see them all. You're going back further and further, watching the DNA change, watching people get shorter, more hairy, fingers and arms longer."\n\n"C-cromagnon," she moans out orgasmically. "Neanderthal... I can see... I can see their DNA connected to mine...!"\n\n"Keep going. Further and further back. Less and less human over time, more monkey, more proto-monkey, proto-mammalian, non-mammalian, invertebrate, keep going, you're going so fast now, you're almost there, almost to the single cell."\n\n"I can <i>see</i>!" Marie gasps in some mixture of holy rapture and pure wanton sexual desire. "I can see it, the origin of all life! The very first living thing, it's so simple but so much potential, so <i><b>beautiful</b></i>!"\n\n"Now look out from it. Raise your view. That's right, look out from it."\n\n"The lines... the glowing lines... they're everywhere," she whispers, barely audible.\n\n"Here's where it all started, so it goes everywhere. They're not inside you, but they're connected by that line that goes all the way back without breaking. So all I have to do is look inside you, look at that connection, and nudge you over to a different line, a different branch, whether it happened five generations ago or shortly after that first cell split. And that's all it takes to turn you into something-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-perfected."|FemPalV3x5]]\n\n[["-ridiculous."|FemPalV]]

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You decide to wander around Deviville for a little while. You understand they've really overhauled a lot of the streets and shopfronts in the last few months... maybe it's time to actually take a look. Of course there's also plenty of the rest of town to see... you live here, after all, maybe it's time you actually got to know a little more of what's around than the stuff that's between your house and school or your house and the mall.\n\n<b>[[Shopping District|GGShopStart]]</b> - Lots of little storefronts and specialty shops. Most of them are likely the sort of good, upstanding kinds of places that towns like to show off to tourists who drive in for activities with names like "antiquing". Doesn't mean there's no fun to be had there, one way or another, though.\n\n<b>[[Downtown|GGDownStart]]</b> - A little more of the real side of Deviville. Old music shops with sun-faded posters of mostly-naked women covering the windows, tattoo shops and bars that you're not supposed to be allowed in yet, secondhand shops and old arcades, all sorts of potentially fun places.\n\n<b>[[The Park|GGParkStart]]</b> - Probably a little more fresh air and sunshine than you'd normally be able to stand. Still it might be nice to find a quiet place to relax, and you've hung out there with friends before, it's not like it's all bad.\n\n<b>[[The Bad Part of Town|GGBadStart]]</b> - Or across the tracks or whatever you wanna call it. Basically the sort of place you're not supposed to go. But hey, you're young, you're invincible, and besides they probably have slightly relaxed restrictions on letting you into a bar, if you decided to check one out.

"Look, like you said, we've got plenty," you say placidly, largely ignoring the arrow pointed at you. To be honest you're not sure she'd hit you even from this range, at this point. "Instead of sticking us up, why don't you just do something for us and we'll pay you?"\n\nThat causes the bandit girls to give each other another glance. "... I don't get it, what?" the dark-skinned one asks.\n\n"As in, no fighting, instead you do something we want you to do, and we give you money in return. Like a job?"\n\nBoth of them blanche as if you'd just said a profanity, but then they trade another glance. Apparently the idea of getting money without the potential for death and dismemberment has overcome their aversion to working for a living. (Well, they probably wouldn't be bandits if they wanted to work hard.) "What sort of job?" the blonde asks suspiciously.\n\n<hr>\n[[Some menial labor.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Entertainment.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Taking cock.|GGCentaur]]

"Wait, don't do it!" you yelp, panic surging through your body at the feel of his heavy, obviously still cum-filled balls pressing against your pussy.\n\n"Why shouldn't I?" he replies with a snort. "Seems to me you've had this coming for awhile, Ranma!"\n\n"Because... I'm a guy?" you offer lamely, wincing a little as he just laughs at you.\n\n"A guy with a nice, wet pussy! Which is eager to be fucked and knocked up, no matter what your brain says!" He wiggles backwards, hands sliding along your thighs as he lines up the tip of his cock, rubbing it between the soaking, puffy lips of your cunt.\n\nThe idea of getting pregnant makes you panic further, and you start desperately thinking of anything you can bargain with. "Don't, please! I'll... I'll...!"\n\n"You'll what?" he asks, huge lanternlike eyes narrowing, though at least he hasn't shoved in yet.\n\n"I'll...!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... model all the lingerie you want!"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... help you get other girls!"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... become your devoted student!"|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["... make you regret it!"|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Well, if they didn't want their lunch to be eaten, they shouldn't have left it alone in the middle of nowhere! Moral conundrum satisfied, you tear into the chicken, almost moaning at how good it tastes. Kasumi's food is great, but good campfire cooking is still tough to beat!\n\nYou quickly tear through two of the chicken skewers and are reaching for the third when a wave of dizziness hits you. You pause, then sit up and lean away from the campfire just in case. 'What the heck?' You wobble in place, your vision swimming, before you topple backwards, arms flopping limply at your sides as everything goes dark.\n\nYou awaken feeling two things... the ground underneath you, and a powerful, wet suction on one of your breasts. You can't help but moan a little as you struggle to raise your head enough to look at your chest. What you see fills you with anger and revulsion... that twisted little old creep Happosai is here and has your shirt open! And apparently not satisfied with just groping you, he's fastened his mouth around the tip of one of your large boobs and is suckling at it as he kneads the large orb with both hands. You immediately try to punch him towards the horizon... and are shocked as your arm barely twitches.\n\nApparently noticing your slight movements, Happosai lifts his head, leaving your nipple and a goodly portion of the pale flesh surrounding it glistening wetly. "Well well! Look who's awake! Looks like you tried to help yourself to my lunch, eh?" Smirking from where he stands on your belly, Happosai produces one of the chicken skewers and tears a chunk off, noisily chewing and smacking his lips before swallowing. "Too bad for you, Ranma, I was out here working on my poison immunities! Can't be too careful when your students are so eager to tie you up and toss you in a cave somewhere."\n\n"Poison?!" you yelp.\n\n"Oh, no worries, just a common sleeping agent and paralytic. But judging from how much you ate, I doubt you'll be able to lift a finger for a good six hours yet." Happosai tosses the wooden stick from the skewer into the fire, then leers as he starts kneading at your large tits with both his tiny, gnarled hands. Despite their small size, he seems to be able to cover a lot of ground with them. Since you're unable to do anything but lay there and let him, for once you have to allow him to get away with his attentions... and find yourself biting your lip and suppressing a moan.\n\n"S-sto-" you try to say, but cut yourself off as your voice starts to give away your arousal... especially when he starts sucking hard on one of your breasts again. Your breathing quickens as he toys with your stiff nipples and works the yielding flesh around, and suckles enough to pull half your tit into his small mouth. Then he releases you again and, smirking, undoes his pants. You can't help but yelp in surprise as a massive, thick length of cock flops out and lands between your tits... you've got big ones, you know, but next to that thing they don't look so big! "What the hell?! It's almost longer than you are!"\n\n"Hoho, noticed, did you?" Happosai chortles, as if you could miss it. "This is an advanced ki technique... one I might have taught you, if you weren't so disobedient!" He presses your boobs together around his immense shaft, and indeed you can feel a strange, and undeniably pleasurable, tingle from it suffusing your sensitive breasts. "I've been training it for the day I'd start teaching all you willful girls a lesson! And it looks like today is that day!"\n\nYou start to yell out an insult, but then he starts thrusting, and you're again forced to bite back a moan. His huge, ki-infused prick pokes out from between your tits, sending wobbles and impact tremors through them. He continues squeezing them and sucking at them, pretty much hugging them up against his body as he fucks between them, lavishly molesting your chest with his entire body. Your face flushes and your head falls weakly back to the ground, wanting to deny how good it feels to be titfucked by the shrunken old pervert, but unable to deny the pleasure radiating out from your tits, or the heat and wetness you feel between your legs.\n\nHapposai seems inclined to take his time, too. Every so often, he'll stop thrusting and let your tits part a little, so he can slap his meaty pole against them. Even the slaps feel good, the sexualized ki infusing his cock passing into your nerves and making you gasp. Then he'll hug them together and start thrusting again, his engorged balls rubbing along your chest almost ticklishly. When he bites down on one of your nipples, it's all you can do not to scream as you have your first orgasm as a girl... a shameful, unwilling boobgasm.\n\nShortly after, Happosai grunts and starts cumming, though he never ceases his frantic thrusts. Gushes of thick white cum splatter all over your face, smear on your chest, rub into the skin of your tits. It tingles just like his cock wherever it hits your skin, and even smells stronger and better than you would have thought... almost intoxicating, the scent filling up your nose and making you lightheaded. You almost don't notice as Happosai pulls away from your tits and moves down, shucking your pants down your legs and tossing them in the fire as well.\n\nYou focus, however, and manage to lift your head again, staring down past your cum-smeared tits, as you feel something pressing against your pussy. Your eyes widen as Happosai smacks his, if anything, even bigger and harder cock against the front of your smooth crotch, the tiny old man leering at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Beg him not to fuck you.|FRanX2x4]]\n\n[[Beg him to fuck you.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Your mouth is watering too much for you to seriously consider many other options. You follow your nose towards the smell of woodsmoke and roasting chicken, almost skipping a bit in your eagerness.\n\nYou push through some bushes and emerge into a campsite set into a little copse amid the trees, a small stream trickling along one edge. From the setup it's exactly the sort of camp a martial artist doing extended training would set up, though the tent looks a bit on the small side. Your attention, obviously, is drawn to the fire, where someone has set up what are effectively chicken skewers around the edges, baked dark golden, fat dribbling down, smelling of some herbs and spices you can't quite identify but <i>really</i> like the scent of.\n\nPractically before you know it, you're at the campfire and grabbing one of the skewers, plopping down to sit as you bring it to your mouth. Then you pause before your teeth quite touch the chicken's flesh. On the one hand, this campfire and the food clearly belongs to someone else... and eating food that belonged to someone else has gotten you into trouble, um... more than a few times. Maybe it's time you started learning from those experiences.\n\nOn the other hand, food is free if there's no one around to stop you from eating it!\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for the owner to get back.|FRanX3x1]]\n\n[[Eet thuh chikkun.|FRanX2x3]]

Honestly, right now dealing with more girls is the <i>last</i> thing you need. Much better to take a longer, lonelier walk home.\n\nYou give your flight another few seconds, then twist around, back to the ground and face to the sky. Thrusting both arms and legs skyward as hard as you can, you create a nice burst of air pressure that sends you rocketing downward at an angle. Bracing yourself, you twist into a ball as you go crashing through numerous tree branches (and maybe one or two trunks) and then slam into the ground.\n\nCoughing and sitting up, you give your head a shake. Man, life used to be so simple when you and your father were rambling martial arts hobos. Clambering to your feet and out of the small crater you created, you dust yourself off and take a look around.\n\nYou're well outside of town, and at a brisk walk you'd probably be back quite late at night. No lunch. No dinner. Damn. Just to know what's what, you take a closer look around with a more appraising gaze sharpened by martial arts training and a lot of time spent in the woods.\n\nIt's rather easy to spot a few distinctive tracks that say your old friend and rival Ryoga is in the area. You've tracked him down often enough that the hints of him walking along with his massive backpack are easy enough to spot. If you catch him in a good enough mood, he might even feed you in return for you leading him to Nerima tomorrow. (That is if he hasn't somehow already managed to walk to Fiji in the hour or so since it looks like he passed.)\n\nYou take a long inhale of air, and catch a whiff of something really delicious smelling. Chicken and herbs? Out here? Smells like someone's got some really savory campfire cooking going. Your stomach growls... being kicked a good handful of miles is hungry work.\n\n<hr>\n[[Walk back to Nerima.|FRanX10x1]]\n\n[[Track down Ryoga.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Find the cooking food.|FRanX2x2]]

Getting out of the car, you don't bother to lock it or take the keys. Instead you spend a few moments reaching out to every other person in the place, influencing their minds and convincing them that they don't want to get involved in anything they hear from nearby rooms, no matter what it is... not exactly a difficult proposition with most of the residents of this place. Then you storm over to the man's room, bracing yourself for just a moment before slamming the sole of your sneaker against the door.\n\nIt practically flies off the hinges, and the gangly man with his short, scruffy black hair leaps from the bed, trying to bring around a short, snub-nosed revolver. Without thinking you thrust a hand forward, and it's as if something flies from your palm and hits him square in the chest, knocking him sprawling across the floor, the gun flying through the air and landing in the toilet. You move to stand above him, panting with your teeth bared, watching him stare up at you with wide, terrified eyes as your heart hammers in your chest.\n\nA mingling of strange, almost alien sensations and desires threads through the heat of the rage you're feeling. You find your eyes wandering from the blood trickling from his nose, down to the bulge in the front of his jeans, and back to the terror-filled expression on his face. Desires well up, formless but eager, as your eyes wander over each one, as if there were three different voices all begging and pleading for you to listen to them, and indulge in-\n\n<hr>\n[[Violence.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Lust.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Sadism.|CheerSS]]

Simmering rage slowly builds inside you, and with a near-snarl you stand up, storming downstairs still wearing your uniform. You grab your father's car keys, giving him a hard mental nudge when he asks what you're doing, his eyes going glassy as he turns away as if no longer interested. You're in the car and behind the wheel before you remember you don't really know how to drive... except you're already starting the car and pulling out as if you do. Fine, whatever, no time to question it.\n\nYou realize you don't really know where you're going, and take a few moments to calm down a little and breathe. ... The police station. They'll be questioning witnesses there. You make your way along the streets and park outside, concentrating on the flow of thoughts. You're able to pull a pretty good image of the guy, his car, and the direction he was headed from the people inside, and quickly back out and head out of town, occasionally pulling the thoughts from the minds of people in businesses and places along the road and highway to make sure you're still following the right path on.\n\nIt's deep into the night before you pull up outside of a cheap motel, having spotted what you think is the car in the parking lot. Of course the moment you get close enough, you can feel the heavy swirl of "sinner" thoughts coming from one of the rooms. A little guilt, but most of it worry for himself and thoughts of how to escape the consequences of what he's done. You grind your teeth together, fists clenching hard on the steering wheel. You're going to make him pay!\n\n<hr>\n[[Confront him directly.|CheerSS2x2]]\n\n[[Burn the place down with him inside.|CheerSS]]

Hm. While Japan and the UK are both tempting, and both promised they'd take care of the paperwork in travel and residency visas, you decide that moving your entire life across large bodies of water might be a little more than you care to do. Thus, New York it is! You call up the school and speak to a lady with a lovely South African accent to tell her you've decided to accept the job, and the two of you set up a date and time for your arrival.\n\nA week or so later, you and all your worldly possessions you've decided are worth keeping are traveling along winding roads and green hills, while you think that it's really a shame more people don't pay attention to the lovely countryside of New York state in favor of thinking the only worthwhile thing there is the city of the same name. You practically squirm with delight at the sight of the sprawling Victorian-style mansion... it may be wood and glass instead of stone, but it's as large and grand as just about any castle you could have imagined! The gates swing open at the cab's approach (actually, was it your imagination or did a laser do a scan of it first?), and the driver helps you with the luggage before he hurries off.\n\nAs you walk up the steps, the front door opens and an older but still handsome man makes his way out. The dome of his head is completely bald, with a fringe of shoulder-length white hair around the sides and back, though his most striking feature is his brilliant blue eyes... they seem larger and somewhat bluer than should be normal, somehow. He's wearing an expensive grey three-piece suit and walking with the aid of a pair of canes with arm braces, supporting most of his weight on them. As you approach, he offers a hand. "Ms. Patissier, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Professor Waltham Xellent, the founder and dean of this school."\n\n"Very nice to meet you," you answer cheerfully, shaking his hand.\n\n"Please leave your bags, I'll have someone come and take them to your room. If you'd be so kind as to follow me to my office." He turns, obviously well-practiced with the canes, and makes his way at an easy pace into the massive entryway and along one of the hallways, with you padding along behind him. He shows you into a wonderfully antique-style, masculine study and moves to sit down behind the desk, with you taking one of the gorgeous red-padded cherrywood chairs on the other side. He takes a moment to set aside the canes, then turns towards you and steeples his fingers. "Now, Ms. Patissier, I believe it would be prudent to share a bit more about this school with you."\n\n"The brochure <i>was</i> a little vague," you admit with a slight tilt of the head in acknowledgement. "I understand that only certain students qualify to attend, but I wasn't sure quite what those qualifications were, other than 'talented'."\n\n"Yes, the nature of the school requires us to be somewhat circumspect, and use language only recognizable to certain people who are already familiar with the concept. You see, Ms. Patissier, a small portion of the population has what I refer to as the '3X-gene'... a group of markers in their genome that can produce near-random, usually beneficial mutations." He pauses a moment to let that sink in, his serious blue gaze assuring you he's not joking. "People whose 3X-genes have activated are referred to as Talents, to avoid any unpleasant associations with the word 'mutant'. I began this school to gather Talents and teach them about their abilities, and hopefully to help provide some benefit to the world by harnessing those abilities and putting them to good use."\n\nYou don't say anything, still in shock. Is he saying that this is a school for... superheroes?!\n\n"Most of the teachers here are, of course, Talents themselves, and while a number of them have teaching credentials and degrees, I'm afraid we have rather an abundance of scientists and more focused pursuits. I would like you to teach subjects such as literature, art, and history. It will be quite a bit of work, but the non-adult student body is relatively small and I believe you should be able to manage. What do you say?"\n\nYou open your mouth slightly, then close it, taking a moment to rally yourself. What <i>do</i> you say...?\n\n<hr>\n[["I'd love to."|HelenNY1x1]]\n\n[["You're all a bunch of freaks!"|HelenNYPlaceholder]]

You try to tell yourself that the others wouldn't want you getting killed on their behalf, they'd want you to save yourself. You assure yourself that it's what they'd want you to do because they're your friends and they care about you and that charging headlong into a fate worse than death on the slim chance of saving them from same would be the last thing they'd ask. ... But deep inside you know, you're just scared. You're terrified. And after chewing lightly on your lower lip, you tell Crazy Coyote, "Okay, let's get out of here."\n\n"Good. This way then." He turns around and starts slowly stalking into the 'street' and along roughly the middle of it. "Stay close, don't look around too much if you can help it, and above all do not run... you'll get something excited. Maybe me."\n\nSwallowing hard, you hurry... but definitely do not run... to catch up to the strange humanoid mechanical creature that's now apparently your only hope for getting out of here. You keep your eyes as squarely on the broad back of that battered denim jacket (the only thing he's wearing) as you can, doing your best to ignore all the buildings, attractions, and decorations that were after all designed to catch the attention, even before time, exposure, and apparently something more turned them into looming horrors that your brain begs you to look at to identify the threat. Not exactly helping is that where you'd mostly written the park off as silent before, you now seem hyperaware of all the little noises around you... the wind rustling along the rooftops and streets and stirring old litter here and there. The distant creak of rusty metal as some ride or another is probably stirred by the wind. Even, very faintly, something wet and rippling, like a pond or lake. Except as you go longer trying not to look, your ears start reading more into those sounds. Is it really wind, or is it something huge breathing and looming in closer? Is it really some ride cart creaking or is a door opening up to let something out to come after you? Is that the pond of some boat ride or the blood of your friends dripping to the ground?\n\n"H-how much further?" you whisper.\n\n"We will get there when we get there," Crazy Coyote answers in an almost placid tone, letting out a soft, slightly crackling chuckle from his throat-speaker. "Little things like distance and time don't always mean much in this place, little one."\n\n"... That makes no sense, this makes no sense, this-" Catching yourself starting to crack and ramble, you swallow hard again. "... This is all impossible."\n\n"Improbable." Crazy Coyote's head slowly turns to a ninety degree angle so that he can look at you with one glowing red eye as he continues his smooth pace. "Think about it, little thing, small one, tiny creature... of all the places like this, but bright and shining and out in the sun, that you have visited in your life. Did they not seem huge? Did they not sprawl on forever? Did you not lose track of time, where hours could seem like minutes and minutes like hours? Your perceptions, it is all true... but that those perceptions were all real and true and accurate is only extremely improbable, not impossible. Just like all of this... in this existence, nothing is impossible. Only improbable to some extent, mm?"\n\nYou give a little shiver as his head turns back forward. Nothing is impossible, just improbable? It sounds like some sort of cheesy affirmation statement from a motivational speaker... if it was said anywhere but here. Said in this place it's more like he's telling you that everything you know and believe in and have trusted to be real and solid is just some sort of thin layer of lies over a chaos that you have no chance of comprehending.\n\nYour muscles twitch so hard that they almost cramp, your whole body going still as something touches your back... it feels like hands, but the fingers are too long, and clearly segmented as they slide up your lower back and along your shoulderblades... not grabbing or grasping at you, the motion a mockery of comfort. "Poor thing, isssss he ssssscaring you?" a soft, sibilant, sweet voice with a faint crackle of static hisses in your ear, the distinct sense of something wide and large and sharp right next to your head. "I can make it better. I promissssse, come with me and you'll never be sssssscared again."\n\n"Do not look," Crazy Coyote says, having immediately turned around to face you again. His jaw has pressed closed, his plastic face actually seeming rather grim with the set of those animatronic eyebrows. "I told you do not look, and you must not."\n\n"But aren't you sssssscared not to look?" that gentle female voice with a low background of white noise urges. "It ssssings in you, ssssssurges in you, ssssssweeps through you, the fear, telling you you have to look, you need to look, you'll be lesssssss sssssscared if you look. And you will be, I promissssse."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Don't look.|WilmaFun]]

Minikin reeeeally don't make the most optimized warriors... but they do make the most hilarioust/cutest warriors. You'll have to do some extra grinding for better gear to offset the stat minuses, but it'll be worth it to see a tiny adorable catboy swinging around a sword bigger than he is, you decide as you click the class selection.\n\nYour Minikin boy goes through his jump animation as a simple breastplate on leather straps appears on his chest and a few bits of armor also appear on his arms and legs. Leaning forward to get to work on character creation, you're surprised to see a traits screen instead. This is the new hotness? It just looks like some routine stat pluses and drawbacks to you.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Massive Weapon|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Judge you by your size, do they? They should know better! Wait until they get a load of the massive weapon your character's packing! Careful, since you've got it, you'll wanna use it at every opportunity! (Huh, an offset to the penalty for Minikin using the larger weapons, sounds like. What's that last bit? Some sort of Raging status effect maybe?)\n\n[[The Beast Within|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Tap into the feral, bestial nature of your character's Minikin heritage! But beware, as the more you draw out that inner beast, the less likely it will be to want to go back, and the more other, similar creatures may be drawn to you. (So you probably get some sort of activation power that boosts your stats, but you get a status effect draining your intelligence or will score after.)

Giving your head a shake, you descend on the far side of the lake, where there are fewer trees and therefore probably fewer fairies. You alight on the surface of a rock next to the lake, which to you is a very sizable boulder. You pant heavily, shivering, your wings fluttering behind you every time you do. You slowly settle down to sit, your ass pressing to the cold stone surface, your legs almost instinctively spreading open. You glance down, then swallow again. Well, Queen Tania did say that you'd only wind up turning completely fairy if you had sex with someone <i>else</i>... surely she'd have included masturbation if that was a risk? Besides, at this rate, it's the only way you're going to stay sane.\n\nYou tentatively reach down and pull your shirt up to bare your hairless sex, then simply cup it with your hand. Even that's enough to make you hiss and buck your hips, your pussy so hot and wet against your fingers it's like a volcano. You begin rubbing the whole outside slowly, making yourself gasp and moan, your hips shimmying around without purpose or direction, just pure reaction. Gradually, without really consciously thinking about it, your fingers begin moving with more purpose, stroking up and down your slit and in between the outer lips, working in flicking circles over the hard nub at the top. Your cute, melodious voice carries over the water as you make yourself moan, your eyes closing and your head leaning back.\n\nYour other hand keeps you propped up as you lean back, frigging your little fairy clit shamelessly now, biting your lower lip to briefly muffle your cries. But soon your lips are parted to let out your heavy breaths, some moan or a soft squeal coming with each one, your back arching as you feel little shudders running through your body, a sweet tingling on your nerves that says close, close...\n\nYou're so absorbed in the feeling and the sound of your own moans that you almost don't hear a sort of scrabbling noise on the rock. Trying to think through the haze of pleasure, you open your eyes and turn your head. A guy like the ones you saw in the market earlier is clambering up onto the surface of the boulder with you... to judge by the soft coat of grey fur, the large ears, and the thin tail swishing behind him, a mouse. He straightens up as he gets to the top, his rather impressive cock jutting out in front of him. He grins at you and starts to approach, that big shaft swaying with his steps.\n\n<hr>\n[[That is just what the sex-starved fairy ordered.|MiniEric1x7]]\n\n[[Ack! Abort abort abort abort!|MiniEricplaceholder]]

Without a word and without hesitation, you lean up the moment that the mouse gets close enough and wrap your lips around the head of his cock. You begin smoothly bobbing your head up and down, tongue working all over the underside of the shaft, letting your eyes close so that you can concentrate on the feel of it in your mouth, the taste of it on your tongue, the sound of his moans in your ears.\n\nIt's only a few moments before the blunt head of it nudges up against your throat, making you give a quiet 'hrk' sound. But that's the only hesitation before you push forward again, deep-throating him like it was something you did every day, your fingers bringing you to orgasm right as you take his cock all the way down your throat.\n\nOf course you don't let that stop you, instead bringing your hand up to rub and squeeze at his sack, smearing your pussy juices into the soft fur. His balls are <i>huge</i>, even in comparison to the length of the cock sliding down your throat, and you moan around his length in appreciation of the massive load he must have for you.\n\nYou suck him off through a fair bit of the sunrise, before you pull back and reach down to haul off your shirt. As if picking up on your intentions psychicaly, he settles down onto his knees and grabs your hips as you turn over onto all fours, tugging you a bit further to the side. He takes only a moment to rub his cockhead up and down your sodden slit, then starts pushing into you, making you moan ecstatically as you're spread open. You've had your pussy for less than a day and it's already getting stretched around such a <i>great</i> cock and there's no pain, it feels more right than anything you've ever imagined!\n\nThe mouse leans forward, his hands cupping at your small tits, then concentrating on pinching and twisting the nipples gently since there isn't a whole lot to squeeze otherwise. You moan happily, turning your head towards his as he presses in close, kissing his lips and sucking at his tongue as he fucks you. If you were paying attention you might notice certain thoughts and concepts... like modesty and shame, among others... just disappearing, as if they were melting out of your mind and running down your thighs with all the pussyjuice flowing out of your well-fucked cunt.\n\nHe fucks you for a good long while, too, and though your pussy repeatedly spasms around his throbbing length as you cum, he holds back. But finally he straightens up from kissing you and lavishing attention on your cute little fairy tits. Pulling his cock out, he gives it a few quick strokes, groaning as he sprays thick, voluminous blasts of white all over your ass and back. You coo happily as you feel it smearing over your skin, wings buzzing briefly and adding the tinkling of windchimes to his pleasured grunts.\n\nYou straighten up as well as he finishes spurting, still on your knees as you turn around to face him. You lean in to kiss him full-on this time, his slightly muzzle-like features posing no real impediment to it, one hand going around his middle and the other tugging at and stroking his still mostly-hard cock. His own hands drop to squeeze and knead your cum-smeared ass, making you practically purr around his tongue.\n\n"Hi," he says once the kiss is broken, grinning at you.\n\n"Hi!" you chirp back, beaming in reply.\n\n"My name's Nick."\n\n"Hi, Nick, I'm Aerica!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nick's fun! Hang out with him some more!|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Oop, Alina will be wondering where you went.|MiniEric1x8]]

"Er... I appreciate the offer, Alina, honest," you say, holding up your free hand since you're still holding your discarded clothes bundled in the other. "But I'm not ready to give up on my old world. Not yet anyway."\n\n"Aw. I understand," she says with a sigh, then brightens again. "But at least you'll get to stay for awhile! It'll be like a sleepover! C'mon!"\n\nAlina leads you back down towards the busier parts of the city and back to a railing, where the two of you take off and back into the forest, leaving little colored streaks of trailing dust in the darkening forest behind you. Alina's home turns out to be in a tree not too far from a large pond (though at your size it's a fairly huge lake), a multi-level affair cut into the tree (to judge by the windows with the same bluish-white glow in them that you assume means all the rooms belong to the same apartment). You pause on the carved wooden porch set into the trunk, looking up.\n\n"Hey, how does the tree stay alive when it's got so much of its trunk hollowed out to let you guys live in it?" you ask, pointing upwards at the flourishing green branches.\n\n"Oh, that's easy," Alina replies as she unlocks the door and beckons you in. (You're not entirely sure where she was keeping the key.) The inside is pretty homey and surprisingly modern-looking... there's no electronics and you can see natural wood on a lot of the furniture, but otherwise the couch and recliner in the living area both look quite familiar. "Fairy dust and even just being around fairies promotes life and health! So our cutting into the trees is probably better for them overall, since it keeps them from getting diseases or infestations that would damage them otherwise. Of course they do die if they're left empty after being turned into fairy homes, but we try to avoid that."\n\n"I'm surprised you lock your doors," you note as Alina turns back to twist the little latch on the inside of your door. "You have sex in public and everyone seems to like each other, are you actually worried about your stuff getting stolen?"\n\n"Stolen? Oh, no, not really. I mean, that happens sometimes," she replies, heading into what you assume is the kitchen. You set your bundle down on the couch and follow after her, staring a bit at the refrigerator and stove. They look like they're made out of tin or something, but that's definitely what they are. What do they call that? 'Schizo Tech'? "Fairies are nice but we're not perfect! Mostly we lock our doors if we want people to know we're gone so they don't waste time looking around the house for us, or if we don't want anyone here waiting when we get back. Sometimes I'm a little tired after meadow patrol so I don't always want a boyfriend waiting for me."\n\n"Have a lot of those?" you ask dryly as she takes some things out of the fridge and starts mixing up some sort of salad.\n\n"Yup!" She beams at you, then turns back to what she's doing, mixing in bits of diced-up berry and some honey. "Most fairies do, except the ones that are pretty much fairysexual." Well. If all fairies are girls, that must be the equivalent of lesbian, you muse. Which brings up imagery like what you saw earlier. Which makes you aware of being turned-on again. You try to focus on being hungry and that even if what she's making is just a salad, Alina's dinner looks pretty good. "But anyway, there's also the fact that Queen Maab's no-goodies sometimes get this far in too. It's not very often, but sometimes they sneak over and then come into someone's house and break stuff."\n\n"Geez, they just do it to be vandals?"\n\n"What's a 'vandal'?" Alina blinks, looking up at you curiously.\n\n"Uh. Someone who messes something up just to mess it up. Like they don't get anything out of it other than the thrill of screwing up someone else's property."\n\n"Oh wow, where you live has a whole word for that? We never had it happen often enough before Maab came around to make up a whole word for it. Well, other than 'jerk', maybe." Alina brings the bowl over to the small kitchen table, then sets out carved wooden plates and bowls. "But yeah, I guess Maab's fairies are vandals! I'll have to tell the others that one, that's convenient." She snags a pitcher of water from the fridge, then beckons you to the table. "C'mon, let's eat!"\n\nYou sit down, squirming a little at feeling your bare ass and pussy on the hard surface of the wooden chair, but are able to distract yourself easily enough with dinner. The salad's sweeter than what you would have normally liked before, but maybe your tastebuds have changed too because you actually love it. Even the water is sort of sweeter and smoother... you wonder if it's dew collected from wildflowers or something. You wind up eating most of the salad yourself, with Alina assuring you it's fine and to take all you want. Still, you make sure to help out with the dishes afterwards, which gives you a happy feeling that you're not entirely used to.\n\n"So, um, what do you usually do with your evenings?" you ask as you and Alina head back into the living area and sit down on the couch.\n\n"Oh, either I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a friend over to visit, most of the time," Alina replies, then taps her cheek a bit. "Hm, though considering what Queen Tania said, there could be trouble if I had over a boyfriend or girlfriend. Wouldn't want things to get a bit too worked-up and have you fully fairied against your will. But other than that, sometimes I read, or I knit, or I watch fairyvision."\n\n"... Fairyvision?"\n\n"Yeah! See that there?" She points over at a set of drawers the couch is facing towards, and what looks like a glass half-sphere sitting in the middle of it. "That's the thing we use to communicate with each other, but it can also broadcast to anyone who wants to tune into your signal. Lots of fairies do their own broadcasts pretty regularly... some do plays they wrote themselves, or just talk about their day, or other stuff."\n\n"Oh. So I guess it's sort of like a webcast or something."\n\n"No, I don't think spiders have access to fairyvision," Alina answers, looking confused.\n\n"No, that's... nevermind. But basically what you're saying is, it lets you call other people directly, or it lets you put on your own tele... er, your own shows, or it lets you watch those shows."\n\n"Yup!"\n\n"Huh. That's pretty neat. Do you ever do broadcasts?"\n\n"Me? Nah. I mean maybe once or twice when I had something really fun or important happen during meadow patrol, but that's about it. I don't usually have that much to talk about. Well, until today," she adds, tapping her lower lip thoughtfully. Then she shrugs and grins at you. "But anyway, we can do whatever you wanna do!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch fairyvision.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Make a fairyvision broadcast.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[It's been a long day, go to bed.|MiniEric1x5]]

"I've had... a <i>really</i> tough day," you say with a sigh, shaking your head. "I think I just wanna go to bed." \n\n"Oh, I understand, I feel that way sometimes too and I've never even... well, all the stuff you've done today." She turns and points at a set of stairs that curve upwards. "The bathroom is the door with a blue circle on it on the second landing, and your room is the only door on the third landing. Sweet dreams!"\n\nYou nod and echo the sentiment back, gathering up your discarded clothes and heading upstairs. You go on up to your room... which is almost seductively homey-seeming and welcoming... and put down the bundle, then backtrack down to the bathroom. Though most everything seems to be wood, the bath-shower and sink are both lined with what looks like some sort of shiny, multicolored shell. At first you wonder if you'll be able to get your shirts off over your wings without help, but an experimental tug has them slide up and off as easily as if your wings weren't even there, the cloth apparently sliding right through them. Well... that's both convenient and weird.\n\nIn the shower, you yelp at the spray of cold water, but resist the urge to fiddle with the knobs and find out if there's some fairy equivalent of a water heater. The cold helps keep you from getting too distracted as you rub your hands over yourself to rinse off accumulated sweat and dirt. Despite being even slimmer than you used to be, you notice that looks more natural... your ribs certainly aren't poking out, thankfully, so you're more just lean than skinny. Your breasts are small, probably just barely an A-cup, but they're definitely natural and perky and even brushing your palms over your nipples sends a shiver through your whole body. Yeah, the cold water is definitely a good idea.\n\nOnce you've dried off with one of the surprisingly fluffy towels from under Alina's sink, you pull your t-shirt back on, leaving your long-sleeved shirt off at the moment since it seems plenty warm here. The shirt's still long enough to cover everything, even if it does keep wanting to slip off of one of your shoulders. You pad your way back upstairs and pull the covers back, almost moaning at how soft and enveloping the bed is once you slide into it. Again you're sort of worried about crunching your new wings, but after a bit of scooting and rolling you find that they're effectively invulnerable... even laying on top of them doesn't bother you. Again, convenient but a little weird somehow. You reach over and fiddle with the glowing blue-white orb on the nightstand, poking and prodding at it until you find out how to shut it off by rubbing your hand over the top of it. Then you relax onto the pillows and settle into a deep, dreamless sleep.\n\nWhen you awaken, however, it's anything but peacefully. You sit bolt upright, gasping, your skin covered in sweat. Your heart is racing in your chest, but more than that, your nipples ache painfully and your pussy feels like it's on fire. The room feels like an oven, hot and stifling and much too small. Though some part of you knows that you can't flee your own arousal, you can't stand to stay inside a moment longer and push open the window, wiggling your way out of it and flying out into the pre-dawn sky, panting heavily.\n\nThe cool air rushing over your sweaty skin helps blunt your desire but not by much. You're still panting as you fly out over the pond, lake, whatever, trying to calm down enough to figure out what you should do.\n\n<hr>\n[[Dive into the lake.|MiniEric2x1]]\n\n[[Find a quiet spot to "relieve some tension".|MiniEric1x6]]

"Well, yeah, if that's the best way to get there," you answer, barely able to contain your excitement. "Hit me up with some wings."\n\nShe pauses, looking over her shoulder and then at you, then gives an 'oh!' "You mean give you some! Okay, I get it!" She giggles at that. "'Hit me up', how silly! But okay!" She reaches back and cups her hand under her fluttering wings to catch some of the dust, then brings the handful to her lips and whispers to it. Then she tosses her hand out, coating you in the now rainbow-colored glitter.\n\nYou're sort of expecting the weird tingle in your back as your new long, thin oval-shaped wings grow out, apparently just growing right through your shirts with no problem. What you're <i>not</i> expecting is that the tingling infuses the rest of your body! You can feel your already sort of skinny body growing even more slender in some places, like your shoulders and hips, while at the same time the curvature of your arms and legs shifts, turning more sleek. Every bit of hair below your eyebrows just... disappears, like it never was, along with every skin blemish or minor scar you had.\n\n"W-what?!" you yelp, your voice having gotten a bit higher and taken on a slight musical tone. You yelp again as your jeans and underwear, no longer fitting on your girlish, elfin hips drop to the ground, revealing a smooth, hairless pussy rather than your cock, at least before your shirts fall down over it, the collars of them slipping partly off one of your shoulders. You clap your hands to your head in dismay, then stare at your iridescent red bangs as you see them. "What did you do to me?!" you squeal, your wings buzzing in dismay with a sound like tiny windchimes clinking together.\n\n"I gave you wings," Alina replies cheerfully, as if not noticing your upset tone. "By making you a fairy!"\n\n"You turned me into a girl!" you squeal in outrage, pulling up the front of your shirts both to display the problem to her and to assure yourself of the reality.\n\n"Oh." She blinks, looking honestly confused. "Weren't you before?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fly off in a panic.|MiniEric6x1]]\n\n[[Calm down.|MiniEric1x3]]

You put your hands to the sides of your head, breathing deeply as you try desperately to get a grip on yourself. Then you thrust your fists down at your sides, reflexively fluttering upwards a bit, your feet lifting easily out of your now oversized shoes and socks. "Of course I wasn't before! I was a boy!" And it's really aggravating how squeaky and cute your voice sounds.\n\n"Whoopsy." Alina grins sheepishly and bips the side of her head with her knuckles. "Sorry, I didn't realize, you didn't look at <i>all</i> like any of the boys around here. I kind of thought you were some sort of fairy that had been drained of magic or something."\n\n"Fix it!" you demand, stomping one girlish bare foot in midair.\n\n"Um, gosh, sorry, I don't know how to <i>un</i>fairy someone." Alina bites her lower lip for a moment, then almost immediately brightens. "Oh! But Queen Tania might! I was gonna take you to her anyway, so I guess that's double the reason to go!" She flies up higher, then turns back and beckons to you. "This way!"\n\nYou stare after her, then sigh. Dropping down slowly (and finding it a bit offputting just how naturally moving around with buzzing fairy wings is coming to you), you scoop up your discarded clothes. Without a belt there's no way they'd stay up, so finally you just bundle everything together and do your best to stick it under your arm. Looks like there's not a lot you can do about going around bottomless for the time being, but at least your shirts keep everything covered, and to judge by Alina's clothes fairies aren't exactly big on modesty anyway. You fly up to join her and she takes off buzzing at a bit above flower level, your windchime wings adding to her bells musically.\n\nThe trip takes a little longer than you figure it ought to, both because you're impatient to get this all sorted out and get back to the normal world, but also because Alina has a tendency to get distracted by interesting-looking flowers or bushes and wind up flying off course to buzz around them. Usually she just gives a little 'oh!' and resumes course whenever you point out that she's supposed to be taking you to the queen, but eventually you stop to take a rest and try to get a grip on your thoughts. As you balance easily on a leaf, which barely bends at all beneath your weight, you start to notice... odd sensations. Like the fact that your nipples have stiffened up and you can feel them rubbing against the inside of your shirt every time you breathe, or a growing warmth between your legs and deep in your belly, and a sort of tingly sensation running all over your skin, almost like goosebumps.\n\n"Uh, Alina?" you call up, squirming a little in place. "Are there any, like... side effects to that turn-someone-into-a-fairy spell?"\n\n"Hm? Nope!" Alina stops buzzing around the multi-colored bloom and drops to stand in front of you. She looks you up and down thoughtfully, then grins. "Oh, you're probably just feeling some Fairy Warmth for the first time."\n\n"'Fairy Warmth'? What's that?"\n\n"Fairies are naturally inclined to bring happiness and pleasure into the world. Sometimes it's just by stopping and enjoying nature!" The blue-haired girl looks up at the flower with a bright smile, then back to you. "And sometimes it's by bringing pleasure to others!"\n\n"... You mean...?"\n\n"Well, either helping someone out of a bad spot, or cheering them up, or having lots and lots of sex!"\n\n"... Great," you groan, putting a hand to your face.\n\n"It <i>is</i> great, isn't it?" Alina chirps without the slightest hint of irony. She lifts off again and beckons. "This way! This way!"\n\nSighing, you fly off after her, trying to ignore the strange new sensations. They're not that bad... 'Not yet' a part of you can't help but add.\n\nAlina leads you across the meadows and into the treeline of a forest... you don't exactly have a great view from your height and size, but you get the sense it might be a big one. There seems a fair bit less to distract your guide in here, so you progress much faster until you start seeing lights. You start passing trees with doors and windows carved into them, different colors of light beaming out from what look like actual glass panes, albeit the slightly wobbly look of blown glass. After you've passed a number of these, you see a truly immense tree... it looks like it would be huge even if you were full-sized, at this size it's big enough to hold a city. And apparently does, the trunk carved out into plainly visible buildings and balconies and pathways. It sort of looks like something the elves from Lord of the Rings would build, if they were the size of action figures (or Keebler elves).\n\nYou can see plenty of activity as you and Alina approach, and when you set down it's in some sort of market thoroughfare. There are numerous other fairies here, all of them slender and pretty with slightly musical chirpy voices. Most of them are about as dressed as Alina is, wearing loincloths and chestbands, or panties and chest-flaps, mini-sarongs and bikini tops. There's also a fair number of them that seem to go mostly or completely naked, and only a few occasional ones wearing more conservative getups like dresses and even pants. You stare around at the throngs of pretty, practically (or completely) naked women, feeling that tingling sensation across your skin and the heat low in your body grow. Damn.\n\n"Let's go, this way," Alina calls happily, trotting off along the smooth wooden floor, leading you along. You hurry after her, trying not to be self-conscious or look too hard at the fascinating marketplace around you, or its equally fascinating and attractive populace. \n\nThough as Alina leads you along, you notice that it's not <i>all</i> fairies, and start to see what she meant about you not looking like the boys around here. While they're all upright and human-shaped, most of them seem to be rather, well, fuzzy. Mostly they look like small woodland creatures... mice and squirrels and hedgehogs and things like that. Though you do see at least one that looks like he's probably a dog of some sort, and though he'd normally be many times the size of the others, here it apparently translates into being about seven and a half feet tall. And all of them are wandering around completely naked, their very humanlike cocks swaying around between their thighs or wobbling around in front of them as they walk, depending on their, ahem, mood. You stop and stare at the sight of a chipmunk guy pounding into a fairy who's on all fours, the girl squealing delightedly. Everyone around them is practically ignoring it, as if they were doing nothing more interesting than haggling over the price of some produce. You yank your gaze away and hurry to catch up with Alina, only to spot a pair of fairies laying atop the bar of a shop's sign sixty-nining.\n\n"Er, is that... normal?" you squeak out, trying to both walk and press your thighs together against a wetness that feels like it's going to start leaking downward any moment.\n\n"Hm? Oh, yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Alina asks, glancing up briefly before grinning at you and continuing on. You sigh, remembering how she treated the question of fairies getting turned on. Of <i>course</i> they think fucking in public is normal. "Come on, we've got a ways to go to see the queen!"\n\n"She's at the top?" you ask. Receiving a quick nod of agreement, you ask, "Why didn't we just fly up there at the start, then?"\n\n"Well that would be rude!"\n\nYou shake your head. Of course it would be. Luckily, as she begins leading you up various curving, carved wood ramps, it takes you away from the crowds below and allows you to calm down a little. You take one of your too-big socks and quickly wipe your inner thighs when you and Alina are alone and she isn't looking, your cheeks flaming with embarrassment. This stupid fairy body!\n\nEventually the two of you arrive in front of a pair of elaborately decorated doors, presumably to make up for the fact that they're made of the exact same color and grain of wood as the surrounding walls. They swing open as the two of you approach, apparently of their own accord, allowing the two of you entrance. The room inside has a lot of hangings, tapestries, and carpets in different colors, enough that it should clash horribly but somehow looks as natural as a rainbow in a burst of water mist. At the far end of the room is a large throne carved out of the wood, with a tan-skinned fairy with larger breasts and hips than most you've seen, her literally golden hair spilling down the back of the throne and laying across several inches of floor. She's completely naked, not counting the little silver crown on her head. The fairies that are presumably her guards aren't wearing much more: open-faced golden helmets, golden disks that cover their nipples, short golden scalemail loincloths, each armed with a long golden spear.\n\n"Good afternoon, my queen!" Alina chirps, as casually as greeting a friend on the street.\n\n"Good afternoon, Alina. What can I help you with today?" The faint musical backlay to Queen Tiana's voice is more like a massive choir than anything else, and when she leans forward and lets her golden wings flutter it's with the deep sound of church bells.\n\n"Well, your majesty, I was out in the fields when a hawk told me that he had seen a strange-looking hummingbird. When I went to see if I could find it, I came upon Eric here," Alina says, gesturing to you with both hands. You bow a bit awkardly, not sure of the proper protocol. "Eric had become trapped on the hummingbird and wasn't able to get away, so became lost. Since we needed to come all the way here, I cast the fairy conversion spell to give Eric wings, but... it turns out Eric had been a boy, beforehand."\n\n"Quite a foolish mistake," Queen Tania says rather gravely.\n\n"Eheh," Alina agrees, bipping herself on the side of the head again.\n\n"That must be quite distressing for you, Eric, and I apologize for Alina's mistake," Queen Tania says, nodding to you. "Know this, though... the fairy spell Alina cast <i>will</i> wear off, in time."\n\n"It will?" Your heart soars, and you feel yourself lift off the floor several inches in reply. The guards scowl and you quickly force yourself back down to the floor, giving Queen Tania a sheepish grin of apology. She smiles tolerantly in return, then looks solemn again.\n\n"It will, but only if you do not give in to the Fairy Warmth in a sexual manner for an entire week. If you please another living being sexually in that time, your body will awaken fully to its fairy nature and you will not be able to go back. You will likely immediately adapt to your new body, take a new name, and come to instantly feel as if this is your home. That is normally the way of it with the fairy conversion spell."\n\n"R-really?"\n\n"Yes. Normally it is cast on the willing who know what they seek ahead of time... non-fairies who are old or dying, or who simply seek a new life for themselves. It is not, usually, meant as a spell for convenient travel," she adds dryly.\n\n"I know, your majesty, but he really didn't look like any boy I'd ever seen! He just looked like a sort of heavyset fairy with drab hair and no wings," Alina protests with a pout. "I honestly thought he'd just run out of magic or something!"\n\n"Hm. I see. That would certainly be a bit more understandable, then." Queen Tania looks over at you. "From where do you hail, Eric?"\n\n"Deviville. It's, um, in America? The United States?"\n\n"I see. I'm afraid I haven't heard of any of those places, but I shall set my scholars to researching it at once. If we can find a way to return you home, we shall, I promise you."\n\n"Thanks. Um, I mean, thank you, Queen Tania," you amend, giving another little bow.\n\n"It is my pleasure. You will stay with Alina and she will see to your needs."\n\n"Oh, definitely!" Alina pipes up, as if it had never been in doubt.\n\n"You are free to come and go as you like, though you should be warned of several things. For one, the menfolk of the forest are generally accustomed to fairies being willing to pleasure them at any time and in any place... our consent is assumed since it is almost always given, most of them do not understand the concept of asking first. So if you are out in public places or parts of the forest where they go, make sure to keep a wary eye... they will still leave you alone if you ask them to, but it is possible you might be taken by surprise." You swallow a bit as you realize that when she says 'taken by surprise', she means '<i>taken</i> by surprise'. \n\n"Second, while most creatures of the forest are friend to all fairies, there are some who are not. Be wary of fish, toads, snakes, and spiders... not all of them are bad, but enough are that you should avoid putting yourself at their mercy. Third, finally, and most importantly, there are those who serve my wicked sister, Queen Maab. Do you know what a bat is, Eric?" At your uneasy nod, she continues. "Those who serve her resemble fairies, but have wings like those of bats. They are also both male and female. You would not do well in their care, so if you see such a one, immediately return to safety and inform as many fairies as you can of just where you saw one of Maab's servants."\n\nFeeling a little shudder of fear cut through the near constant sensation of arousal (and yet enhance it all the same), you nod. "You've got it, um, your majesty."\n\n"Excellent. Please feel free to check in once a day to determine whether we have found a way to return you to your home. Unless there is anything else, you may both go."\n\nAlina bows and you copy the motion, before the two of you turn and trot back out of the throne room. Once the doors close behind you, Alina grins. "So, sounds like you'll be staying with me for awhile! That's great, I've got an extra room and I've been hoping to get a roommate for awhile!" She pauses as if to consider, then grins even wider. "In fact, you could always stay forever, if you wanted!"\n\n"Huh?" You blink at her in confusion.\n\n"Well, you heard Queen Tania. If you have some fun with another person, you can be a fairy forever! It's a super awesome life, Eric, I promise! You can move in with me and I can get you a job with the Meadow Patrol like me, it's super fun and easy work! Being a fairy is great!" She bounces in place and claps her hands lightly together a few times, her small breasts just barely visibly jiggling with motion. Then she calms herself. "Um, I mean, no pressure or anything, it's not like I'm saying you gotta or I won't like you if you don't, because I already like you! I just think you'd enjoy being a fairy! We can do it right now!"\n\nYou want to snap at her that you'd never want to be a fairy, but even as that bit of annoyance wells up you realize... that's not quite true. This is a beautiful place full of gorgeous, friendly-seeming people who apparently live an open and kindhearted lifestyle. You ran away from home in the first place because you wanted to get away from your situation... well, this is about as away from it as you could get. It's pretty obvious that you really could be happy here, if you wanted to be.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become a fairy.|MiniEricplaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't become a fairy. (At least, not yet.)|MiniEric1x4]]

No way you're sticking around on this thing to see what fresh hell it might decide to take you to. You wrestle with the harness and manage to undo the clasps, leaving it clipped to the animatronic bird's back. Then you leap off to the side, trying to avoid its buzzing wing. You land on your feet on one of the flower's broad, spreading leaves, then yelp as you go tumbling and rolling down its length. You hit against the stem and grunt as the wind is knocked out of you and you finally thud to the ground, knocked senseless.\n\nYou're vaguely aware of the hummingbird buzzing off on its way again above you, sounding like a helicopter taking to the sky as much as anything else. Gradually you get your wits about you and clamber to your feet, dusting off a bit. You're surrounded by overly tall grass and immense flowers, though luckily those seem to be the only signs of super-sized life at the moment. You're not entirely sure of what scale you're at... all you really know for sure is that you're tiny compared to everything else.\n\nWell, maybe not <i>everything</i> else. As you're staring around trying to come to grips with your situation, there's a tinkling, bell-like noise that draws your gaze up. Your eyes widen at the sight of a slender, very pretty woman drifting down from above. She's not wearing a whole lot... some sort of yellow loincloth, a band around her small breasts that's made of the same stuff, and a fair number of bead necklaces, bracelets, and anklets. Her hair is iridescent blue, as are the buzzing <i>wings</i> behind her back that shed glitter and little flashes of blue light as they move.\n\n"Oh! Hello there!" She drops down, alighting easily on tiptoe in front of you. "I'm Alina, who are you?"\n\n"Uh... Eric," you answer, stunned. You're not even sure if you're staring at her because she's attractive and practically naked, or because she's apparently a friggin' <i>fairy</i>.\n\n"Nice to meet you, Eric! I came out here to check out something a falcon said about a strange hummingbird flying around, I didn't expect to see a new arrival." Alina claps her hands, seeming sincerely and utterly delighted to meet you. "But what fun! How did you get here?"\n\n"Uh, that... that hummingbird... thing... I was riding on it in a park, but then it just suddenly flew up and ran away with me, and carried me... here."\n\n"Oh dear, you're lost then?" Alina flits upward by a few inches and curves around your side, her slender, elfin face showing concern, silvery eyes widening. "Well that's not good at all! We should do our best to get you home at once!"\n\nRelief floods you at that, and despite the fact that the offer of help is coming from a mythological creature, you relax. "That'd be great. Thanks a lot, Alina."\n\n"Oh, you're absolutely and totally welcome!" she chirps, lifting up by about a foot and doing a twirl, her wings tinkling and spiraling out glitter. She lowers but doesn't land again, hovering in front of you. "Hmmm... it's not far to my home as the fairy flies, but it would take quite awhile for you. I probably ought to use some magic to give you wings!"\n\n<hr>\n[[My own pair of wings? SWEET!|MiniEric1x2]]\n\n[[Uh, let's not go making this weirder than it already is, you'll go on foot.|MiniEricplaceholder]]

You blink. Just one year? But they'll still pay you enough to get back to Earth? You almost stab the box just at that, but pause as you remember and reread everything that came before it. Inhospitable environment? Combat skills? It sounds like you'd be plunging yourself into a warzone, almost, which is weird for what Edwina said about this place. But... one year...\n\nYou finally start tapping the Dark Sector boxes, watching them turn green with an oddly mingled sense of both hope and dread. You settle back, and eventually the screen clears, the typed-out text and voiceover returning. "Your application to Dark Sector 36 has been approved. Your Rehabilitation Supervisor is Ripley Connors. Your supervisor will meet you when disembarking. Please don the appropriate garments," it adds, a near-invisible slot low on the wall opening to reveal a pair of heavy clasp-fasten boots, a hefty, long orange coat, gloves, and what looks sort of similar to one of those heavy-duty lower facemasks people wear when cleaning out dangerous mold. Feeling dread start to weigh a little more heavily, you nevertheless pull them all on and settle back on the bench to wonder if you've made the right choice. \n\nYou several times feel light bumps and the ship's vibrations stop, but each time after a few minutes it begins to move again. Finally after a stop that's bordering on being a lurching motion, the door to your room slides open. You stand up and walk out into the hall, noting that there's just one other person here with you... a guy dressed identically, though he's quite a bit taller and has deep brown skin, rumpled white hair, and slightly pointed ears. He blinks pale gray eyes at you, then... you think he's giving you a bit of a smile, though with the mask it's hard to tell. "You too, huh?"\n\n"Five year sentence for being kidnapped into the Space Rangers, basically," you reply dryly, though you wince and hug yourself a bit at the frigid air blowing in from the open end of the transport. "You?"\n\n"Ten years for assaulting a superior officer," he replies in a flat tone that says there's definitely more to the story.\n\nBefore he can be tempted to elaborate or you can ask, the ship voice says, "Please disembark."\n\nBracing yourself, you turn and walk out into the cold air. You don't think you can ever remember a Deviville winter this harsh... the wind's constantly blowing and the stinging sensation on your face says it's smacking you with little shards of ice near constantly. Making your way down the ramp, you see that there are several other ships landed nearby, having disgorged maybe two and a half dozen or so orange-coated figures, most of whom are also hugging themselves and huddling miserably. There's a gray mist that makes it harder to see very far... about half of each transport is invisible beyond the single four-way spotlight glaring out at the center of the area. You and the guy from the ship make your way over to the rest.\n\n"How long have you been waiting?" you ask one of the others at random, a woman with purple hair, blue-black skin, and black-scleraed yellow eyes. The frost-flecked catlike ears at the sides of her head twitch, and you think she looks more annoyed at you than anything, but after a moment she answers, voice muffled through her mask.\n\n"Almost ten minutes. At least one's already dropped, look," she growls, pointing over towards where an orange-coated and -hooded figure is slumped on the ground. At your startled look, she says, "Don't bother, it's a Hissian, you can't do anything. If it's still alive it's in a torpor."\n\nYou settle back into place, rubbing your arms. A few more minutes pass before you hear a murmuring, and look around to spot what's got people talking. A trio have emerged from the mist... two hulking figures, one that you think is male and the other obviously female, the male hulking and hunched like some upright pillbug with arms and legs, the female broad-shouldered, huge-breasted, and with horns... though those are the only details you can make out, since both are completely covered in some sort of power armor and carrying massive rifles with what look like melee weapons attached. The one leading the way is much more lightly-garbed, though also carrying a rifle, and... \n\nYou stare. Is that... a human?! You search her face and features for any bumpy nose or odd colorations, but that's the most human-looking person you've seen since all this insanity started. You flash back to the name... Ripley Connors. That's... a pretty normal name for your hemisphere, too, could she really be from home?!\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Iw0mQgz.jpg?1>\n\n"Alright, listen up," she calls as she comes to a stop in front of the group, the two armored hulks stopping just behind her. "I am Commander Connors, and you have either done something very bad, pissed the wrong person off, or made a very bad decision. You have done one of these three things if you are in Dark Sector 36." She begins pacing back and forth slightly as she speaks, eyes always on the gathered people. "If you think the time you have spent waiting in the cold is bad, you do not belong here. If you don't think you can take any more of this, you do not belong here. If you are thinking of trying to frag me and run off because you are angry, you do not belong here. However, you are here now and there is absolutely no going back. Once you take Dark Sector assignment, you are on it for the rest of your sentence." She stops, looking back and forth over all of you, before snapping out, "How do you think you get an entire planet designated for use to rehab a bunch of pansy-assed little loser offenders who are basically just society's rejects? You get it designated that way because there is something deeply wrong with it. Well, the Dark Sectors are where that something wrong is. The things that are inside this world can only get out here at the polar regions, and it is up to six defense rings of six sections each with six strike teams to keep them from getting out and doing horrible, horrible things to all the nice petty offenders trying to learn to give someone their order of fries without jerking off on them.\n\n"Dark Sector 36 is the most heavily-engaged segment of the defense rings. Dark Sector 1, for example, on the outermost ring of the opposite pole, has an engagement once every three months, and an average life expectancy for a green recruit of six engagements. Thirty-Six averages five engagements a <i>week</i> and is required to form a once a month exploratory expedition to assess the state of the enemy. The life expectancy for a green recruit during one of these engagements is ten minutes. Take a good look around you at everyone else standing here. Odds are that none of them, and almost certainly you, will not make it to the end of the year.\n\n"A quick rundown of things that will get you dead in Thirty-Six!" she continues, starting to pace again in time with her words. "Going outside without protective gear, dead! Breathing the outside air unfiltered for the first six months you're here, dead! Going into any area of the outer bunker where the lights aren't working, dead! Becoming separated from your team, dead! Trying to go outside the marked perimeter without supervision, dead! And that is just a very, very shortened list of things that will kill you immediately and with little outside supervision! Because let me tell you the three things that will always get you dead in practice if not physical law: disobeying orders, trying to be a hero or a thug, and being fucking <i>stupid</i>! If you manage to not do all of that, and live through three months, you will become part of the Foe Engagement Assault Rangers! You will advance in rank, your SID status will be removed, and you will receive a full pardon at the end of your reduced sentence, should you survive that long! You will walk out of here with a clean record and be able to retire from the Space Ranger service with honor and a pension!" \n\nShe comes to a stop, glaring at the shivering, huddled masses before her, before adding in a lightly mocking tone. "But maybe you're thinking, 'I just can't'. Maybe the thought of that average life expectancy makes whatever the equivalent you have of a ballsack shrivel up and go inside your body, whether it's designed to or not. Well you can't leave, but I will tell you that there is an alternative for cowards like you. The Dark Sector Service Corps. You will stay inside the most fortified segments of the bunker. For the remainder of your time here you will be as warm and safe as it is possible for anyone to be here. You will retain your SID status, but still be given a clean record at the end of your sentence. If you're close to tears now, if you're ready to sob and wail 'I just want to get through this and go home', then raise your hand and call out 'Service'. You'll immediately be shown inside, given a meal and a shower, and you can start being treated the way you should. If you're willing to do what it takes to serve this out with honor, just keep your fucking peace."\n\n<hr>\n[[Raise your hand.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGSR6x2]]

You spring out of the alley and start to swing the rifle around into place for a nearly point-blank, can't-miss shot. Unfortunately at that range Tifa instantly notices your movement and spins around, knocking the rifle's barrel away with a sweep of her forearm and then leaping forward, trying to grab it from you. You're forced to admit that you got cocky and weren't expecting actual resistance, since your surprise means that after only a brief tussle she's able to yank it away, throwing it hard enough against the side of the building to crack almost in two.<<set $capfail += 1>>\n\nYou barely have time to curse at realizing that counts as a mission fail before Tifa's coming in at you with a blistering combination of punches and kicks, forcing you to defend against the flurry of blows with snaps of your bare hands and motions of your own legs. Your distraction from seeing the rifle was enough that almost immediately Tifa finds an opening and strikes a blow right to your jaw, the metal plate on the back of her glove hitting with enough force that if you weren't heavily reinforced by game code she might have put you down right there.\n\nBut then again, you are heavily reinforced overall. Snarling angrily both at the damage to your score and the pain she's caused you, you quickly shift to the offensive, forcing Tifa to be the one who blocks your strikes, trying to duck and weave as she moves backward and looks for another opening. You don't give it to her, though, instead ducking and pouncing in, your fist smashing right to her firm, bare stomach. Her red eyes widen at the strength of the impact, neither the player or the Tifa engrams apparently used to being hit quite that hard. You follow the punch up by snapping the same fist upward, grazing past her chest just enough to tear open the front of her shirt and spill her tits free before your knuckles impact her chin. Unlike the impact to your own jaw, this strike lifts her off her feet and sends her toppling backwards, thudding to the ground on her back with her heavy bare breasts wobbling amidst the shreds of her shirt.\n\n"Bitch," you growl, moving towards her and grabbing at her belt while she's still stunned, yanking her over and then hauling her up onto her knees. The program will recall you shortly now that the mission's failed but you haven't been defeated, but before it does you're definitely going to punish this uppity player for daring to not let you win. Your suit shifts to free your cock as you shove up the back of Tifa's skirt and grab her panties, yanking them down around her thighs and half-tearing them as you do. She's just starting to struggle as you move forward, then roughly jam your cock into her ass, Tifa crying out loudly, almost interrupting herself with a yelp as you grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, snarling in her ear as you start pounding her ass roughly. "Where the fuck you get off not letting me turn you into my fucktoy, huh?" You give one of her large, jiggling breasts a good slap from the side, making her yelp again. "Don't you know you're supposed to lose this game, whore?!"\n\n"Nnnh, nnh, s-stop," Tifa groans, but unfortunately for her, one of the aspects of your 'cheat programming' is that anyone who gets fucked by you can't help but enjoy it. So even as you roughly rape her ass and yank on her hair and slap her jiggly tits and round butt, making her yelp and whimper, you can feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, practically soaking your balls where they're still hugged by the tight, thin material of your suit, sending dribbles of her arousal sliding down the surface of it as well as her own inner thighs. "Stop, please, I, nnnh, I-!"\n\n"Cum from getting raped in the ass, slut," you snarl angrily, just before she does, Tifa arching her back hard and crying out, her tight hole gripping hard around you. Grunting, you thrust forward hard and start dumping your load deep inside her, leaving her shuddering and twitching... right before you find yourself back in the mission room, kneeling on the floor with your cock out and spurting a few last ribbons of jizz onto the floor for the servant droids to clean up.\n\nDammit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

"I gotta go," you say a bit sadly, before grinning again. "But I live with Alina, you can get her fairyvision thingy from someone and give me a call, or come by, okay? I only just moved in or I'd let you know myself."\n\n"Alright. Have a good day," he says with casual cheer, giving you another brief frenching before standing up and walking off, clambering back down the rock.\n\nYou hum cheerfully to yourself as you flutter down to the water's edge to rinse off, getting clean quite easily. You retrieve your shirt but decide it's too nice a morning to put it on as you make your way back home. You alight on the porch and notice that the door's hanging open a bit... Alina must have unlocked it sometime this morning. You trot on in, not at all surprised when you see a chipmunk guy fucking her on the couch, his feet still on the floor and hers in the air as he pounds her pussy and makes her squeal.\n\nWithout a second thought you drop your shirt and walk over to kneel behind him, leaning in to start sucking and licking at his fur-covered sack. It's not as big as Nick's, but it is very nice, and you really enjoy his louder moans as he keeps pumping his prick into Alina's cunt. You move up to instead start tonguing at the puckered ring of his ass, and that makes him yelp and jerk forward, pressing deep into your friend's pussy. His body twitches and shudders, and you can see some dribbles of white escaping around where his pole is spreading Alina's pussy. Ooo, that looks fun!\n\nOnce he pulls out and back a bit, you move forward and lay down on top of Alina, your tits and hers pressing together as you give her a quick, deep kiss. "Morning, Alina!"\n\n"Morning, Aerica!" she chirps back, apparently completely unsurprised to find you acting like a full fairy. "I was gonna make breakfast but then David stopped by and I got interrupted."\n\n"Hi, David," you say cheerfully, looking over your shoulder at him as he pushes his cock into your pussy.\n\n"Morning," he says through a pleasured grunt as he begins pumping into you, his hands squeezing at your slender hips. You turn your own attention back to kissing Alina and rubbing your body against hers as the chipmunk fucks you, his hands wandering over both your bodies as he does. It's actually not that long before he gives you your very first creampie, and you squeal delightedly into Alina's mouth as that sets off a wonderfully intense orgasm, your body bucking and twisting atop your friend's.\n\nAs David pulls out of you, you break the kiss and glance over your shoulder again. "Gonna stay for breakfast?"\n\n"Nah," he murmurs in a tired tone, giving you a wave as he stands up, wobbling a bit. "Thanks, though. I'll see you later."\n\n"Later!" you and Alina call out in stereo, before you reverse position so that the two of you can sixty-nine and go to work slurping and licking the cum out of one another's pussies. You cuddle down atop her even as you dive your tongue inside her, looking for every bit of creamy, delicious jizz to supplement the coming breakfast. Eventually though she nudges you to roll off of her, and the two of you stand and trot into the kitchen to work on preparing things.\n\n"What a nice morning," Alina comments happily. "I'm glad you decided to go out and become a full fairy, Aerica!"\n\n"Me too!" you agree enthusiastically, having honestly forgotten that that's not <i>quite</i> what happened.\n\n"I suppose we should go tell Queen Tania that you won't be needing to go back where you came from now, though," she muses, munching on a spoonful of toasted grains.\n\n"Where I came fro-? Oh! Right, I guess that's true."\n\nAnd in due course, the two of you set off. You decide to go naked until you can find an outfit you really like, your shirts just not that appealing to you anymore. You're a little underdressed by even fairy standards since you haven't made or gotten any jewelry yet, but no one really notices or cares... in fact everyone seems absolutely delighted to see you, waving and calling out greetings. Actually now that you think about it, they might have done that yesterday and you just didn't notice, which seems silly but oh well. Soon the two of you are in the Queen's chambers again, Tania eyeing you in bemusement.\n\n"Well, I suppose I should have known this would happen. I most likely should have had you placed in a room here in my home and guarded more carefully so that you wouldn't wind up making a decision you would regret."\n\n"Regret?" You blink curiously, exchanging confused glances with Alina. "Your majesty, what would I have to regret?"\n\n"Nothing, apparently. Ah well, that's just the way of it. Welcome to my kingdom in full, Aerica, may it be a long and happy life in my service."\n\n"Thank you, my queen!"\n\n"In any event, I suppose that means that you'll be needing employment." Queen Tania lifts a finger to her lips as if considering. "Well, I'm sure Alina would like you to be put on the [[Meadow Patrol|MiniEricplaceholder]] with her... normally we would not need as many fairies on such light duty, but considering your circumstances, and the continuing machinations of my sister, you would be more than welcome to such a position. Speaking of my sister, your particular circumstances would make you ideal for carrying out a [[secret mission|MiniEricplaceholder]] I have in mind involving her. Or, if you would prefer easier and safer service under my care, I could use another [[handmaiden|MiniEricplaceholder]]... while you have no clue why I would feel any sense of guilt over what happened, I do feel the need to offer you easy, happy service in recompense. Of course, if none of that suits you, you are perfectly free to [[seek employment elsewhere|MiniEricplaceholder]]... the shops and stores below are almost always in need of employees, of late."

Evan really isn't getting into the spirit of this at all! In fact he's bordering on being a party pooper! Did he think he was going to show up and just look good while doing a bit of mild swinging? His wife was certainly eager enough to be the entire party's cumdump for the evening, but here he is pouting!\n\nClearly something needs to be done! Evan needs-\n\n<hr>\n[[-to spend the night watching.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[-a mouthful of cock.|BuddyOct]]

For answer, you reach out and grab her shoulder, turning her around and bending her over, Kate gasping a little in shock and delight at the sudden dominant treatment. You press the middle of the strip right up against her brown pucker, rubbing it in all around the edges to make sure it's good and adhered, right up to the sides, and then work up and down, the olive-skinned woman squirming some as you make sure that the strip can't possibly be removed.\n\n"The first load of every single man to come through that door tonight is going to be dumped right in your pussy," you murmur to her in your practiced Satan Voice, delighting in how she shivers. "Every load except your husband's, that is," you add with a glance over at the wide-eyed Evan. "Evan will be the only man in this house not to fuck your horny little cunt a single time tonight... the rest will all do it at least once, and as often as they please after."\n\nKate is practically trembling with desire by the time she actually steps into the box and settles herself down into place, her breathing loud inside the confines as you lean in to cuff her wrists and ankles. Then you straighten up and lower the lid, closing it around her and locking it before grabbing the hand-grip and pumping it. Her displayed ass, with its off-limits taped pucker and dripping, glistening pussy, is slowly lifted somewhat and centered as the padding inflates, until it's fitted in taut, lifted and waiting like a disembodied fuckhole.\n\n"Ah, Bud-" Evan catches himself as you turn to look at him. "Um, Satan, can I... can I really not fuck Kate-"\n\n"She's The Fuckbox, until I decide to let her out," you correct evenly.\n\n"... Can I really not... use... the Fuckbox at all?"\n\n"Of course not. I don't want there to be any chance the kid is yours, after all," you answer with a smirk, Evan's face paling as he realizes you have no compunctions about tonight's debauchery carrying forward into the rest of the attendants' lives, if that's what makes for a truly wicked night. "None of the ones attending will know who they're trying to knock up, and Kate certainly won't have any idea who's fucking her. So the only thing that we'll know for certain is that it's not yours."\n\nBefore Evan can protest any further, there's another knock at the door, and you move to answer it. The solo man on your doorstep has gone for 'gimp' attire for the most part, although he's temporarily covered up his leather hotpants and various straps with a long coat, but gone ahead and worn the mask. You recognize him by his eyes, but before he can speak you hold up a finger across your smirking lips. He clearly understands, even if he's a bit puzzled, and steps inside, discarding his coat in the corner. Of course his eyes light up as he spots The Fuckbox, and ignoring you and Evan he quickly crosses over, opening the front of the leather hotpants. Only seconds after his arrival, he's pumping away at the Fuckbox's glistening, dripping pussy, keeping silent as directed while doing so, even as he takes hold of the built-in grips for better balance.\n\nYou look over at Evan's wide eyes and somewhat slack face as he watches the spectacle. Hm, what next...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Humiliate Evan a little further.|BuddyOct4x5]]\n\n[[Order him to the party proper.|BuddyOct4ax1]]

Returning his grin, you call out, "All hail King Wick!" while thrusting a fist in the air.\n\n"King Wick of the Starless Night, first of his name!" Liyal adds, pumping both fists in the air while doing a short jump.\n\n"Yeah, you kicked the old king's ass!" Kama shouts happily.\n\nLooking even more pleased with himself to judge by the motion of his tail, Wick exchanges smiles with Meridia before turning around to address the court. "Well, is this a coronation party or isn't it?" he says in that soft voice that's as smooth as his fur. "One of you tend the old king's wounds and put him in secure chambers, while the rest of you help get this party started."\n\nAnd what a party it is! Wick's defeat of King Rorn by a combination of both combat prowess and magic spreads through the city rapidly, apparently impressing rather than enraging the occupants. From the glimpses you catch on your way through, it looks like Beastmen enjoy any excuse for a massive celebration... everywhere you go there's tons of food and drink (both of which are being given away, apparently with the promise the new king will compensate them for it), dancing around fires and in the streets, Beastmen fucking their female slaves or, in many cases, each other, the sight of it leaving your face increasingly red and your pussy increasingly wet, especially after a good few mugs of the various alcohols that the beastmen have either raided or made.\n\nIn fact you're sitting and sipping from one of said mugs as you watch Kama getting spitroasted by a tigerman and a leopardman, when one of the guards walks up to you. From the way his loincloth is in disarray and sticking to his cock in a few places it's clear he probably stopped mid-mission to get his dick wet, but you're not one to call him on his lack of professionalism, at least not at the moment. "The king wants to see you, please, Mistress Cyan," he says, the politeness a bit awkward as if he'd needed to be coached to it.\n\nYou follow him back through the (almost literally) riotous party, back to the temple-stairs and up, back down a shorter flight of stairs and up another one into what's apparently being used as the palace. The guard shows you into a large room that has a rather marvelous view of the jungleforest out its large glassless window and from its impressive stone balcony, and which has been outfitted in a rich if rather eclectic and somewhat savage style, elegant silk banners on the wall mingling with a large pile of furs in place of a mattress on the stone slab of a bed. (Animals from the forest, or defeated challengers for the throne? The thought might make you a bit nervous normally, but right now it just makes you giggle.) Still, as you stand in the archway of the balcony and feel the coolish night air on your skin start to sober you up a little, you wonder just what Wick wants to ask you.\n\nYou turn at the sound of the door opening and closing, seeing the new King of the Beastmen enter. Wick is still wearing the crown, but has now donned a white cape as well (though he takes it off and tosses it onto a chair almost immediately). He's wearing an embroidered sash of white and silver at an angle around his waist, and has added a few rings and a pair of bracers as well, but otherwise hasn't bothered to cover up, his balls and sheath still proudly displayed and just as large as they were earlier today.\n\n"That's, ah..." Still a bit drunk, you struggle for a moment to deal with the sudden rush of both awkwardness and arousal you feel. "That's some duration on the buff spells."\n\nWick laughs very softly, the sound sending just a bit of a thrill up your spine. "Meridia quickly went through the storerooms and found items to replicate their effects," he explains, holding up his hands to show off the rings and giving his hips a slight shift, making his balls wobble gently. "It wouldn't do for the Masters to see their new king's muscles disappear. Nor for them to see him turn into a small, mute fox, mm?"\n\n"Right. Right, obviously." You clear your throat, rubbing at your upper arm with one hand before realizing you're doing it and trying to appear nonchalant, folding your arms over your chest instead. "So, what's up? I figured you'd be partying all night and we'd all start making proper plans in the morning."\n\n"We'll make more thorough plans then, of course," he agrees with a nod, one ear flicking a bit above his crown. He steps closer, and you try not to lick your lips as you get a scent of him... that same kind of warm, wild scent he had when he was just a fox, but also something... deeper, more masculine, more... just more. "But there was something I wished to establish on my first night as king," he continues, that soft, low voice lowering a bit more as he stares into your eyes, then raises his hands to rest on your upper arms. "And that's that you should be my queen, Cyan."\n\n"... Ah?" Cyan.exe has definitely encountered an error and needs to close. You stare at him a little blankly, not able to quite process the furious tangle of confusion, elation, shock, lust, hesitation, eagerness, and suspicion that slams through your still half-drunk brain. "Er... I... what? I mean..." You try to gather yourself a little. "Um. Why? I mean, like... I figured... if anyone, Meridia..." you trail off, staring at him with wide eyes.\n\nHe chuckles a bit. "Meridia is my bonded one, closer to me than any family or lover could be. So obviously she would occasionally be joining us in bed," he adds casually. While you're still trying to add that to the processing queue, he continues. "But you, Cyan... your capable choices, pragmatic deductions, and support of me have brought us to this juncture. Besides... you're kind, you smell good, and your hands always feel wonderful when they touch me," he adds in a warm, purrlike coo that practically has you trembling with desire. "So, become my queen. Rule this little backwater kingdom with me, as long as it lasts. If it all comes crashing around our ears, we'll escape, and you and I shall still be king and queen of whatever few miles of land we happen to be standing on that day and the next, with Meridia at our side, and the others if we wish it. Be my queen, Cyan, tonight, tomorrow, and the rest of the tomorrows to come after."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh hell yes!|GGWar]]\n\n[[It's... it's too much!|GGWar]]

You have a large, awesome house that's fully tricked-out for partying, and it's one of your favorite times of the year for it too. Throwing your own party seems to be the logical thing to do!\n\nAh, but why just buy a bunch of food, toss up some decorations, and invite everyone you know? Nothing wrong with that, but c'mon... you can do better! In fact, you already have a handful of costumes that would suit each of the party ideas you have... and a judicious mix of alcohol and incense purchased through greyishly legal means that you've been guaranteed will help grease the wheels to party guests that will go along with almost anything you have planned. Between that and judicious applications of who to invite, you can guarantee a night that will keep you in warm memories when you're old and wrinkled.\n\n[[Tuxedo & Rose|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - Otherwise known as 'The Bachelor'. You and however many women you can get to come, and if they have one, leave their male partner at home. You as the only man at a party of possibly dozens of women... an impressive feat, if you can pull it off. But you think you're up to the challenge, if that's what you decide to do.\n\n[[Satan|BuddyOct4x2]] - You've got a fantastic outfit of the devil himself, perfect for hosting a BDSM-themed party... well, maybe not even "party" so much as "night of raunchy, sweat-drenched leather sex". You know enough people into the scene that they can get other people together and make a great night of it, with yourself as the Alpha Dom.\n\n[[Roman Emperor|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - This would be no mere sex party, but a night of <i>spectacle</i>. All the most wicked, perverted, lewd things your mind could dream up, acted out in front of as large a crowd as you can manage to put together. A stage of pure debauchery, with yourself ruling over it.\n\n[[Caveman|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - A whole "paleo-themed" party... tons of (rare) meat, lots of loud drum music, and of course no modern social moores to hold you back from fucking who you want whenever you want.\n\nOf course, on the other hand, there's nothing that says you <i>have</i> to throw a debauchery party. There are several completely innocent and non-pervy options that could make for a great party, too!\n\n[[Starfleet Captain|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - You know a lot of kinky people. Most of those kinky people are also huge nerds. But you can always put the focus on the nerdery instead of the kink. A night of sci-fi movies on a huge screen, themed food, drawings for movie props. You could also arrange a special twist to make the night even better!\n\n[[Spider-Man|BuddyOctPlaceholder]] - Well, you're starting to get older, and your circle of acquaintances ranges from their early twenties all the way to their early forties... it wouldn't hurt to have a party that people could bring their kids to. Sure, it might not be as cool or raunchy as even the nerd party, but hey, it's something good to do for everyone.

"Why, Kate of course!" you announce, grinning wickedly to show off your fangs. \n\n"Oh." Again, Kate doesn't seem entirely sure whether she's thrilled or terrified by the idea. And yet with barely any hesitation she's stepping forward. "As my lord Satan commands! And I guess I won't be needing these," she adds, reaching to start pulling on the ties of her bikini bottom.\n\nEvan several times opens his mouth as if to protest, but seems somewhere between flummoxed and mesmerized as Kate pulls away the shiny red material to reveal her smooth-waxed pussy and perfect ass. As she turns and starts to swing a leg up and into The Box, you give a 'tch' to stop her. "Not yet, not yet."\n\nYou reach over to a nearby table to pick up a shiny black strip, and peel the white side off of it, revealing it to be covered with costume adhesive. "The sign does say 'hole', after all. They'll only be fucking one."\n\n"O-oh." Kate blushes even more red. "Which... of my holes are you going to cover?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Her ass.|BuddyOct4x4]]\n\n[[Her pussy.|BuddyOct]]

The BDSM party, you decide, is just way too fun to pass up. However, to keep it from getting boring or lame, and in keeping with the theme, you decide it's going to have to be a once-in-a-lifetime BDSM party. One with a truly Hellish theme, full of pushed limits, corruption, and true wickedness. And so, as you begin crafting the invitations, you lay down a few rules for attending the party. Firstly, attendance is consent, period; there will be no safewords, everyone is simply expected not to damage anyone else. Second, what Satan decrees is law... as long as you're at the party, they must obey you, subs and doms alike. Third, everyone who shows up must come in and stay for at least an hour, leaving earlier than that will incur a "financial penalty" that will go towards paying for the next party. This puts the party firmly in the far end of the hard spectrum, you're aware, and you know you're taking a risk by setting the bar so high. It would be horribly embarrassing if no one decided to turn up, or if people became so offended by the very concept that they stopped talking to you.\n\nYou're actually rather surprised when you almost immediately start getting positive RSVPs. You'd expected people to at least need awhile to think it over, but instead people are almost immediately asking if they can bring <i>guests</i>. Apparently the scene in town had gotten a little stale and tame, and everyone having a one-night rough-around-the-edges Halloween fuckfest is just what they were looking for. It sounds like you're going to have a Hell of a Hell-party, and with that in mind you turn your attention to completely tricking out the house. All the furniture is replaced with black leather (albeit cheap stuff that you can basically afford to shove in a garage somewhere and never use again after it gets stained), making sure that everything is good sizes for people to be bent over, laid out on, and so on. And of course the bondage equipment is necessary, the X-frames, the cages, chains hanging from the ceiling, even some more elaborate getups like collections of bars, padded rests, and cuffs designed to hold someone perfectly face-down ass-up for extended periods. You hang cloth drapes over all the walls and set up projectors that will cast flickering red and orange light over them so that when the lights are out, with the addition of the various faux-torches and faux-braziers added to the area should provide plenty of light to see by while still creating a nice dim, fiery ambiance. To cap it all off, you commission a metal sign for the door:\n\n'Abandon shame all ye who enter here\nFor your soul belongs to Satan\nAnd your body as well\nThere is no safety tonight'\n\nSatisfied, as the afternoon of Halloween wears on, you set out the sign and then go to get changed.\n\nApplying the costume takes some work, which is why you've started a few hours early. You basically had to learn to do makeup applications, and as well as temporarily dying your hair black, you attach a pair of impressive black goatlike horns to your forehead and put in a comfy, no-worry set of fangs and some bright yellow contacts. After that comes the crimson body paint... the extremely expensive stuff, guaranteed not to smudge, smear, sweat, or run, and completely non-toxic, so no need to fear about it getting in your eyes (or someone's mouth or insides, for that matter). You apply it from basically the hips up, of course coating even your cock and balls with the stuff, and having to do some pretty impressive maneuvers and checks in the mirror to make sure you've gotten everything behind you. Then you pull on the shaggy pair of leggings and tug them firmly into place. The bottom of them end in hooves, with built-in supports that make it relatively easy and comfortable to move around in them. While you plan to spend most of the evening going full rock out with your cock out, you do add a simple flap-style black loincloth just to start the evening with. Some black press-on claws, and your costume is complete.\n\nShortly after sundown, there's the quick knock right on the plate of the metal sign that was agreed as the signal for someone invited. You open the door to find Kate and Evan on your doorstep. A married couple, Kate is pretty and olive-skinned with thick raven hair and bright almond eyes, and with a slender but very nice build, and Evan's not much different, albeit pale and brown-haired with blue eyes. Both have dressed for a night in Hell, albeit not quite so elaborately as you... Evan's got on a bandanna with horns sticking out from the front, leather pants, and some vaguely Satanic designs drawn on his chest and arms, while Kate is wearing a more standard devil-horns headband, but a very nice red latex bikini and almost hip-high black boots, and a red devil tail apparently stuck to her tailbone with costume adhesive (you're almost surprised she didn't go ahead and do a plug, since she's being daring enough to stand on the porch in that bikini).\n\n"Welcome to Hell, my fellow damned souls," you boom, and give a practiced evil laugh, before smirking and saying more normally, "Hey Kate, hey Evan, c'mon in."\n\n"Wow, you've <i>really</i> gone all out," Kate says enthusiastically, not bothering to be subtle about eyeing you hungrily even with Evan standing right there as the two of them walk in and you close the door behind her.\n\n"Yeah, this place looks great, man," Evan says enthusiastically as he looks around, then notices what's right next to the door in the entryway. "Hm? What's this?"\n\n'This' is what you've taken to thinking of as The Box. It is, certainly, a box, and not exactly a new concept in BDSM. The inside has a few restraints to keep someone in place, but that's mostly done by forcing them to fold themselves into the box itself. A padded hole on one side is just the perfect shape (especially once the padding is inflated) to let the occupant's ass hang out. Your own twist is the sign on the top, done much in the style of the one on the door:\n\n'Satan's first command: When The Box is occupied, all men must fuck this hole for entry.'\n\n"Oh my," Kate murmurs, eyes flashing a little in a mixture of trepidation and arousal. "That's quite a first command."\n\n"Mm, besides displaying just how hardcore this party is, by making someone stay in the box and get fucked by every guy that comes in at least once, it sets the tone," you explain evenly, patting one edge of The Box. "And takes the initial edge off, too. Lets people settle in and get some post-nut clarity heading into the party proper."\n\n"So who's going in that thing, anyway?" Evan asks, seeming more curious than anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kate.|BuddyOct4x3]]\n\n[[Evan.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Eh, somebody.|BuddyOct]]

The sort of "flagship" class of the troll race, Witch Doctors are fairly versatile spellcasters, having a lot of general utility spells as well as a smattering of healing and buffs. A well-rounded caster class, and one of the originals, so not a bad idea to see what they've done with it for the supposedly big update. You click on the class, and your troll's warpaint starts glowing, a necklace of claws and small skulls appearing around his neck, feathers appearing in his hair, his eyes gain tiny green flames in the center of them. Basic, but not bad.\n\nYou blink a little as a screen that's not character customization pops up. Traits? That's what all the hype was about? Doesn't seem like that big of a deal to you, they're just gonna be some stat boosts and drawbacks. Oh well, new dynamics are new dynamics. Let's see what they're offering.\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Hexcrafter|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Witch Doctor has focused on the crafting and weaving of hexes, curses, and other such powerful, lingering spells. These are far more intricate to set up and cast, but can be far more devastating and long-reaching than any other spell. (So your DoT spells will be more damaging but take longer to cast, gotcha.)\n

"H-hey, I need to exchange this, this is way too weird!" you blurt, looking back and forth. "Which way was the stand, I need to find that smirky dick again!"\n\n"Ohhhhh, come nowwwww, you'll hurt my feelingssss," the snake coos, twisting around to keep face-to-face with you even as you try to look for the tradein area you were just at, blocking your view.\n\n"Look sorry but I just want a cock that I don't have to argue with!" you snap back, shuddering a little at the sensation of, well, what feels like your dick moving around like that.\n\n"If that'sssss the casssse, we'll jusssst make it ssssoooo you cant arguuuuue," your snake-dick answers in an overly reasonable tone.\n\n"What do you mean? Hey, what's that?" you ask, as its eyes begin to swirl with purple, red, and yellow spirals. "Oh come on are you... seri-... -ous..." Your head wobbles a little in place, and you find yourself gradually slumping back against the wall as tension bleeds out of your body. "Uh... ummm..." Your lips curl up a little as every bit of anxiety and worry gradually drains out of you... it feels so good to stare into those swirling, deep eyes and feel your mind drift away inside them.\n\n"Therrrre we gooooo... that'sssss a good girrrrl," your cock coos, before turning and pointing itself back towards the party. "Now, come aloooong, we need to find ssssomething to ssssstick me in!"\n\n'I've heard of being led around by your dick but this is ridiculous,' some distant part of your brain thinks, prompting you to giggle inanely as you push away from the wall and settle into a slight slump forward, your arms dangling limp and swaying (along with your tits) as you start shuffling forward, following the lead of your snake-dick as it goes on the prowl.\n\nYou get plenty of stares and double-takes as you go past... apparently a barely-clad woman with a large white snake protruding from the front of her crotch is pretty out there even for this party. It apparently spots its target fairly quickly, though, tugging on you to aim you towards a tall woman with a blonde ponytail, wearing a blue bodysuit with black accents and some pink glowy bits, the shiny material leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination, even clearly outlining her labia and nipples as she turns around to face you at your approach and gives a little start.\n\n"Uh, whoa... hey, I know this party gets wild and all, but I'm not quite into <i>that</i> level of stuff, I-" Samus had raised her hands to ward you off, before her head jerks a little at the snake's head raising up level with it... then she just stares. And gradually her hands lower, arms dropping to her sides. You actually think you can catch some swirls in her eyes too... either that or it's the reflection of the snake's eyes.\n\n"You were ssssssaying that you'd loooove to go to a room and fuck, yesssss?" your cock prompts her, giving that sibilant snicker again as it does.\n\n"Yeah," Samus answers with a little faint smile of her own, shoulders slumping as she turns around, settling into the same slouched-forward shambling walk you're using. "Room. Fuck."\n\nThe two of you make your jangly-gaited way towards the stairs, with you in your airy, dissociated state not able to think much beyond how nice her ass looks in that bodysuit. Samus precedes the two of you up the stairs and into one of the rooms, where she obeys your cock's order to strip, running a hand down the front of her suit to open it, then peeling it off, her own large tits wobbling and jiggling as she squirms her way out of the thing.\n\n"Now, on your kneesssss," your cock instructs, waiting until Samus has done so to wind its way through the air and press to her lips, flicking its tongue across them. She obeys some unspoken part of its commands and opens her mouth, licking at its blunt muzzle as she raises her hands to start stroking its sinuous, writhing body as she sucks and kisses at its face.\n\nThough you're still just standing there slumped and with a brainless smile on your face, you're still processing everything, and it feels quite wild. Samus's hands on the snake's body definitely do feel like she's stroking your cock, but more than that, you can taste her mouth and lips every time the snake flicks its tongue out, smell her through it. You have a much greater sense of being enfolded in her hot, wet mouth as she slides her lips over the tip of the snake's muzzle and starts bobbing her head, actually trying to stuff the whole thing in, as if she were not just sucking your cockhead but as if your own head were getting wrapped in her sucking mouth and slurping tongue. When your cock starts working its body, thrusting itself further in and down her throat, you can not only watch Samus's slender throat bulge obscenely from the outside, but feel it wrapped around the snake-dick's body as if it were your own body.\n\nAfter several minutes of throat-fucking Samus all of its own accord, your cock pulls out of her mouth, smirking as her spit drips from its pale body. "On the bed and sssspread, ssssslut." Samus gives the same airy, vague smile that's on your own face as she rises and moves to do just that, crawling up onto the bed on all fours, her ass wiggling at you and pussy framed by her thighs, before she flops onto her back with a wobble of her tits and spreads her legs wide. Your cock tugs you forward as it moves its head, slithering through the air to guide you in shuffling up onto the bed as well. It nudges its muzzle against her dripping pussy, and again you're treated to the smell and taste of her sex as well as the feel of it being nudged open around your cockhead. Then your snake-dick plunges itself deep into her, bulging up her belly with its outline in a single deep thrust.\n\n"Uwaaaaah!" you and the blonde squeal out in perfect unison, your faces taking on identical expressions of mindless pleasure as your eyes roll and tongues loll out, small smiles turning into brainless grins. Obeying the unspoken commands of your dick and master, you reach forward to grab Samus's tits, squeezing them and letting your fingers sink in, and she copies the motion, reaching up to shove the straps of your outfit aside and grip your own tits, both of you holding on to them as if needing the grip as your cock writhes and twists and fucks itself into her, spreading her dripping pink pussy wide around it. You've never felt anything like this, the feeling of a pussy being stretched so wide and tight around your cock, but also the sensation of tasting and smelling it and feeling it all around your body even as you're fucking it... not that you have a single bit of control over the fucking.\n\nYou're not even sure how long it goes on... you know you've cum several times, but it's more from the pleasure you're feeling hitting such a peak that your body reacts, twitching and bucking and writhing rather than any sense of actual release. Your pussy has completely and thoroughly soaked the tiny little panties you're wearing, and most of the rest of your outfit has just fallen off through the writhing and bucking of your body. When your cock finally pulls itself out of Samus and draws you away and off the bed, the blonde is left laying there, limp and twitching, face still a rictus of shameless, slutty pleasure with her tongue lolled out, legs spread to show off her gaping pussy that's still visibly shivering with aftershock orgasms. She's obviously been rendered completely insensate by the experience... oddly enough, you actually feel a little bit more clearheaded, able to stand up straight, albeit a bit wobbly on rubber knees and pussyjuice-soaked thighs.\n\n"Welllll, that wassss quite fuuuun!" your cock declares cheerfully. "Ssssshall we go find another?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Sure!|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Wait, what about Samus?|BuddyFHP]]

"Yes," you whisper in reply almost instinctively, before you've even really thought about it. "Yes, absolutely, they're yours, please, with my compliments."\n\n"WHAT?!" Amana cries, the others similarly shouting their disbelief and outrage. "Cyan, how could you say tha-!"\n\nHer words are cut off as they turn into a long, equine whinny instead, her eyes going wide and hands clapping to her throat at the completely animal sound that emerges. She tries to speak again, only to have it come out as a snort, then another distressed whinny as she tries again. The other three are all the same... you have no idea what they're saying, if they're pleading for mercy or just cursing your name, because all that comes out of their mouths are neighs, whinnies, and nickers. Whether they'd also try to physically attack you quickly becomes moot as their bodies start to twitch and jerk, hunching forward, Thurkar thudding forward onto his hands, claws on both them and his feet dragging against the stone as his muscles twitch, growing leaner, arms lengthening and pushing him upwards as he tosses his head, letting out a roar-like whinny. Bane drops to all fours as his body twitches, and grows, his ass expanding more rapidly than the rest of him, showing off his shrinking cock and the beginnings of something puffy and dark between it and his puckering, thickening asshole. Shae too is on all fours, her body rocking as her limbs gradually change shape, soft, short black fur spreading out from her scalp as her hair grows down her back, more visibly as her leathers pop open around her expanding ribcage.\n\nAmana raises her shaking hands, perhaps hoping to cast some spell to ward off her transformation, only to find that her fingers have already fused together, nails growing thicker and darker as they spread over the tips. She topples forward as her shifting legs and hips force her to do so, her new forehooves clacking on the stone with a surprisingly metallic sound. She bucks and twists as her body expands, robes tearing away to show her hefty red tits dangling and swaying beneath her, but gradually growing smaller as her chest widens, growing into a thick, broad barrel. Her already horselike whinnies grow more and more accurate as her face pushes outward, her sharp canines pushing outward and becoming almost sabertoothed fangs that edge over the lips of her new muzzle as her horns lengthen and curl around like those of a ram. Her ass shakes in the air as it expands, quickly becoming thick, broad flanks as her red pussy thickens and grows rubbery, her asshole poking outward as it too gets thicker and fatter below her lashing, spade-tipped tail. Her red skin gradually turns into equally-red hide as she finishes rising up into a fully quadrupedal stance, her body becoming fully equine... in almost the same moment the flame-hooved stallion mounts up on her. She gives a long whinny of obvious shock as it thrusts its immense black horse prick into her, starting to fuck her big, rubbery mare cunt with hard, relentless thrusts, her animal pussy quickly reacting and dripping thick arousal onto the floor.\n\nShae is almost completely covered with soft midnight fur by the time she's pushed up onto all fours, a thicker ridge of it running down her spine, making her look like some cross between a deep mountains horse and a razorback boar. Though most of her body has already become that of a horse, her head is still mostly the same from the jawline forward, green skin showing as she tosses her head in denial. But then the celestial horse made of the night sky rears up and drops onto her back, stellar forelegs wrapping around her barrel as it stuffs a horsecock made of stars and galaxies into her fuzzy black cunt. You watch her eyes roll, her jaw clench briefly, obviously instantly overwhelmed by the sensation of being fucked by a horsegod. Every drive of its starry hips forward causes her face to push forward more, every slap of its celestial balls against her fur removes a little more of the humanity from her face, until finally she too is fully a mare, whinnying and rearing her head as she's studded.\n\nBane was the first to wind up completely naked, due to his growth shredding his clothes much faster. He is, after all, going from the size of a human child to something the size of a large pony. You watch liquid copper begin to creep across his skin, sliding over him like water being poured out of a pitcher. Everywhere it goes, it seems to speed and solidify the changes to his form, helping at the bulk and curvature of equine flanks to his ass and hips. It coats his asshole in a thick, bulging layer, and then as it passes below it shapes that puffiness into thick, gleaming copper pussylips, defined and twitching and polished to a mirror sheen. As the liquid copper closes in around the base of his tiny cock and balls, they finish shrinking away to nothing, the stuff having formed a pair of slightly-bulging equine udders as it ran down his stomach. The reshaping of his legs and arms has forced him onto fingertips and tiptoes, but as the liquid copper drips down those, it wraps around his hands and feet, forming hooves, smoothing out any imperfections. His neck stretches further and thicker as the stuff slides up it, before it finally closes in over his face, becoming an enclosing horsemask of living metal, its whinnies having a slight metallic ring as the metal mare is mounted by the silver stud, mirror-shined cock shoving into gleamingly reflective pussy and starting to thrust, heavy pale metal balls ringing against shiny copper crotch with all the music of a hammer on anvil.\n\nThurkar thrashes all throughout his transformation, giving those roar-like whinnies as his body stretches and reshapes, becoming more dragonlike as well as more horselike as his arms and legs reform. His long, draconian cock sways and shakes between his legs even as it shrinks, the thick tail that's pushed further and longer out from above his now larger, reshaped ass lashing... and then apparently instinctively swinging to the side and up as the pegasus mounts, not even waiting for the transformation to finish like the others. Thurkar renews his angry thrashing and roaring as the pegasus, obviously even stronger than the changing dragon, fights to control the motions with his forelimbs, his long, pretty pink cock jabbing at the quadrupedal dragon-horse's taint. As if sparked by the touches, the scaly skin opens, revealing a glistening pink pussy that the pegasus thrusts into, plunging in until its pure, snowy white balls slap against the shrinking, scaly sack still swaying between Thurkar's hind legs. The barbarian-turned-dragonhorse yowls as the pegasus bites and nips at its lengthened neck... and then, as its cock finally shrinks away, apparently submits to the powerful male, lowering herself on her forelegs to raise her hindquarters for easier breeding.\n\n"Your offer has been received," Sleipnir booms, drawing your attention back to him. You almost cum at the very sight... he was already a vision of equine lust before, but now he's unsheathed, and a pair of long, thick, bulging, throbbing horsecocks now come almost to his forelegs, twitching slightly beneath him with every beat of his powerful heart(s?). "I find these mortals to be of high-quality materials for the heads of my herd to mate with. They will make many, many fine offspring over the rest of eternity. What would you have of me in return, half-horse child?"\n\n<hr>\n[[To be fucked by him forever.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[To worship him.|GGCentaur5x8]]\n\n[[To join the herd.|GGCentaur]]

Deciding you'd like to get out of the 'burbs for at least a few weeks, you turn to your computer and peruse your email contacts. You have two friends that live in two different cities, and both have offered to put you up for at least a few weeks.\n\n<b>[[Capital City|FemCapitalStart]]</b>: It's a pretty typical big city, as far as you're aware. There's some urban decay, some crime, but also a lot of attractions and culture. Your friend Kirstin Harris lives in an apartment in one of the nicer parts of town.\n\n<b>[[Palladium City|FemPalladiumStart]]</b>: A big, shiny city that has a reputation for being safe and ahead of its time. Your friend Molly M. Majors lives in a townhouse right in the heart of the city, and just yesterday proffered her invitation. You've heard some really extraordinary things go on there, but you're not sure you believe any of it.

Sighing, you drop your hands away from your tits... and back to the chestnut stallion's balls, cooing softly at him as you play with them gently. "Don't worry, stud," you whisper as you watch his long pink cock jerk and twitch beneath him. "I'll let you go first tonight, promise."\n\nYou spend the next four hours continuing to tease your animal lovers, rubbing their balls, leaning down with your bare tits dangling so you can reach under and rub their sheaths as well. As the time passes and you grow ever more eager, you even lean forward and begin working your tongue over the Clydesdale's big, thick pucker of an asshole, listening to him snort with what sounds like approval. Well, you wonder if a female horse is quite capable of showing such devotion... hell, such worship... to her stud?\n\nIt seems to be forever before you can spot Bane showing up to take his turn, Thurkar ambling into his tent. Yes! The most humanlike, and therefore most likely to not have super-hearing, member of the party. Grinning, you reach forward to untie the chestnut's reins and then quickly trot over to a tree, leaning your arms forward on it and presenting to him like a beast. He's on you like a shot, leaping onto your back with a need driven near to madness by waiting. To reward him for his 'patience', you slide your back hooves apart further, lowering yourself just a bit as he thrusts forward desperately, and moaning eagerly yourself as his pink cock spreads open your thick black asshole and shoves deep inside. You begin moaning softly "Yeah, breed me, breed my fucking ass" as the dumb animal starts desperately fucking your rear hole, his big brown balls slapping your pussy and coming away spattered with your gooey equine arousal. You stamp a rear hoof a few times as a thoughtless expression of pleasure, continuing to give slutty moans and soft encouragements the beast couldn't possibly comprehend as he pounds away at your ass.\n\nThe feeling of him dumping a thick, properly horselike load into your muscular passage has you cumming with a low moan, giving a little buck back towards him as he shoves in hard, almost kicking your rear legs up in encouragement. When he pulls out and drops off, you make no effort to straighten up, taking Shae's dapple into your ass as well, biting your lower lip to muffle louder moans as the black and grey animal begins pounding your hole, moronically trying to get your asshole pregnant. It seems like he cums particularly quickly, but you still hit your own peak all the same, another shuddering assgasm set off by the feeling of having a horse use your hole as a cumdump. After that it's Amana's black stallion who mounts up, your black horsepussy dripping thick rivulets onto the forest floor every time his immense inky balls slap against it. And all the while the Clydesdale stands by, occasionally snorting and thumping a hoof, waiting to take his usual sloppy fourths.\n\nHowever, any patience he might seem to have is apparently exhausted by the time Amana's steed dumps his load into your ass and slips off of your lower body's back. Because the Clydesdale is on you like a shot, leaping onto your back so hard your legs almost buckle and then slamming forward all in one go, roughly burying his entire length in your ass and threatening to make you give a full-throated scream that you just barely bite back. He begins slamming you like he's trying to literally fuck your brains out and turn you into as much of a thoughtless brute animal as the rest of them... and for the moment it's certainly working, your eyes rolling up and your tongue lolling out, a truly brainless smile on your face as your tits bounce as hard as if you were running at a full gallop.\n\nHe fucks you so hard and for quite a good while too, that immense pink and black vein-covered shaft slamming your asshole, huge balls pounding against your sopping cunt as you lose track of your orgasms. He lets out an almost growling low whinny as he finally shoves forward and dumps what must be more than a gallon of potent horse jizz into your ass... then pulls back just enough to shift his hips and drive forward into your as yet untouched-tonight cunt, starting to beastfuck it just as hard, his teeth coming down in hard nips and bites at your shoulders and neck, each one darkening your skin and sending an orgasm shivering through your body. And once he finally slams forward and empties himself into your needy, wanting-to-be-bred pussy, he pulls out and shoves back into your dripping, slightly gaping ass and fucks it again, unrelentingly pounding you until he's yet again brought himself off.\n\nOnly once he's slammed your pussy once more after that does he finally slide off of you. You're barely conscious then, and only make a soft whinnying noise as Amana's stallion mounts up again, no doubt finding your pussy rather more loose as he starts fucking it again, through the squelching noises of your own arousal and a lot of Clydesdale cum. By the time the night is over, each one has cum in you at least three times, and you're a hopeless and complete horsecock addict.\n\n<hr>\n[[And then...|GGCentaur5x2]]

Boring, but probably safest for everyone involved, which is important to you. Plus it would probably bother everyone the least. The school agrees to pay for the ingredients, which means that you have to pick through the rest of the girls (and their parents, if they're agreeable) for who can actually bake. But you find enough people who can manage slightly better-than-decent cookies, cupcakes, and pies. The first few weekends of running the sale don't do particularly great, but then you manage to talk the school into letting you sell during lunch period and right after school, and before the end of the school year you're able to make the money handily. The weekend the training camp is due to start, the lot of you show up at the airport (in your cheer uniforms, as demanded by school guidelines for traveling to sporting events), before boarding the plane in as orderly and calm a manner as is possible for a group of teenage girls.\n\nWhen you come to, you feel hot, and wet, and gritty. Forcing your eyes open, you wince at the sudden brightness of the sun, squinting to let your eyes adjust even as you put your hands down and push yourself up some. Under your palms and fingers you feel... sand? You gradually open your eyes fully and look around. You're laying on... a beach. It looks like you washed up here, too, since your legs still have water lapping against them. You get to your feet carefully, feeling a little sore all over but otherwise not in pain... looks like you somehow managed to avoid serious injury. You look all around you, at the pale beach stretching out to either side, at the brilliant blue water rippling to one side, and lush greenery to the other.\n\n"... What in the world?" you murmur, biting your lower lip, tasting salt on it.\n\nYou can only vaguely remember turbulence turning into the plane rocking perilously, then people screaming as it suddenly lurched and dropped. Everything's all mixed-up and fuzzy, but at this point it seems obvious that the plane crashed, and you survived to get washed up here. But... 'here' is impossible. The plane's route wasn't going anywhere near any coast, let alone the tropics that would be indicated by the jungle greenery ahead. You could maybe imagine crashing in a lake and getting washed up on that sort of beach, but it's super obvious that the water is salty, and again, that's an authentic jungle to one side of you.\n\nStill. You're here. For the moment all you can really think to do is check yourself over to make sure you really are uninjured. You can't spot any blood after a quick check over the obvious places, though your face does heat as you realize that although the rest of your uniform has somehow come through unscathed (albeit rather damp at the moment), your bloomers and panties were apparently lost in the water, leaving you going commando.\n\nAlthough the heat of your blush does make you realize, it's very sunny out here. You're going to need to figure out something to do for shelter, or... wait, no, is that what you're supposed to do first? You try to think of anything you might have heard about someone being crash-landed that would make sense.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to stay put.|SKMI]]\n\n[[You need to search for drinkable water.|SKMI1x1]]\n\n[[You need to find shelter.|SKMI]]\n\n[[You need to find other survivors.|SKMI]]\n\n[[You need to find emergency supplies.|SKMI]]

It takes some serious talking yourself out of it, but you finally convince yourself not to put getting fucked by horses ahead of everything else. You've got a once in a lifetime chance to be a real adventurer, and actually fight monsters and score loot.\n\nBesides, there'll be plenty of times in the future where you'll be able to fuck the horses. And if you don't fall into the trap of constantly spending all your gold on gear just to go out and get more gold, you could retire as unimaginably wealthy in like a year. Then you can go buy a little ranch or the D&D world equivalent somewhere.\n\nA horse ranch. Where the main thing getting studded will be you. You giggle a little at the thought and recinch the pouch, keeping it tightly in hand and close to your body as you set off.\n\nIt's not hard to find stores that cater to adventurers around here, since it seems like most of the city does. They don't even seem incredibly surprised to see a centaur, though some of them point you to other shops that are apparently a bit better stocked for things in your size and needs (supposedly). In the end you wind up getting your chain shirt refit so that it actually hugs against your breasts and around your middle as well, dangling down almost like a loincloth in front, and fastening up the middle to make it easier to take off (or just open it and let your tits hang free, as you suspect you'll be doing most nights); you also get a bit of enchantment put on your bow to make it more reliable (you figure it was masterwork before, now it's +1 most likely), buy some assorted arrows, a sword, a magic backpack and a collapsible polearm. Feeling you're now ready for an encounter at about any range, you trot around window shopping until Shae eventually emerges from the crowd and leads you to the inn where the rest of the party is staying.\n\nOf course, you can't really go inside... the door's not set up for it. So you're left in the yard, with Bane bringing you dinner, and eventually being shown to the stable. Ah, what torture... not just the party's horses are in here, but a good eight more, and all of them stallions, filling the entire place with their musk, some of them even unsheathing, cocks dangling down at the smell of something like a female horse in amongst them. But even if there was room in here, the stable boy apparently sleeps in here too... you consider bribing him with letting him watch, since you keep catching him staring at your chest, but decide that's just too risky. Sighing, you settle down on the hay and have a somewhat restless night's sleep, but at least it's a full night's sleep for the first time in awhile. Which is probably a good idea, really, you have to admit to yourself in the morning when you feel rather more energetic than usual.\n\n"So when are we leaving?" you ask almost first thing when Bane brings breakfast out for you.\n\n"Yes, I imagine you spent the night in rather less comfort than the rest of us," he replies sheepishly. "So I understand you're eager to be off. Well, no worries. We are having some wizards teleport us near to our destination, and it will be only about two hours' travel from there. The journey back will take about as long as the journey here did, but hopefully we will have the funds to put us all up in luxury."\n\nAt this point your idea of luxury would be a remote glen and about six or eleven horny male animals, but you do appreciate the sentiment. Soon the lot of you are bustling into a large circle of pillars with four men in purple robes standing about them, giving the various members of your party various different disapproving looks. Geez, you'd think if they did this for a living they'd be used to adventurers, but apparently some people never run out of self-righteous glowers. They all start chanting in a way that sounds fairly bored as a glowing rune circle appears on the ground below you, and then in a puff of static that leaves a tingly sensation you're standing on a rocky plain with some mountains visible in the short distance.\n\n"Well, come along," Bane says cheerfully, mounting up on the chestnut you wish was mounting you and nudging him to a trot. You feel a sense of nervous anticipation wash over you. You're finally going to fight monsters! Just what a shame you couldn't... well. Nevermind. Still, when you all eventually get to the mountainside cave, you have to wonder if your cock withdrawal has you seeing things... but nope, there really does seem to be a big golden horse's head jutting from above the cave opening. "My my!" Bane chirps. "Why don't we just cut that down and skip the cave altogether?"\n\n"It's gilded," Shae informs him after a brief glance. "Probably pretty thin too. Just has an enchantment on it to keep it from flaking off, I think."\n\n"Ah, a shame. Well then, come along, everyone," he says, dismounting. "And try to keep it down to a dull roar."\n\nYou almost suggest staying outside with the horses, but don't think that would go over... you joined the party as a fellow adventurer, after all, not a horse-watcher. Besides, if they come running back out of there in five minutes it would be pretty awkward if they caught you in flagrante delecto with one of their steeds. So instead you try to keep your hoofsteps as soft as you can as you follow the others in... luckily the cavern is quite large, and gives you a good few feet of clearance even walking completely upright. Whoever built this place either liked their tunnels big or were very big themselves. "So what are we here to get, anyway? I forgot to ask," you whisper to Amana.\n\n"This was once a temple of a culture that has died out, but apparently they worshipped some sort of horse deity," the tiefling replies just as quietly. "But supposedly they kept quite a treasurehouse here, if my research is correct. Stores of wealth, artifacts, idols... as well as the results of their experiments in summoning, so we must be cautious."\n\nSoon the path comes to a split, Shae raising her hooded lantern to display a pair of pathways. One has a series of stars engraved on one wall, inset with small jewels to make them glitter. The other has what looks like a single large many-pointed star on it, the "tines" wavy like a depiction of a sun. "Which way?" she asks, apparently soliciting a general opinion.\n\n<hr>\n[[Multiple star path.|GGCentaur5x4]]\n\n[[Single star path.|GGCentaur8x1]]

The sign for 'Animal Adventure' seems to be the newest and to have a bunch of really glossy, exciting pictures on it, including some of people sitting in what look like VR pods. Oh neat, some sort of 'Planet Earth' type thing but with motion and all-around video maybe? That's pretty cool, you think as you head off down the path. \n\nYou find the building easily enough, since it does look a little newer than everything else. (Which is kind of weird, isn't WorldLand itself supposed to be fairly new? Eh.) You head inside, a little surprised that no one is at the desk inside the lobby. Well, maybe it's a 'guide yourself' sort of attraction. You wander down one of the short hallways, soon finding a room full of the 'pods' kind of like in the picture, although these have mostly opaque white tops on them instead of nature vistas. About half of them are closed, but the others are open, the insides showing a mostly reclined seat with armrests, the ones on the right side featuring a red button that says 'Press To Begin'.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's kind of weird there are no attendants at all. Go look for one.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Meh, obviously it's automated, just climb in and enjoy the show.|ALAA1x1]]

"Where am I right now? Sierra brought me here when I said to take me 'home'?"\n\n"Hm, interesting. I wouldn't have thought Cypher considered this home..."\n\n"Well, he never referred to it that way," Sierra chimes in. "He usually said 'the Meridian' or a few times 'base'. But I have it set as 'home port' in my systems, so it seemed the safest bet that's what he was referring to."\n\n"Ah. Well as Sierra said, this is the Meridian. It's a ship that Koro and I jointly own... well, I should say that Cyper, and now you since it seems reasonable, own a part of it as well. He bought in about a week after joining up with us. It's what's called a 'Half Moon' ship... a large half-oval generally designed for passengers, but we've retrofitted it with some sub-ship docks, prisoner cells, and cargo transport. We do a little bit of everything, with most of our income coming from Koro's and your... ah, previously Cypher's... bounty hunting."\n\n"I noticed Sierra barely fit into the bay we were in."\n\n"Yes, it's lucky she's such an amazing little navigator. We've been saving up some money to outfit her a larger bay with more room to maneuver, if nothing else to make servicing her easier."\n\n"I'm not due to be serviced for another 9,360 service hours!" Sierra's voice protests.\n\n"So say you. But also how long do you think it's going to take us to raise that kind of money and schedule the servicing?"\n\n"Hmph!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|Cypher1x6]]

"Well, I guess I've gotta ask at some point, but... who are you?"\n\n"Ah, well of course." She grins and sits back, folding one leg over the other and folding her arms under her chest, winding up pressing her black-clad breasts up and together. It takes all you have not to stare. "I'm Doctor Eia Trace. I have several specialties, among them robotics, engineering, and of course human biology. I'm the one that keeps this ship actually functioning most of the time with such a minimal crew. Luckily we have a number of robots aboard, so I manage to combine two of my specialties on a regular basis."\n\n"Where are you from? I noticed you have a bit of an accent."\n\n"I'm Atreyan. As was Cypher, come to mention it." She sighs dramatically and rests a hand against her cheek, closing her eyes and tilting her head. "I <i>had</i> rather liked hearing the accent again, such a shame."\n\n"Er, sorry to disappoint."\n\n"Not your fault, my dear. In any event, I don't exactly go on missions often, generally acting in a support role. I also typically do the talking to outsiders, neither Koro nor Cypher were very big on social graces, and Ami's a little inexperienced with other people."\n\n"And you're experienced?"\n\nShe grins rather wickedly, and you wind up blushing as you realize how that sounded.\n\n"Er, I mean..."\n\n"Oh, I know what you meant dear. But sometime we can talk about what an experienced woman can teach an inexperienced boy."\n\nYour brain tries to shift without a clutch as it tries to add that to all you're dealing with today, and she finally takes pity and waves a hand a bit, smiling. "Just teasing you, dear. Probably."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|Cypher1x6]]

"So if it's not too weird to ask... who was this Cypher Ceed dude anyway?"\n\n"Hm. I'm not sure how well I can answer that. Most of us have only known him for about a month or so... I think only Ami has known him for longer, and only by about a week."\n\n"I've got her beat by twenty-seven hours!" Sierra's voice chirps from a nearby panel, like a little kid bragging on having one-upped a sibling.\n\nDr. Trace rolls her eyes, then continues. "As I said, his life seems to have been roughly similar to yours. He left home at a young age, and wandered around the galaxy for some time before taking a job as a bounty hunter. Only legal, government-posted bounties, as far as I know. He was never particularly notable until five weeks," she pauses, glancing at the panel Sierra used to speak. "And twenty-seven hours ago when he found Sierra, which included the suit you're wearing."\n\n"Oh. Hey, how do I even get this thing off?"\n\n"The suit obeys a number of commands when you combine a deliberate thought with a verbal order. Though I wouldn't do that just now if I were you."\n\n"Huh?" You blink, having been caught about to do just that.\n\n"You can't wear anything under it."\n\nYou find yourself blushing. "Oh."\n\n"In any event, my impression was that he was a quiet young man, not particularly interested in engaging with much of anyone. He was a bit distant, civil, very good at his job and very fair. It was as if he was a bit of a broad archetype created for development. Ami was quite fond of him, but if I were perfectly honest..." She shrugs a little, breasts bobbling. "I think it was more gratitude than real affection."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|Cypher1x6]]

"I... want to worship you," you breathe. "You're just so perfect, so amazing... I'd do anything for you... I want everyone to look upon you with the awe and lust I do..." Something about that sparks a thought in your head, and you clasp your hands together. "Please, my god Sleipnir! Let me revive the civilization that perished here! Let me raise it up strong and powerful and lead it in conquest! Until the whole world is ruled in your name!"\n\n"Ohhh? An attractive prospect, and a worthy request," Sleipnir says, his tone of approval causing another small orgasm to rush through your body. "Very well, half-horse child. Present yourself."\n\nYou were desperately, desperately hoping he'd say that. You quickly turn around and raise your tail high, presenting your quivering, eager, dripping cunt to him. He's so big he barely even has to rear up at all as he moves in behind you, and you whimper in joy at the feel of him leaning in, his massive, muscular body looming above you, his heavy, masculine, equine scent all around you, the hot snort of his breath stirring your hair, the sound of horses fucking all around you. His upper hands envelope your tits, the huge things practically disappearing in them, every stroke and squeeze of his deific fingers sending boobgasms racing through you. You can feel one of his lower hands stroking along your sides and flanks, but not the other one... but he apparently had another use for it. Because you feel not one, but both of his immense cocks start to push into you, the flared heads spreading your equine cuntlips impossibly wide, and yet they engulf him easily as he just keeps pushing in. Your eyes roll in your head, your tongue lolling out, your mind going almost totally blank, orgasms like you never imagined before slamming through your body with every millimeter of his multiple-foot pricks pushing inside you, even your thick equine barrel bulging up with the shape of them.\n\nYou're not even sure how you can hear him, your mind practically battered into mush as he begins to thrust, driving you into a supernova-like orgasm with every stroke of his prick, but perhaps he's speaking directly into your soul. "I will give you a child from each of my cocks, little queen, both of my divine blood. One shall be a strong, virile male, to serve as the king of the renewed kingdom when he comes of age. You shall be his queen, his subject, his mother, his wife, and his slave. The other shall be a beautiful, fertile female, to serve as the high priestess of the renewed Temple of Sleipnir. You shall be her teacher, her student, her mother, her lover, her breeder, her worshiper. You will be the highest authority to them, as well as their property to do with as they see fit. The half-horse children born of the four mares you offered me shall serve as your generals, to lead your armies in conquesting the world, to show them the might of the equine and teach them to kneel in worship of it. With the wealth of this fallen nation entirely at your fingertips, and demigods at your command, you shall be supreme ruler of this world and slave to my children. All of this is my declaration to you," he continues, voice pounding through your brain as thoroughly as your orgasms as his strong hands grip your flanks and squeeze your tits. One of his hands raises to grip around your throat, pressing around your head, showing just how much power he has over you, and yet how tender he's being to the executor of his new world. "And now, I set this into motion."\n\nYour lips curl up in a worshipful, if rather idiotic, smile, your tongue lolling out as you feel him beginning to cum in you. The physical pleasure of your womb being flooded, your equine belly swelling and wobbling with his hot, thick jizz, is actually secondary to the mental orgasms of knowing that you're becoming pregnant with his children, children who will one day fuck you and lovingly dominate you like their godly father, as you bring the world to heel...\n\n... or rather, hoof.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCentaur5xEnd]]

"You mentioned that I, er, Cypher, met Ami about about a week before I joined up with you. Who is she?"\n\n"Ami is an artificial lifeform. Even her name is a reference to it... Artificial Menial Intelligence."\n\n"So you're saying she's, what, a robot? She's super-strong, invulnerable, immortal, all that kind of stuff?"\n\n"Not at all. First, 'android' is the more accurate term. And she's no stronger or more invulnerable than you or I. In fact in some ways she's more fragile... if you were to die, your brain wouldn't actually suffer complete death for several minutes, allowing you to possibly be revived. If an artifical lifeform like Ami ever completely powers down, she's gone for good... her neural latticework relies on always having at least some power, or it fractures and is irretrievable. It's true, some injuries to them, such as to their limbs or skin, are much easier to repair, and they do live about twice as long as humans do, without physically appearing to age... around 400 years or so, if they receive the proper maintenance akin to medical checkups."\n\nYou blink a bit. Wait, what, did you follow that right?\n\n"While Ami is as sentient as you or I, the law still essentially views her as property."\n\n"What, really?"\n\n"Well, yours, in fact. She is registered to you, or rather to Cypher of course."\n\n"So she's really fully sentient? She's not just, like, giving programmed responses to act like it?"\n\n"Turing Emulation, you mean? No, though it's possible to switch her to such, or to simply switch her to a simple obedience protocol. Most people do leave their artificial lifeforms like that... either it makes them feel better about owning something that could properly be its own person, or they just want blind obedience rather than relying on it choosing to obey." Dr. Trace scowls a bit at that, sitting back, apparently disliking the idea.\n\n"How did I, he, whatever, wind up with her anyway?"\n\n"Mm, I'm not sure, Cypher kept that to himself. You'd probably have to ask her."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|Cypher1x6]]

"That Koro guy, he seems... different... than what I'd expect around here."\n\nDr. Trace sighs, rolling her eyes. "Ah yes, him." She sighs and closes her eyes for a moment when continuing. "Koro's a Kruscian. Their people are genetically modified to be extremely physically powerful... some even have extrahuman abilities tied to energy generation. But their entire society is built around extreme directness. They consider being blunt a social grace." She rubs her forehead a little, as if developing a headache just thinking about it. "He doesn't really know any way other than straight ahead, full frontal assault... which, when you're as durable as he is, is an asset in bounty hunting. As long as he's on criminal property when he does his thing."\n\n"I guess he's not always on criminal property, huh?"\n\n"It can tend to put a dent in our reward money, yes. Oh, I suppose he's a nice enough fellow in the end," she allows, though she rolls her eyes again. "He's loyal, dedicated, respectful. Those sorts of qualities. He just can't restrain himself in the slightest."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|Cypher1x6]]

Deciding you shouldn't press your luck by doing any uninvited poking around (or stroking off), you instead relax onto the bed and let your head sink back into the pillow.\n\n"Hey. Hey."\n\nYou blink awake and look blearily at the dark-haired girl gently shaking you. She smiles as you wake up, standing up. "I got you some stuff. Ah... here." She passes you a pair of boxer shorts emblazoned with a hillbilly cartoon horse. "You can slip into these and come eat."\n\nBlushing a bit, you nod and slip the boxers under the covers, wiggling into them. Climbing out of bed, you follow the cosplayer over to the small table where there are several paper bags resting.\n\nOnce you've made your way through most of a large cheeseburger, you ask, "So, you know my name. What's yours?"\n\n"Rei."\n\nPausing with a clump of fries halfway to your mouth, you blink. "Seriously?"\n\nShe smiles again, though this time it looks a little sad. "It's a long story. There are a lot of those around here, more than you'd think."\n\n"Oh. Sorry."\n\n"It's fine, don't worry about it."\n\nAs you're finishing the combo meal, Rei gets up and wanders away, then returns after a few moments with a smallish gym bag. She tucks another of the bags on the table into it, then pats it. "I put your old shirts and socks in here, new ones are on the bed with your jeans. There's a little money, too."\n\n"Uh... you don't have to do that." It's all you can manage, rather dumbfounded.\n\nRei shakes her head, gently shooing you towards the bed to get dressed. "Listen, Eric, I know it probably seems hard to believe, but I've been right where you are now. It's tough, I know. And I'd rather not see you get out of it like I did," she adds a bit dryly, briefly lifting her skirt and flashing some white cotton at you.\n\nBlushing, you finish pulling on the Worldland-branded clothes and pick up the gym bag. "Is it that crappy...?"\n\n"Well, no. Not really. I have a lot of friends, it's not super hard work, and there are a bunch of benefits. It's just... there were some big adjustments to make." Rei walks with you over to the door and opens it for you, then fishes a card out of what you assume is a hidden pocket on her costume. "Here. This is my number... it's kind of special, works on any phone, directly."\n\nYou blink at that, glancing at the card, then looking up at her again as she puts a hand on your arm.\n\n"Look. I know you probably won't believe me, but... well, I'm kind of the real thing. I'm not just a girl in a costume. And now that you've had contact with me, there are... things... out there that will be drawn to you. If you start to think something's up, call me and I'll be right there. Okay?"\n\n"Uh... right." Eyeing her a little worriedly now, you head for the elevator, trying not to feel uncomfortable as she follows along. She trails after you through the lobby, then stops at the front door.\n\n"Just turn left and then head straight. About four blocks down there's a bus station, should be able to take you wherever you can think of."\n\n"Thanks for everything." You smile, remembering everything she's done, some of that odd feeling fading. "Seriously."\n\n"You're welcome, seriously." Rei smiles and pats your shoulder. "Take care of yourself."\n\nYou turn and set off along the nighttime streets. Apparently Rei's building is in a mildly bustling portion of the city... but only for about a block. Then the people wandering in and out of shops and restaurants become fewer and further between. By the next block, you're all by yourself. It's not exactly the first time you've been on your own on nighttime streets since you left home, but somehow you find yourself a bit on edge.\n\nIn fact, you could swear you hear an odd squeaking noise somewhere nearby and a faint, unearthly giggle. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle... but it was probably just your imagination, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it and keep walking.|HLSenshi1x3]]\n\n[[Call Rei.|HLSenshi2x1]]

You shake your head. Man, you're going as crazy as 'Rei' was. Real magical girls and stuff that goes bump in the night, yeah right.\n\nAnd that's what you're thinking as something wraps around your ankle and yanks your foot out from under you. You yelp and give a loud "oof" as you hit the ground, and are almost instantly dragged across the pavement and into the nearby alley. Your eyes go wide at the sight of a writhing mass of something black, starting to scream only to have it come off as a pseudopod of the stuff splats against your mouth and silences you, more of them hitting against your wrists and ankles and pinning you in place. As you struggle in vein, more indistinct, gloppy tentacles rip at your recently acquired clothes, tearing them off and leaving you squirming naked on the dirty concrete.\n\nThen the mass flops against your feet and starts oozing its way up your legs. You watch in horror as it smooths out as it goes along, turning into toeless feet shaped sort of like slender boots, calves and thighs taking on sleek, feminine curves. You wrench at the bonds, screaming into your mouthful of black goo (rubber?! it tastes like rubber?!) as it slides up, giving your hips a luscious curve and sliding over your crotch, engulfing your cock and flattening it out, replacing it with molded black pussylips between your legs. You can feel the stuff sliding inside you, coating your insides as it moves up your belly, shaping it into a girl's smooth one with just a slight hint of a navel, then bulging into a pair of full, perky C-cup tits on your chest. You thrash as it covers your arms, reshaping them as well, and then engulfs your head.\n\nA moment later the pseudopods holding you down pull into the rest of the substance now covering your body. You lurch to your feet since you've continued to struggle the entire time, staggering a little, then looking down at yourself, feeling the stuff continuing to do a bit of final touch up shaping on your back and head. You're still built about the same, just... a bit more pleasingly curvy, if you find girls pleasing. Your body looks like a naked girl's, but one cast from black rubber, like some sort of semi-detailed sex doll. You look up, eyes catching an old, slightly reflective sign on the wall. Your head is entirely covered, part of it shaped in some combination of a helmet and a pageboy haircut, with two sweeps that resemble buglike antennae coming from the forehead. Your face is almost completely covered, just the bit of a curve of a nose and impressions to form the suggestion of eyes. On your back is a... shell? Sort of like a ladybug's, sitting there like some kind of backpack.\n\n"Ooo, not a bad host!" You jerk around, whipping back and forth, the voice sounding like it's coming right in your ear. But you see no one, even as she laughs. "Silly! I'm right here!"\n\nYou try to move your mouth in a 'who are you?!', but it's sealed closed by the rubber mask forced over your head. But apparently the... whatever it is, monster... understands just fine. "I'm Rubber Buggy Bumper. I haven't had a host in awhile, looks like you've still got pretty good control over your body. Hm... that's okay!" the voice adds in a cheerful tone. "If I can get you to cooperate with me, that might be fun too! Let's see if I can provide some incentive!"\n\nThe shell on your back splits open, but instead of wings, a pair of long, solid tubes of black rubber emerge. The tentacles curl around, then plunge into your rubber-coated ass and your new pussy, making you arch your back, head tilted back in a silent scream as pleasure slams through your body like a tidal wave. You stagger forward and lean both hands on the wall, feet spread for balance as both tentacles start pumping, wriggling wildly in the air as they plunge deep inside your rubber-coated cunt and asshole. You can't believe how good it feels! Being violated shouldn't feel this good!\n\n"Oh, I'm doing that," Rubber Buggy Bumper chirps. "I've already rewired most of your body for pleasure, it's just my nature. Awww, I bet you're missing something though, right? Here!" With a giggle, the front of your crotch pushes out, quickly forming into what looks like nothing so much as a foot long black rubber dildo with molded veins and a pair of cast rubber balls under it. Another tentacle emerges from the shell, slipping around in front of you, the front taking the shape of a slightly cartoonish hand that immediately wraps around the thick rubber dong and starts pumping it. Your body jerks and twitches as the pleasure immediately goes into higher gear, miles more intense than anything you ever felt jerking off your real cock. All the sensations build, and build, but there's no release, leaving you trembling.\n\n"That's riiiight! You won't cum unless I tell you that you can!" The monster's cute voice lets out a long string of wicked giggles. "And I'm not going to let you cum until you agree to help me conquer the Sailor Senshi!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck, why didn't you say so?!|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[What?! Never!!|HLSenshi1x4]]

"Alright girls, here's the deal. When I turn off the screen, you're going to remember everything... you're going to realize you fell into a trance, and that I then gave you orders to obey me and be my property. This will in no way change the fact that you're forced to obey me absolutely. You are forbidden to try and communicate this to anyone in any way or inform them of your situation. You are also forbidden to communicate anything negative about me whatsoever. You are forbidden to run away or try and hide from me, you will always return home promptly after school and stay here until it's time to leave again, unless you've asked for and obtained my permission to go somewhere else, where you'll also promptly return from when you're done. You are forbidden from trying to harm me, expose me, or in any way cause anything negative to happen to me."\n\nYou wait until they've echoed back the commands, then grin and hit the power button on the remote, turning off the TV. All three girls abruptly blink, their eyes gradually clearing, before their expressions start to become unique again, Shizue going wide-eyed and putting her hands over her mouth, Motoko's jaw dropping, and Nanako's face twisting in fury as she leaps to her feet.\n\n"Y-you bastard! You think you can just get away with this?! I'll gut you and then feed you your-!"\n\nBefore she can get too far into describing her violent fantasy of reprisal that she can't carry out anyway, you interrupt her with an order.\n\n<hr>\n[["Shut up."|AustinJP]]\n\n[["Sit, girl."|AustinJP]]\n\n[["Cum."|Austin7x3]]

There's just a moment of shock on Nanako's face as you say the word before her eyes roll up just slightly, her angry words cutting off in a low moan as her hips buck and twitch, writhing lightly in place as her nipples abruptly stiffen beneath her shirt. It only lasts for a few seconds before she refocuses her eyes on you, stammering out a "W-what?"\n\n"Do it again." As Nanako's letting out a squeak and twitching in place where she stands, you glance back and forth at Motoko and Shizue. "Both of you cum too."\n\nShizue's eyes widen just before they roll slightly, her hands pressing more tightly against her mouth as she tries to muffle her moan. Motoko, on the other hand, seems to give in the moment the orgasm hits her, her lips curling up in a grin and tongue actually lolling out a little, back arching to jut her tits out and hips grinding against the couch.\n\nOnce all of them are panting and staring at you with slightly glassy eyes, their faces flushed and foreheads dotted with sweat, you look back and forth over all three of them. "I take it this demonstration of how thoroughly the hypnosis took has made my point? Now, I'd like to hear all of you say it. What are you?"\n\n"Your... property," Nanako almost snarls out between gritted teeth.\n\n"I... I'm... I'm your property," Shizue almost whispers, her hands now in her lap, eyes downcast and shoulders shaking.\n\n"Hhhha... hhhha... I'm your property," Motoko says, still panting softly. ... Hm, might just be your imagination, but of the three she definitely sounds the least upset about the idea... maybe even a little excited?\n\nHm, now what to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck one of them.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Fuck all of them.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Send them to bed.|Austin]]

Getting close enough to launch a single, decisive attack would definitely be best, you decide, and the way to do that is to play on the silly Senshi's sentiment. You pull your self off of the surface of the body, which is still mostly intact, especially on the outside, withdrawing inside his head, ass, and cock for the most part. You give your shoulders a roll, sighing at the feeling of being naked... oh, right, and not having any clothes on, either. Wouldn't do to forget that. You head over to the body's dropped bag and retrieve his old clothes from it, tugging them on and settling them into place. Turning, you head back the way he originally came, practicing human expressions along the way (and making some of the humans you pass give you rather odd looks in the process).\n\n"Huh?" The Senshi blinks bleariness out of her eyes as she opens the door a bit, then closes it, the sound of a chain rattling before she opens it the rest of the way. "Eric? What happened? What are you doing here? Where are the new clothes I got you?"\n\n"I..." You start, making sure your body's throat works visibly and tears well at the corner of its eyes. "I got mugged, and they were stolen, and-"\n\n"Oh <i>dammit</i>," Rei huffs, pulling you close and hugging you. It would be the perfect moment to attack, but you're distracted by just how damn smug you're feeling, and by the time you think of it she's pulling away, beckoning you. "C'mon in, I'll call the police."\n\nYou step inside and close the door after yourself, smiling as she turns away and moves to the bedside to get her phone. The girl is wearing a white T-shirt with some logo reading 'Life on Mars' and simple white cotton panties... not a bit of Senshi paraphenalia in sight. You couldn't ask for her to be any more vulnerable as you slip up behind her, it's just a question of what you want to do. You have some interesting ideas based on bits of pop culture you took while you were decimating your body's mind, but honestly there's part of you that just wants to shove her over the bed, yank down those panties, and shove twenty-plus inches of rubber up one of her holes.\n\n"Geez, you're not being mugged right <i>now</i>, do I call 911 or just look up the number of the police?" the Senshi murmurs to herself, frowning at her phone.\n\n<hr>\n[[Inject.|HLSenshi1x7]]\n\n[[Fuck.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

Quickly and silently sliding your self down your body's right arm, you bring your hand up and have two small rubber tentacles dart out, stabbing into the side of the Senshi's neck. She gasps and jerks away, staggering to the side and winding up leaned against the bed on one hand, her other clasped to her neck. "Eric?! What did you..." Her eyes widen briefly at the sight of your black rubber arm as you smile and give a finger-wiggling wave at her. Then they narrow, lips pressed in a scowl. "You... what are you?!"\n\n"The name's Rubber Buggy Bumper... just your average Anti-Mahou Shoujo Yokai," you chirp in your own voice, despite still showing your naked body at the moment. "Well, maybe not <i>average</i>, more like... exceptional!" \n\nThe Senshi snarls and starts towards you, only to gasp as her legs wobble and she falls to sit roughly on the edge of the bed. "What...?" She gasps a little, hugging herself as her face flushes, body starting to tremble. "What did you do to me? Why do I feel so hot?" \n\n"A neat little idea I got from your friend here while I was raping his brain," you chirp, easing yourself back out over your body and resuming your usual shape. You start to speak again, then pause and glance down. Making a little dismissive noise, you have the clothes slough through your body and off, dropping to the floor with a heavy *plap* since they're now soaked in liquid black rubber. "I injected a little bit of myself into you. That heat you're feeling is bits of me running through your bloodstream." You giggle a little at her horrified expression, then laugh out loud as she makes a few grasping motions at the air. "Trying to summon some magical girl tool? Sorry, I'm betting you read just a little bit too much like a yokai right now for it to respond to you."\n\n"You... you evil bitch." She's trying to put on a strong front with her anger, but you can tell that she's scared. You can almost <i>feel</i> that she's scared, from those bits of you inside her. The question is, what to do now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Assimilation.|HLSenshi1x8]]\n\n[[Reprogramming.|HLSenshi11x1]]\n\n[[Alteration.|HLSenshi6x1]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|HLSenshi]]

For just a second you feel yourself weaken, but then Rei's smiling face swims before your memory. Clenching your teeth as well as you can with a mouthful of rubber, you tense your fingers against the wall and do your best to ignore the near-orgasmic pleasure suffused throughout your entire body.\n\n"Aw, really? I guess I'll just have to step up my game!" Rubber Buggy Bumper's voice says with a tone of mock-pouting. More tentacles emerge from the shell on your back, grabbing your wrists and ankles and giving a sudden yank and twist, dropping you around onto all fours with your back facing downward, your rubber cock jutting up in the air, more tentacles bracing your back in an arch. You watch in shock as your rubber cock grows to something more like four and a half feet long, bulging fat in the middle, the molded black veins on it as thick as fingers. More tentacles wrap around it, encircling the fat length and stroking over different parts of it, while two more each stuff themselves into your pussy and ass. You throw back your head, thrashing in place, denied even the release of <i>screaming</i> at the intensity of the pleasure and foreign sensations. And it only gets worse when another tentacle actually plunges into the hole of your dick and starts fucking its way deeper and deeper inside!\n\nThe assault continues, your mind becoming foggy and incoherent with the pleasure that just builds and builds but never allows you to cum. And your tormenter doesn't just leave it at that, soon swelling the perky tits on your chest to the size of beanbag chairs and plunging tentacles into the thick nipples, while other tentacles squeeze them around the middle and poke and tease at them. You toss your head, wanting to wail, wanting to scream, wanting to beg for release, but the only sounds in the alley are the intense, overlapping squeaks of rubber squeezing rubber or plunging into rubber holes.\n\n"Just think, even how good this feels, it could feel sooooo much better," Rubber Buggy Bumper's voice coos, managing to penetrate through the haze wrapping around your brain. You can't even imagine how something could feel better except <i>release</i>, you're not even sure you remember what it was like to not be getting fucked to the point of madness. "But it can! Imagine how good cumming will feel! And then imagine how good it will feel raping your pretty friend the Senshi this way! You can make her feel juuuust liiiike thiiiis!"\n\nYou're sure that under the rubber mask shrouding your features your eyes are rolled up completely, your jaw clenched, drool trying to run down your face but all held in by the gag. You think you may have already gone a little mad, and there'll be no coming back if this lasts much longer!\n\n"C'mon, my darling host, give iiiin," the monster's voice purrs. "Agree to help me on your own! You'll enjoy it so much!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HLSenshi1x5]]

Some part of you insists that you not give in... you're not entirely sure you quite remember <i>why</i> it's important not to break anymore, but you can't break!\n\n"Tch. I was thinking it'd be fun to get you to play along, but I guess not. I don't have any more time to waste on this, I've used up too much energy as it is," the monster's voice says with a sigh.\n\nYour perceptions suddenly sharpen some as you feel a new sensation... something sliding into your ears. Your body goes rigid and trembling anew with the shock and horror of the realization that Rubber Buggy Bumper is actually pushing into your <i>head</i> now. Indeed, you somehow know you can feel it as the rubber slides inside and finds your brain, tiny rubber tendrils sliding across its surface and pushing in, violating it just like the bigger ones are violating your pussy, ass, and tits. You can feel her almost literally fucking not just your brain, but your mind, all the information... the movies you've seen, the places you've been, Rei's apartment location... devoured and absorbed, while everything about your self... your emotional connections, your warm feelings, your personality... are discarded and erased.\n\nThe tentacle pulls out of your cock, finally allowing you to cum a torrent of thick black goo in the moment where your last shred of self, your name, is fucked right out of your head. Your hips jerk, making your towering cock wobble and sway above you as it paints the walls and ground of the alley with the rubbery liquid. Gradually, the flow tapers off, the towering, shaking length starting to shrink as the tentacles in your pussy, ass, and tits slow and still, then start pulling out and retracting along with the rest, sliding back into the shell on your back. Your tits shrink back down to their original pert size, before you finally swing yourself upright and onto your feet, swaying back and forth with a soft *bwoi-oi-oing* noise a little before completely righting.\n\n"Well, that was a shame," you say with a little sigh, laying a rubber hand along your rubber cheek, though your face doesn't show any sign of disappointment. You like it that way, keeps your victims sort of confused. "I would have enjoyed tormenting him for a little while. But no help for it." You take a moment to examine your hands and arms... perfect as always! Alas, they won't stay that way forever. Eventually you'll assimilate more and more of the body underneath the rubber, and eventually it will be gone, leaving just you. And then, eventually, you'll collapse back into an ooze pile like when you happened across this little Senshi-touched runaway. That is, unless you can gather enough energy before then... and capturing a Sailor Senshi or two would go a looong way towards making sure you can keep your current cute shape, or any other you want, for the foreseeable future.\n\nYour host body at least knew where Sailor Mars lives, and that gives you the perfect in. She seemed quite well-disposed towards him, too, should you be inclined to do a bit of playacting. On the other hand, simple sneakiness or even more simple, straightforward attack have their merits too...\n\n<hr>\n[[Deception.|HLSenshi1x6]]\n\n[[Stealth.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assault.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

"Tell you what, why don't you switch to girl mode first, then we'll fool around?" you suggest, clearing your throat a bit and glancing at the bucket of water in the corner.\n\nRanma gives a negligent shrug at that. "Suits me." Without further ado he turns and walks over to said bucket, picking it up and upending it over his head, the water streaming down her body and making the silk clothing cling to her curves. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Ranma unclasps her shirt and shrugs out of it, tits wobbling with her motions as she leans down to peel off her pants as well. You hurriedly strip out of your own clothes as she starts padding over, the redhead grinning as she settles down on her knees in front of you, a hand resting on your hip and the other wrapping around your stiff shaft.\n\nAs if she'd done it a hundred times before, Ranma leans forward and slides your cock into her mouth, blue eyes slipping closed as she starts bobbing her head smoothly, tongue working over you. You moan loudly, resting a hand in that still slightly damp red hair and licking your lips as you watch Ranma suck you off. The motions of her body make those heavy, round tits sway just a tiny bit with every movement of her head along your prick. The normally willful and masculinity-obsessed martial artist opens her eyes a bit and looks up at you as she draws back, but just enough to lean forward, her hand angling your cock up as she starts sucking and licking at your balls, making you shiver.\n\nRanma slips your prick back into her mouth and bobs on it a few more times, before pulling back. "Hope yer plannin' to return the favor and not just leave me on my knees all day, y'know," she says with a smirk, flicking her tongue at the tip of your cockhead.\n\n"Mmf, sure." After all, seems fair enough to you. You draw back (admittedly reluctantly) and settle onto the floor, Ranma quickly scooting over and swinging a leg around to straddle your head. You have a moment of looking up at her hairless, dripping pussy before she lowers it down and settles firmly on your mouth. Mmmfing, you grab hold of her round ass, squeezing and feeling the toned muscle under the perfect layer of padding as you start licking and slurping at her, the redhead squirming and bucking a little above. Then you feel her thighs flex as she moves, her tits pillowing against your stomach as she leans in and once more wraps a hand around your shaft, the other now moving to toy with your balls as she starts working her mouth over your prick again.\n\nYou alternate between quick flicking motions of your tongue, long strokes of it, and stiffening it and thrusting it into Ranma's cunt as she likewise sucks and licks on your cock, the moans of her pleasure sending little shivers through your stiff, sensitive pole as she blows you. You feel a ticklish sensation of her bangs brushing against your balls right before you can feel her lips nudging around the very base of your prick, her tongue stroking and rubbing at you as her throat squeezes tight. Groaning into her cunt, you start working your tongue more eagerly than ever inside her, feeling her pussy juices trickling down your chin.\n\nBefore she can bring you off, however, Ranma suddenly pulls off and sits up, gasping a bit, the sound a little hoarse to indicate she's given herself some dicksucking-voice. You can only assume, though, since without a word she scoots down your body and then swings herself around to face you, smirking down at you as she rests her hands on your chest, her arms pressing her tits together, and rubs her pussy along the underside of your cock. Then she does a quick lift-and-tuck, before sliding herself back down, sheathing you inside her.\n\n"Nnnnh fuck you feel good," you groan, reaching out to grab Ranma's hips and urge her to start riding you, the martial artist doing so with a will as she starts bouncing energetically on your prick, her tits jiggling merrily.\n\n"Fuuuck your cock feels good in my pussy," Ranma moans back, her pigtail bobbing lightly with the motions of her working herself atop your prick, her hips bucking and twitching here and there amidst her movements. "This curse is the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, swear to God!"\n\nWell, seems that some lowered inhibitions and a good dicking were all it took to make Ranma reevaluate the outlook on the situation! You certainly can't complain with her pussy wrapped around your prick, squeezing it eagerly every time she drops herself down on you, her ass lightly slapping against your legs as she rides, her tits now jiggling merrily. She gasps and moans, biting her lower lip in an obvious attempt to muffle herself a bit. Of course, with the very nice buildup the two of you had, you can't hold back forever and soon you yank her down, grunting as your cock swells inside her and shoots long, thick spurts of cum deep inside the genderflipped boy's pussy. Ranma bucks her hips against you, back arching and lifting those lewd tits of hers higher as if displaying them, body twitching as she muffles a cry of orgasm down to a whimper.\n\n"Whew. Not fuckin' bad," she murmurs, smirking down at you as she lifts herself up enough to let your cock slip out of her and flop wetly against your belly. She leans back, sitting on your lap with her legs spread, showing off your cum dribbling from her creampied pussy. "For a start, anyway. I'm still horny, how about you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's keep going!|RanPP]]\n\n[[Let's add a third!|RanPP10x2]]\n\n[[Let's stop for now.|RanPP]]

"Let's go fool around with Nabiki," you suggest as you finish buttoning up your own shirt.\n\n"She does have some sweet tits, but I feel like I'm gonna wind up in about ten million bucks' debt if I feel 'em up," Ranma grumbles a bit, but obligingly wanders out into the hall and towards Nabiki's room, hands resting behind her head. \n\nIn the hallway outside, you touch the pendant, Ranma abruptly freezing in place with her leg outstretched in mid-step. The menu now has options for her, Nabiki, and Akane... both the other girls must be in their rooms and close enough for the pendant to register. You tap Nabiki's listing, and see pretty much the same menu you used on Ranma come up. Let's see, what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make the same alterations you did to Ranma.|RanPP10x4]]\n\n[[Tweak her inhibitions and greed enough that she'll do anything for money.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Do nothing, just force her.|RanPP]]

"Why don't we add a third party?" you suggest with a grin. "Kinda kick this fun up a notch."\n\n"Woo, damn, you're ambitious today," Ranma replies with a snicker, standing up and turning to walk back over to her clothes, her ass jiggling a bit and your cum running down her thighs. She gives her pants a shake to rid them of the last of the water, then pulls them on... not bothering, you notice, to wipe away your cum first, or to redon her boxers as well. Snagging her shirt and pulling it back on, she glances at you as she starts doing up the buttons. "So who should we hit up...?"\n\nYou ponder that as you pull your own clothes back on. Of course, with the pendant, you don't really have to worry about making sure it's someone the two of you could actually seduce... you can just make anyone as easy (or as hard) to seduce as you want! And, well, this simulation probably operates on hentai rules, which means consent is really more of a polite leadin to a good time than an absolute necessity anyway.\n\nSo, who to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanPP10x3]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Kodachi.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanPP]]

It's a bit of delayed gratification, but heck, if it's going to encourage the girls to completely cut loose, why not? "Yeah, sure, I'll pay," you answer with a shrug. Money's not really an issue, after all, you can spawn as much as you want from the debug inventory menu.\n\n"Great. I should probably change into some actual shorts, though," Nabiki says, standing and promptly peeling down the bike shorts. Ranma and you both watch in appreciation as she wiggles her bare ass a bit while working her feet out of the shorts, then pads bottomless over to her dresser to look for something more fitting for public wear.\n\nOnce she's pulled on a pair of denim short-shorts, the three of you don your shoes at the door and head off, Nabiki breezily calling some excuse about needing to go see someone who owes her money to Kasumi. (You wonder if Kasumi will assume you and Ranma are now Nabiki's hired muscle? Oh well, whatever.) After a bit of walking, the three of you board one of the city's various monorails and set off.\n\nThe train is neither terribly crowded or sparsely-populated... there's a fair number of people without it being a solid crush, and it looks like there are seats for those who want them, with some simply electing to stand for ease of boarding and unboarding. You wind up sitting with Ranma on your left, and Nabiki on her left, looking around at the crowd of sararimen and schoolgirls (in uniform despite it apparently being a day off school... you wonder if that's the sim program or just Japan at work). You notice that some people are staring at your companions, or blushing and trying not to stare... hm, are hot girls really that odd? Then you glance over and notice that Ranma is running a hand slowly up and down Nabiki's inner thigh, while Nabiki has looped an arm around Ranma and is toying with one of her breasts a bit through her shirt, and that both of them have incredibly obvious stiff nipples trying to drill holes in their shirts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage them to make out.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Just leave it be.|RanPP10x6]]

"I totally want to try out riding the hummingbird," you admit, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. \n\n"That's what I'd pick too," Kelly says with a grin. "Greg, why don't you stay here and watch just in case anyone else does come through for a tour? I'll take him back."\n\n"Okay. Have fun!"\n\nKelly leads you further into the exhibit, and around through a smaller side-hallway that's apparently meant for staff and volunteers. The two of you enter a large room without much in it other than the large blue animatronic hummingbird. One wall is green, the other wall is partly a window to the hallway outside, and the other two are obviously set up for it to be used as a wind tunnel.\n\nKelly rolls a stepladder over to the bird's side, as it's a bit larger than a horse. Before you go up she straps a safety harness on you, then helps you get up so that you're straddling the bird's back... it's mostly made out of some sort of molded rubber or plastic, you think. Definitely feels slick, more like a snake than a bird. Kelly gets you to lay down so it's more like you're hugging the bird's back, like the kid did in the movie, then clicks some carabiners to your harness from little recessed hooks on the bird's side. "Okay, you feel the hidden handholds up there?"\n\nYou wiggle your fingers around a little bit until you can hook them into slight depressions. "Yeah."\n\n"Good! Hold onto those good and tight, the harness will keep you safe but you might bruise a little if you just rely on it. I'm gonna go turn on the wind tunnel, you'll hear a series of beeps before it starts so that you'll know to tighten your grip." She wheels the stepladder away and anchors it down, then heads back out of the room. As she said, a few moments later you hear several loud beeps and the sound of the fan in front of you slowly groaning to life as it begins to turn. Soon it's droning heavily and spitting out a strong, steady gust of wind that billows out your loose shirts and pushes your hair back. The hummingbird's wings begin to move as well, until they're a near-blur on either side of you. You let out a whoop as you squeeze your hands on the grips. This is awesome!\n\nBut after only a few moments, there's a loud, disconcerting creak of metal. And then again. You feel the giant animatronic under you shift as you're pretty sure it's not supposed to. In horror you realize that the metal creaking must be the base it's attached to starting to break! You try to call out for Kelly to stop the ride but you're not sure she can hear you over the howl of the wind and fan. But surely she can see how you're starting to list and turn!\n\nWith an unholy snapping noise, the hummingbird comes free of the base. You brace yourself to go toppling to the floor or, worse, back into the back wall to be crushed between the huge rubber bird and the padded grating. Instead the hummingbird lifts up slightly, only going backwards a little bit. Then it begins to move forward, and tilt up... and then to <i>fly</i> up! Like a missile it crashes through the ceiling and goes soaring up above the building and into the sky... it's flying on its own now! You risk lifting up enough to peer down below you, watching the outline of Worldland and the surrounding city begin to recede into the distance. Then you duck back down against the rubber bird's back and cling tightly, your mind reeling. This doesn't make any sense!\n\nThe hummingbird flies on for what feels like hours. You watch the skies, but nothing like a plane or rescue chopper appears to help you. Several times you lift up and chance a look down, but you seem to be over a wholly unpopulated area, from the untouched look of the forests and fields below. It seems like you're getting lower and lower over time, but when the hummingbird actually takes a dip you realize what it lowering itself <i>really</i> feels like. You haven't been getting lower... the stuff below has been getting bigger!\n\nThe hummingbird flies low over a hilly plane of giant blades of grass and enormous bushes, until it finds a flower almost as big as it is. Despite its long beak being made of molded plastic or something, it hovers in place and juts the length forward into the bloom.\n\nThis could be your chance! You can finally get off this... malfunctioning or cursed or just plain <i>crazy</i> animatronic bird, since you're pretty sure you could at least jump to some of the leaves. On the other hand that will leave you in what's some weird giant land, with no idea of how to get back to civilization... you could have covered hundreds or thousands of miles, or even more for all you know!\n\n<hr>\n[[Do not like bird. Bird is suck. Jump for it!|MiniEric1x1]]\n\n[[Maybe now that it's found its giant flower it will turn around and go home?|MiniEricplaceholder]]

... Heck, why not? The counter girl with her long blonde hair in its cute ponytails and sitting out in 'public' in those lacey undies has got you fixed on her now, and you don't exactly have any real attachment to the girls. "Sure, I'll sell 'em," you whisper back quietly, grinning.\n\n"Excellent!" she chirps in a low voice, grinning brightly. "If you would, send them down the hall to room 101?"\n\n"Hey, girls?" you say at normal volume, glancing over your shoulder. "I need to finish paying and stuff, but she said you can go on ahead, it's room 101." Since their trust and loyalty of you has been set so high, neither of them seem to have a second thought, both girls setting off down the hall. Once they're out of sight, you turn back to the counter girl. "So what will happen to them?"\n\n"Oh, once they enter the room, they'll both be instantly darted with a fast-acting drug we use here," she replies with casual cheer, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She circles around the counter to snag your hand and lead you to the opposite hallway, the thong back of the panties showing off her round bubble butt. "It causes confusion, weakness, and heightened pleasure responses, it's quite effective on anyone no matter their actual strength or body weight. Then they'll both be fucked until their minds break and they're ready to be reprogrammed as obedient little slut-slaves. Of course, we'll keep them hooked on a variation of the drug, to insure no wavering of loyalty."\n\n"Whoa," you murmur, turning that thought over a bit in your mind as she leads you into what's obviously one of the fairly standard rooms, with a large, lush looking bed and a doorless bathroom with an oversized tub and clear-doored shower. You allow yourself to be tugged around and nudged to sit on the side of the bed, then lift your hips as the counter girl kneels in front of you, doing an efficient job of hauling your pants down, the blonde giving a pleased coo at the sight of your bare and mostly-hard cock.\n\n"Now, before I begin sharing the benefit of myself with you for your sale, Master," she purrs as she reaches out to wrap a hand around your cock, slowly stroking and pumping it as she looks up at you. "Would you like to sample some of the other benefits? We have some lovely chemical stimulants that I promise you will enhance the experience."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, why not.|RanPP10x8]]\n\n[[No thanks.|RanPP11x1]]

Eh, nothing really remarkable at the moment... actually, you slide your own arm around Ranma and start lightly playing with the breast Nabiki's neglecting. Let the other passengers get teased a little, won't hurt them or you.\n\nOf course, the three of you are walking a bit faster by the time the train stops and lets you out, eager to get to the love hotel and fuck like weasels in heat (or horny teenagers, but you repeat yourself). Nabiki leads the way and points out the building, a rather nondescript place that looks like any other tall building around it, and the lot of you enter. Inside it's a bit more obvious... purple carpet and pink wallpaper, and a large board lit up with images of various potential rooms. There's also a desk manned by an attractive girl who's wearing nothing but lingerie, a lacy black bra, panties, and you think a garter belt and stockings, though those aren't entirely in view.\n\n"Hello, welcome to the Sweet Suites," she chirps as you approach. "Checking in?"\n\n"Yes, thank you. Guessing I don't need a reservation?" you ask with a grin. You might not be this confident speaking to a mostly naked girl in a fuck-motel in real life, but why get scared when it's a simulation and you have debug powers?\n\n"Certainly not! Luckily we have the full array of rooms available today," she says, standing up a bit from her chair and leaning forward, both flashing her tits at you and laying out a handful of open pamphlets on the counter. "There's our basic room, which comes with all the standard amenities such as a large bed, large bath, and TV with a complimentary 'sensuality' feed (though ordering specific movies is extra). Then we have our 'Toy Chest' rooms, which come with a full array of fully sanitized and sterilized sexual aids and novelties for your use. Our 'Den of Sin' is currently open, too... that's our top-of-the-line offering in all manner of sensual diversions, for the very adventurous. And then there are our 'Assistant Rooms'."\n\n"Assistant rooms...?"\n\n"Each of those comes complete with an obedient sex slave!" she chirps cheerfully, as if that were perfectly normal. "Who will attend to you and see to your absolute satisfaction during your stay!"\n\n"Huh." You blink at that, shaking your head a little. Talk about full service.\n\n"Actually, we're always looking to expand the number of Assistant Rooms we have available," the counter girl adds in a whisper, leaning up a bit closer to you. "And those two you came in with would be wonderful additions. Would you like to sell them to us?"\n\nThat takes you aback, making you glance over at Nabiki and Ranma before looking back at the lingerie-clad girl, reflexively lowering your own voice to a whisper. "What... sell them...?"\n\n"Mhm. Don't worry, they'd be reconditioned to love it. But besides the very generous monetary reward for two girls with huge tits and fantastic asses, as well as generally nice bodies besides, there would be a wide array of additional benefits. Starting with me," she adds with a wink, reaching up to tug the right side cup of her bra out a bit and flash her pink nipple at you.\n\nYou find yourself hesitating just a little. As mentioned, money isn't really that big of a deal... but the check-in girl is really cute. And you have to admit, part of you would get off on the idea of the power trip that would come with selling Nabiki and Ranma to strangers... if you didn't have a little bit of that sort of mentality, you wouldn't have played in debug mode, would you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Rent a basic room.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Rent a Toy Chest room.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Rent the Den of Sin.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Rent an Assistant room.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Sell Nabiki and Ranma.|RanPP10x7]]

You wander closer to the general area where the mascots are entertaining groups of wandering people, mostly with small children. As you pass you notice a number of posters and other graphics portraying the characters, apparently to let people new to Worldland know who they're dealing with.\n\n<b>Herschel the Horse</b>: Looks like Worldland's main mascot, considering that big statue in the center of the park looked like him. Overalls, a straw hat, piece of straw sticking out of his mouth... not the most original character in the world, if you turned him into a dog.\n\n<b>[[Donny, Ronny, and Jonny|DRJStart]]</b>: Herschel's nephews, you'd guess, since they're a trio of horses in denim shorts and color-coded t-shirts. Again, not the most original thing in the world, at this point they're mixing and matching their knockoffs. Heck, they don't even match the naming scheme of everyone else!\n\n<b>Tank the Tiger</b>: Well, other than slightly evoking a certain cereal mascot, this one's a little more original, at least. He's a big powerfully-built tiger in a blue tanktop and black bike shorts.\n\n<b>Timmy the Tiger</b>: He's pretty small for a mascot... in fact you think he might be shorter than you by a little, if he took off the head. Is there an actual teenager in there or something? He's dressed up in a school uniform jacket and pants, and has glasses. Ah, must be Tank's "opposite" son, as y'do.\n\n<b>Jenna the Jersey</b>: More like Jenna the Jameson, you can't help but think as you notice the cow-woman's enormous rack, as well as a fairly sizeable bulge in her sundress that you guess is supposed to be an udder. Man, who thought that was family appropriate?\n\n<b>Ben the Bison</b>: A buffalo even bigger than Tank... must be one massive guy they've got in that suit, or he's wearing a lot of padding and is on risers. He's actually dressed mostly like you are, just with a completely white t-shirt.\n\n<b>Wendy the Witch</b>: Some sort of antagonist character, you guess? Some woman with a ton of thick black hair, and the standard broad-brimmed pointy black hat and black robes. Though you do notice that even from here she doesn't seem to be the "old hunchback" kind of witch, but rather young and attractive, despite her green skin.

"How are we... descended from a demon?! How does that even work?!" you blurt.\n\n"Well, a very long time ago, back in Germany, one of our ancestors was a witch," your mother replies cheerfully, as if quite proud of that fact. "She summoned an incubus to act as her familiar, but eventually the two of them fell in sincere love. That's a very rare thing that hardly ever happens, but the fact that they both loved each other without reserve allowed them to conceive a child together."\n\n"Wait, that doesn't even make sense. Wasn't that, like, hundreds of years ago?" You frown. "Unless we were constantly getting new infusions of demon, wouldn't we be pretty much entirely human now?"\n\n"Demon genetics aren't so much 'genetics' as 'concepts', as far as we can tell," your mother answers, wiggling her index fingers in the air a bit, her tail copying the motion behind her. "So once the concept of 'you're part demon' was in our family line it pretty much just stuck around, so any time one of us gets the trait we're always half-succubus or half-incubus, rather than 1/128th or something. Though admittedly, there are a few occasions where the line crosses back over," she adds while smiling sheepishly, brushing a fingertip against her cheek.\n\nYou decide not to think too hard about that, just shaking your head. "So you're saying that even if I have kids with a human girl, and our kids marry humans, and their kids marry humans..."\n\n"Yes, there's a pretty good chance they'll still be half-incubus or half-succubus. The big theory is that if no one in the family manifests for two generations then the concept's probably died off, but until then, we have to watch everyone to see if they manifest sometime after entering puberty. I knew your brother was a full human by the time he was seventeen, but I admit I had a feeling this could happen to you any day now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, dear," she says with a sigh, hanging her head slightly. "But like I said, I really hoped that it would pass you by, it's admittedly a lot of problems that you could probably do without."\n\nWell that's just great. High school <i>and</i> being a demon.\n\n<hr>\n[[Back.|QOFam1x2]]

"What does this even mean for me? Being a half-... incubus?!"\n\n"Well, for one thing, as you've already discovered you have a lot more control over your body," your mother answers, smiling. "You can pretty much get hard or soft at will, besides other things." While you're still blushing scarlet at your own mother talking about your control over your cock, she continues, "You'll also find you're in incredibly good health, and have close to unlimited stamina for just about everything. You're stronger and faster, though I'd discourage you from trying out for sports just yet... it can be a little difficult to control yourself down to a normal human level and you might get discovered. You do need to breathe but you can hold your breath for an exceptionally long time... I'd guess at your age and practice, maybe an hour or more? You heal incredibly quickly, you're effectively immune to disease or extremes of temperature, and you have a natural, in your case, masculine charisma that will project a sort of 'alpha male' sense to others that they'll respond to."\n\n"You make me sound kind of like a superhero," you murmur, flicking your eyes up towards your horns and mentally adding, 'Or maybe a supervillain.'\n\n"I suppose it is a little like that!" your mother says cheerfully, smiling brightly. "If you want to help others with your ability, that's certainly okay, though as your mother I urge you to be careful... we've kept our family secret all these generations and we wouldn't want it to get out now and cause trouble. But I suppose speaking of powers, as you get older, if you continue to use your half-incubus abilities, you'll find them growing stronger. You'll have the opportunity to learn magic and discover a lot of strange and interesting things about the world."\n\n"Magic? Powers? Seriously?" Your eyes widen some, then you frown thoughtfully. "As I get older... how old will I get?" you ask, suddenly aware that your mother actually looks pretty youthful for her age, even when she's not looking all... megaboobed.\n\n"Without something happening to you, Heaven forbid," your mother answers, briefly crossing herself, which looks kind of weird considering the horns and demon tail and that she has to reach across her immense tits to do so. "We're, ah... we're actually not entirely sure," she says, sheepishly brushing her finger on her cheek again. "Even the members of our family who turn out human tend to be very long-lived. One of your human great-uncles drank, smoked, and ate whatever he wanted and he lived to be 108. Most of the time the half-demon members tend to wander off to other pursuits and just sort of fade out of the knowledge of the rest of the family, or sometimes they become full demons and go off to live with other demons. I suppose that will be your path to discover."\n\nYou're a superpowered immortal. And you still have to go to high school. ... Unless...\n\n"You still have to go to high school," your mother supplies evenly.\n\n... You still have to go to high school and you're now fairly certain your mother can read your mind. Great.\n\n<hr>\n[[Back.|QOFam1x2]]

"So, wait, we're part demon... does that mean we're evil?" you ask, frowning. "Do we steal people's souls and stuff like that?"\n\n"I don't know about 'evil', really," Your mother says a little thoughtfully, glancing upward. "I go to church semi-regularly as you know, and I've never felt a burning sensation or had an angel appear to kick me out. Of course, I also don't go when I look like this, so I don't know," she adds, poking her tongue out a little and grinning in mild amusement. "It will change the way you look at things, though."\n\n"Huh? Like how?"\n\n"Wellllll, you'll probably tend to be more pragmatic and self-interested, especially when you're manifesting your demon traits," your mother says, obviously hedging just a little as she bobs her head side-to-side. "Moral problems don't seem quite as important most of the time and even moreso when you're being yourself, as it were."\n\n"You're saying we just... tend to be immoral?"\n\n"Amoral, darling, amoral," your mother, the English major, corrects as she holds up an index finger. "If you were inclined to be immoral you'd be pushed to do bad things because you enjoyed them and considered them normal. Amoral means you're simply less or not concerned with morals at all."\n\n"Okay, okay, amoral."\n\n"Yes, that's probably true. Not that there haven't been more than a few immoral members of the family over the years, but that's just bound to happen with any group. Now admittedly, it is <i>possible</i> for you to take souls, but that would really only be something you'd have to worry about if you were a succubus instead. It's quite possible for a young succubus to do that accidentally, but for an incubus like you, you'd have to deliberately trade someone for their soul with their agreement, so you don't have to worry about it."\n\n"A young succubus can do it... accidentally?" You blink, then frown. "Wait, Mom, does that mean you ever...?"\n\n"Ahahahaha," your mother laughs nervously, glancing up and away and brushing a fingertip across her cheek, a slight blush on her face. "You know, I don't recall at just this moment if that ever happened, but it's a silly question to ask, isn't it?"\n\n... Yup your mom totally ate some dude's soul.\n\n<hr>\n[[Back.|QOFam1x2]]

"Wait a second, if this is a family thing, does Dad know?!" you blurt.\n\n"Of course he does, dear," your mother answers in a reasonable tone, smiling gently. "When things started getting serious between us, I explained everything. Of course I wanted to make certain he was really interested in me for me first. When it comes to romance you don't want to risk either scaring the person off or attracting them for the wrong reasons by just saying 'I'm a succubus' right out of the gate, after all."\n\n"And you... had a normal relationship?" you ask, squirming awkwardly at asking about your parents' romantic life, particularly considering the overtones involved.\n\n"I like to think I've had a pretty normal life overall, really," your mother answers breezily, still smiling. "I mean, some of the stuff behind the scenes might be a little... lewd... but for the most part my interactions outside the family were fairly typical for a young woman of my day. I fooled around some in high school and college, but nothing terribly kinky or wild, maybe one or two adventures, but it wasn't like I had to rein myself in when I met your father and we started dating."\n\nAgain trying not to picture your mother's 'adventures', you squirm a bit in your seat. "But Will doesn't know?"\n\n"No, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, darling," your mother says with a bit of a sigh. "A life of complete normalcy was something I wanted for you both, and I'm sorry if it seems selfish, but if you can't have it at least he can." Then she smiles at you, just a little wanly. "But I promise it won't be so bad. After all, like I said, I've had a nice, largely uneventful life... admittedly helped out here and there by my abilities... the extent to which yours is typical or atypical is really up to you."\n\nYou nod slowly as you consider, then tilt your head. "How have your abilities helped out?"\n\n"Oh, little things, mostly. Succubi have a natural allure the same as incubi have their masculine charisma, for one thing. Men react fairly easily to my influence, women tend to defer to me a bit. I've never had a traffic ticket or an argument over a return at a shop, I've bought all of my cars and this house for surprisingly little, I have a lot of power at the PTA," she continues, counting off on her fingers. "I also have some ability to influence minds, so that's let me do things like help your father get promoted repeatedly. He's qualified for the position, of course, but I just help make sure he gets it."\n\nSo that's why your dad's bosses come over for dinner or barbecues so often, and why your dad tends to announce his promotions soon after. Whew, in the back of your mind you always couldn't help but think-\n\n"Welllll I may have done that a time or two as well, dear," your mother says sheepishly, grinning and blushing as she flicks her fingertip at her cheek. "One thing about being half-succubus, you don't have a lot of shame about that sort of thing."\n\n"... Please stop reading my mind."\n\n"I'm sorry, dear, I don't intend to, your thoughts are just particularly loud today."\n\n<hr>\n[[Back.|QOFam1x2]]

If you're grown up enough to conquer a planet, you're grown up enough to use communication instead of weird plots or power games, right? As Bastarlet turns to approach a doorway, you hurry a bit to bridge the distance between you. "Ah, excuse me, Princess...?"\n\n"Hmph, I don't recall giving you permission to approach, Fake," she says with a scowl, turning towards you and resting her hands on her hips. She gazes down on you imperiously... from all of two inches of extra height. (Not counting either of you's ears.) "Just what has you daring?"\n\n"I'm sorry to presume, I just wanted to say something." You clear your throat, then continue, gesturing a bit with one hand. "Basically, I understand this mission is probably really important to you. It's something your mother asked you to do, and even without her being a goddess and queen and all, that still means it's something you definitely want to do well, right? Ah... so..." You rub the back of your head, glancing away. "So I guess I just wanted to let you know, I'm gonna take this really seriously, and do my best to make sure this mission is a success, so that you can go back to your mom and she'll tell you what a good job you did. That's all."\n\nAt first as you start speaking, she looks both annoyed and confused... which turns into shock, and then almost embarrassment, a surprisingly cute expression on her elegant, pretty face. By the end of it you're sure there's some color on her cheeks, and she just stares at you for a moment before hurriedly clearing her throat into one fist, turning her head and closing her eyes. "Yes, well... I hardly need <i>you</i> to make this mission a success! It's very presumptuous, acting like you'd have any part in me making my mother proud of me!" She puts her hands on her hips again, chin lifted proudly... before she peeks one eye open to look at you. "... Still. I... suppose it's good you understand the gravity of the situation and that your utmost devotion is required. Perhaps if you at least understand that, you can at least be of some use. ... Eric, was it?"\n\n"Yes, Princess."\n\n"Very well. Eric. You may refer to me as... Starlet," she says after a moment, quickly turning her face away, then whipping about and striding into the room. "Now, enough dawdling, we've work to do!"\n\n"Duuuuude," Kio whispers as he comes up beside you, eyes wide. "What did you <i>do</i>?"\n\n"I... talked to her?" you answer, glancing aside at him. "Like... I guess I just tried to make it clear I wasn't gonna let her down, since I figured this must be a big deal for her?"\n\n"You just <i>addressed her concerns</i> and <i>reassured her gently</i> in a <i>conversation</i>?! You're going against everything that sentient society understands!" Kio squeals, flailing his arms.\n\n"Yeah, okay, take it down a notch," you mutter, rolling your eyes and rubbing him between the ears.\n\n"Prrrrrrr," Kio immediately coos, closing his eyes and smiling as he leans against your head.\n\n"IN! IN IN IN!" Starlet bellows from inside, causing both of you to go scrambling into the room with her.\n\nOnce the three of you are seated around the round, golden table (which is of course covered with all sorts of engravings and has a little pyramid in the center to project holograms) the princess urges you to tell her about what's happened on Earth since the reign of the pharaohs. You were never exactly the best student in the world anyway when it came to history, and she's talking about thousands of years of it, so you have to give a rather stumbling account of what you recall from your rather repetitive and shallow public school history classes. Which eventually turns into an even more stumbling and uncertain rundown of the current geopolitical situation on Earth. By the time you're getting into the issue of the nuclear debate, Kio's wobbling in his seat almost asleep, and Starlet has clearly had enough, as evidenced when she bolts to her feet, slams her hands to the tabletop, and shouts, "Enough!"\n\n"This is ultimately irrelevant anyway!" she continues. "Who cares about the politics?! We'll just conquer the world the proper way, by <i>conquering</i> it! And it's clear that the place we must begin is <i>here</i>, where you were picked up!" she adds, turning slightly to slap her hand against one of the wallscreens that's displaying a map of Palladium City. \n\n"Oh yeaaaah," Kio says, tuning back in amidst a wide yawn. "You said that's where there are a bunch of 'superheroes', right?"\n\n"Yeah, though I don't know a ton about them myself," you admit, rubbing the back of your head. "I mean, they're kind of a reality if you live in Palladium City, but you also try to steer clear of them, for the most part, if you're just a normal person."\n\n"Hmph, we Bastians have dealt with such beings before, it's an obstacle but by no means an insurmountable one," Starlet asserts, turning fully to face the map and rubbing her chin. Then she waves her hand dismissively. "I'm tired of blathering and extraneous information! Eric!" she declares, whipping around and pointing at you. "Give me something! The first thing that comes to your mind, say it, now!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Dr. Life!"|PalCat]]\n\n[["Superheroes!"|PalCat]]\n\n[["Sex!"|PalCat]]

"Whoa whoa whoa," you gasp out as you put your hands on Errana's shoulders and give her a steady but firm push back, until her breasts are no longer touching your chest (which requires more arm length than it would with most people). "Um, hey listen, I think maybe I misread the situation, and uh, I'm not... I don't..."\n\nErrana frowns, and for just a moment her dark eyes fix on you in a way that makes you sincerely afraid. Then she takes a bit of a step back and lifts her hands as she shrugs, massive jugs jiggling. "Oh well, it can't be helped. If that's how you feel, that's how you feel."\n\n"Um, yeah. That's how I feel. Uh, sorry." You wade over to the steps, clambering out, now nervously reaching back to cover your pussy and some of your ass as you face away from her, your other arm going across your chest. "I think I better go. Thanks for having me... I mean, inviting me over, but y'know..."\n\n"If you insist. But do one more thing for me before you go, dear?" She smiles slowly, with just a little flash of teeth. "Pose for me."\n\n"Huh?" You stop in place, looking over your shoulder at her.\n\n"Consider it a parting gift in thanks for using the pool. Just one quick little pose, to let me see how pretty you look. No cameras or anything like that, I promise. You haven't been shy up until now, after all," she adds in a reasonable tone, giving a little laugh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, what the hell, pose.|GGDog7x2]]\n\n[[Ew, that's even creepier.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You simply give a firm nod. You're fine, there's no point standing around and chattering over it in some superfluous conversation. Spotting your suit on the table nearby, you pick it up and press it to your chest, already walking out of the room as it closes around you.\n\n"What a relief, Cypher is back to himself," Ami says with an outrush of breath as the door closes behind you.\n\n"Yes. Quite a relief," Doc Trace adds without much enthusiasm, beginning to tidy up the area after the brief flurry of modifications she'd made.\n\n"Doctor?" Ami blinks, looking over at her. "Aren't you glad to have Cypher back?"\n\n"Of course. He's... very good at what he does," Eia answered, giving a simple nod. "What about you, Ami? Are you happy?"\n\n"Well. Cypher saved me," Ami murmurs.\n\n"Yes. Yes he did." Eia sighs a bit, then smiles. "Well, we've got our hero back."\n\n"It's a relief," Ami asserts again, a bit more as if trying to convince herself than Doctor Trace. "... It's definitely a relief."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Cypher4xEnd]]

"..." You look out the crack in the door you've opened, at the very dark, very imposing, very creepy forest outside. "... So you're saying everywhere would start being like this?"\n\n"Mhm. I'm afraid even if you made it through this particular forest, soon enough the places outside of it would be... not much different," Merlin assures you amiably.\n\nAfter a moment you sigh and close the door, walking back over and plopping down in the chair, only to wince at the lingering soreness (though luckily it seems to be fading fast). "I mean, wouldn't you rather have some completely noble person driven entirely by the desire to help others? What's the point of trying to make someone be king if you have to threaten them into it with the world going to shit?"\n\n"I've tried the 'unnaturally selfless individual living entirely for others' route before, and you yourself noted how that turned out," Merlin answers, coming as close to sounding grave as you've heard him yet, though the close-eyed smile near instantly returns. "So, let's give enlightened self interest a try and see how that goes!"\n\n"Fun," you mutter.\n\n"Humans should be ruled by humans," Archion interjects easily, leaping from her perch and soaring the short distance to land on the table, seeming to roll her 'shoulders' as she settles her wings back into place. "And humans should know when to look outside of humanity for guidance."\n\nYou glance at the gleaming owl, then over at Merlin. "As weird as all this is, it's not like I've got a lot of choice other than to accept it. But I mean... how does this work? Isn't a big part of the reason you picked Artoria that she had a dragon heart or something, and so she just had a giant amount of mana...?"\n\n"I think you'd be interested to know you have your own sources of mana," Merlin replies with a near-chuckle. "But more than sheer energy output, what is important is your adaptability, your resilience, and your strength. Let us just say that you are uniquely suited in a way that only a handful of other people are to becoming King and providing an anchor for this world's existence."\n\n"You said that before, what do you mean an 'anchor'?"\n\n"Think of it as a sort of 'leading by example'," Archion interjects, Merlin glancing at her placidly but letting her continue. "If you were in charge of a great number of people and wanted them to have certain values, you would try to exhibit those values yourself, would you not? Among us Sidhe, that takes on a greater meaning... the way our kings and queens live causes the rest of us to live in ways that reflect that, by nature rather than choice. If we have thoughtful and generous rulers, we are similarly philosophical and helpful. If we have hedonistic and petty rulers, we are shameless and cruel."\n\n"Currently this world is in a state where it functions much like the example of the Sidhe," Merlin picks up as he freshens your cup of tea and his own. "There is an emptiness, a 'hollow' where its concept of a leader should be. And since there is nothing there, darkness is what fills the emptiness where it should be, and that darkness is what spreads across the world. In time everything would grow dark and empty... light would disappear, not entirely literally, but metaphorically. Or metaphysically, if that word suits you better."\n\n"So you want to plug me into the hole," you note rather flatly.\n\n"Not as flattering a way of putting it as one might hope for, but in essence yes. Ideally, you would take over the role of Arthur... Artoria, as you know her... in whole, rather than in equivalent. Your nature means it's a fairly simple matter to hook you into the mythological tapestry with a few stitches, to use another metaphor."\n\n"My nature? You said something about that before."\n\n"We can get into that later. For now, though... will you do so? Will you assume the identity of Artoria?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGKing]]\n\n[[No.|GGKing]]

Hm. What's 'Color-Match' mean? Curious more than anything else, you select the option to see what happens.\n\nTifa springs back to life once more, settling into the motion of wiping down the table. Then she blinks, as if something felt odd, and straightens up, setting the cloth down and patting at herself. You notice that her clothing has turned much shinier... more rubberlike in appearance, you'd say. "What the...?" Tifa murmurs, plucking at her top... then looking shocked as it refuses to come away from her skin. Instead it seems to be conforming more closely to her tits, shaping itself fully to them, even taking on the shape of her nipples. Her look of shock increases as flesh-tone liquid rubber begins spreading out from her now shiny clothing, passing all across her. She starts to bat at it, only to have her hands forced to her side as her gloves and even arms are covered in the stuff. Her legs jerk a little too, but they've also become shiny and rubber, and cease moving after a moment. "What's going o-?!" she starts to scream, before her mouth is formed into a wide O shape, rubber matching the color of her lips covering them and then sliding up over her face.\n\nAfter a few moments she's completely covered, arms at her sides, her mouth still open in that round shape. At a close look at her face, her nose and eyes are completely covered, as is her hair... just that her nostrils and eyes are printed on the unbroken surface of the rubber, and her rubber hair is molded and textured to look largely like the same thing. You watch as she raises her hands to look at them, pat at herself a few times, then turn towards you and give a jaunty salute before going through the victory pose you recognize from the game.\n\n"Oh? Still in there, Tifa?" you ask. The rubber-coated woman responds with a shrug, then settles into her fight-idle animation from the game. You watch for a moment, then say, "Stop that, stand up straight." She immediately responds, giving another quick salute before settling into place. "Ah, good, you follow orders." Curious, you walk over, feeling up her tits. They're molded and shaped like bare breasts... just colored exactly like she was still wearing her top, her suspenders simply colored lines on the suit she's wearing. It all seems to generally be part of the whole... curious, you order her, "Bend over."\n\nTifa gamely turns and bends forward, with the same energy you imagine she'd use normally... well, completely deprived of shame, anyway. You take a look at her crotch... it's white, with a slight texture along the edge of it where the seams of her panties would be, but her panty-white crotch is molded into a pair of pussylips. You give pushing up the skirt a try... while the thin layer of rubber can be pushed up over her ass, from the looks of it it can't be removed entirely, since it's now part of the suit coating her. Similar to her crotch, her ass is colored and contoured in the shape of her panties, but there's a pucker right in the middle of the white rubber. So the 'Color-Match' Rubber Suit essentially matches the look of someone's clothing and outfit, while making sure they're still fuckable. Very nice. You wonder if Tifa's still conscious inside there, and aware of being forced to act like some sort of action figure version of herself.\n\nActually, you're sort of curious as to what the process would look like on different outfits. Like, say, Yuffie, the ninja girl in shorts...\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon and suit Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Lock the area and play with Tifa.|FF7X]]

"Stop HUMORING me, DAMMIT!" you scream, fists clenching as you lean towards the blue-haired girl, who immediately shrinks back from you and hunches in on herself, tears starting to stream down her face. "This is my fucking LIFE we're talking about, I don't know who the fuck this Cypher is, but fuck him, fuck you, and-!" \n\nYou feel a pinching sensation in your neck and whip towards the blonde in the bodysuit, who's stepping back from you with a scowl on her face. You start to snap at her as well, when she has the audacity to go all fuzzy around the edges and then turn eight feet tall right before you drop to the deck like a rock.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself strapped semi-upright to an angled metal surface, your arms at your sides and legs together. Despite not being able to move your head much, you can tell the surface is metal because, well, you're naked. Though you can't see any restraints, any attempts to move just make you squirm, an invisible pressure holding you in place. You can't see either of the women from earlier, but you can hear their voices from just behind you.\n\n"So what's wrong with him, Doctor?" \n\n"I'm really not sure. He was retrieving a bounty on that pirate Arana's ship though, and with her you never really know what she might have done. He doesn't seem to have changed physically, but his cerebral readings are all wrong, and he's clearly violent and unhinged."\n\n"Mmf," the younger-seeming woman says softly, probably wincing.\n\n"Hey! HEY!" you shout, thrashing against the invisible restraint field more. "Let me go, you stupid bitches! Who the hell gave you the right to hold me here?! HEY!"\n\n"... So what do we do?" the girl practically whimpers once you've settled into seething.\n\n"I'm going to have to try an experimental procedure." There's a low whirr as the table you're on begins tilting backwards until you're horizontal, left looking up at the cool blonde and the nervous-looking blue-haired girl. "Cypher made a save point before he left for this mission. Normally those only restore skills and knowledge in the case of neural damage, but theoretically I can power it up and feed the pulse directly into his brain to reset his neural patterns to the way they were at the save point's creation, turning him back into Cypher."\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp. "HEY!"\n\n"I-is that safe?"\n\n"Not entirely..."\n\n"WHAT THE FUCK, HEY!!!!"\n\n"... there is the potential for 'transcription errors'," the blonde continues with a pinched look on her face. "But we obviously can't let this go on." She reaches over to tap at some controls. "Beginning directed save point upload... now."\n\nYou jerk and arch against the field as white light flashes across your mind, blanking out... everything. In a single instant, everything is gone... and then comes rushing back. You settle back to the table, your rapid heartbeat quickly slowing, your expression shifting from one of fear and pain into a neutral mask.\n\n"Cypher...?" Ami asks uncertainly, fidgeting in place.\n\n"His neural patterns say he is," Doctor Trace agrees with a nod, flipping the switch to turn off the restraint field and allowing you to sit up. She steps back just a little as you slip off the table to stand there, uncaring of your nudity. "Cypher? How do you feel?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Fine."|Cypher]]\n\n[["..."|Cypher4x2]]\n\n[[Like raping a big-titted blonde bitch in the ass.|Cypher]]

<b>January 3, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now [[stammer aimlessly|QOBro3x1]] when Emi questions his assumption about being on top.\n* He can also choose to deal with his awkwardness at the loft party by [[drinking|QOBro1x4]]\n<b>January 4, 2019</b>\n* More of Jamie and Emi. \n* Cyan can now select [[Traps on Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x1]] in her VR porn selection. She can also get... [[enthusiastic|GGPorn5x2]] after selecting 'The Violation of Cyan LaChance'.\n<b>January 5, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[check her email|GGCompStart]], though currently there's only one option.\n<b>January 8, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now buy the [[art tablet|GGME2x1]] from Brightstar Electronics.\n<b>January 9, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now run away [[to the circus|runawaystart]].\n<b>January 10, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now respond with lethal force to [[both bandits|EricMF1x1]] after touching the longsword in the prop museum.\n<b>January 11, 2019</b>\n* More of the Eric longsword isekai.\n<b>January 14, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now elect to [[talk about|QOFam1x1]] his mother's plans for his birthday instead of letting them be a surprise.\n* Cyan has a [[new option|GGParent1x3]] after witnessing her mother kissing a woman after being shooed out of the house.\n<b>January 16, 2019</b>\n* Eric-as-Ukyo can now declare she's going to share the [[Strongman Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x5]] with Shampoo after proving her strength.\n* Eric can also decide to [[head into the labyrinth|EricMF2x7]] with Screamer.\n<b>January 17, 2019</b>\n* More of both from yesterday.\n<b>January 18, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can [[go over to Kevin's|QOBro3x4]] before starting training with Aki and Emi.\n* Cyan can now summon something to [[bolster her own abilities|GGDS1x4]] when deciding to help the other Defiant escape.\n<b>January 20, 2019</b>\n* Started work on the Valerie player character under young adult female.\n<b>January 21-February 2, 2019</b>\n* All work on Valerie.

You almost blurt out 'OF COURSE!' but manage to hold yourself back just in time. You don't want it to seem like you just want it for the cool superpowers... though you've gotta admit, cool superpowers are cool. "I mean, yeah, I'll totally do that," you agree once you've calmed yourself down a little. "If it's the 'family business' and all, and, y'know... helping people is important."\n\n"Excellent! Now, while obviously we don't look down on people without powers, superpowers do <i>help</i> in being a superhero," Sir Rupert continues, removing the pipe from his mouth and gesturing a bit. "If you like, I could build you an Imaginarium Dispenser like mine... oh, far less invasive, of course," he adds, probably noticing your slight wince. "A few subdermal implants in a forearm to allow connection of an external device. Alternatively, your new mother could coach you in her unique brand of magic, effectively making you her pupil." You notice that Hazel certainly perks up at that, eyes sparkling. Looks like she wouldn't mind that at all. "As another option, we've thoroughly examined and documented Elaine's mutation and how it arose from her genes... a minor bit of gene therapy would allow us to activate those genes as well," Sir Rupert continues, Elaine raising both eyebrows in an expression you're not sure whether is interest or mild annoyance.\n\n"So I'd have powers like one of you guys?"\n\n"And obviously that 'guy' would train you in its use," Sir Rupert answers with a light chuckle. "Although there is another option, one I'd like you to consider."\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"A minor treatment that would temporarily heighten your ability to learn and creative thinking skills. Not beyond the human range... in fact, it would only bring out what you yourself are ultimately capable of, merely shaving years off the time that it would require you to hone and develop such skills. You would likely become an extremely competent mechanical engineering genius in a matter of weeks, and retain that knowledge once the treatment wore off. Obviously, there is a slight... risk. Not to your safety, but..."\n\nSir Rupert trails off, and you nod slowly. The risk isn't that you might die or something... the risk is, what if you're an idiot, and your maximum potential ends at 'redneck engineering' or something? It's a lot to think over, so you consider carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get an Imaginarium Dispenser.|RunFF7x3]]\n\n[[Become Hazel's apprentice.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Share Elaine's mutation.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Try the experimental treatment.|RunFF]]

You can't help it, the idea of inventing your own superpowers on the go is just way too, well, amazing to pass up. "I'll take the Imaginarium Dispenser."\n\n"Good lad, good lad," Sir Rupert says with another chuckle, clapping you on the shoulder in the most paternally manful way you've ever seen or experienced in your life. "We'll get to that tomorrow, then. For now, let's give you a tour of the place, including your new room."\n\nSir Rupert takes the lead on showing you around... you feel a little bad that Hazel seems disappointed, but it apparently doesn't linger, with her occasionally reaching out to pet your head affectionately. You get cleaned up, have a fantastic dinner, and sleep in a real bed for the first time in awhile, and wow what a bed it is. You wonder if it's one of Sir Rupert's inventions or if this is just one of those things that people whose bank account reads an infinity symbol can buy.\n\nThe next day, Sir Rupert shows you to his lab, and has you sit down in a chair to receive the subdermal implants, pressing a large handheld device to several points on your forearm. There are briefly painful pinching sensations, and dark red splotches in the areas where he injected them, but other than that it doesn't really hurt, and even rubbing on the spots you can just barely feel something solid below the skin.\n\n"These subdermal implants will draw atomized Imaginarium out of the Dispenser and into your bloodstream," Sir Rupert explains as he brings over a silver gauntlet and fastens it around your forearm, part of it coming forward over the back of your hand but otherwise leaving your fingers bare. Running along the back of it is a long 'window' into the chamber full of what you assume must be this Imaginarium stuff. From up close you can see that it's more than just a glow... there's a writhing, liquid quality to it, full of reds, blues, purples, and yellows tumbling together, merging, separating, looking not unlike a sped-up image of a simulation of a galaxy. \n\n"And it can really give me any superpower I can think of?" you ask, shifting and twisting your arm a few times to try out the weight of the device.\n\n"Not quite... any superpower that you can think of a way that it would work," Sir Rupert notes, raising a finger. "You still actually have to have an explanation in mind for the actual function of the power. To be able to explain how and why it works."\n\n"So it has to be like... physics and stuff like that," you reply a bit mopily, starting to wonder if you've screwed yourself and if it's too late to pick one of the other choices.\n\n"Ah, well... that's not necessarily quite accurate," Sir Rupert admits, drawing his pipe out of a pocket and tucking it between his teeth. "One of the qualities of Imaginarium is that it 'fills in the gaps' between reality and our imagination. It's an energy source, but also a sort of metaphysical adapter that allows us to bridge the gap between what's conceivable and what's possible."\n\nThat still sounds pretty OP to you, you think as Sir Rupert leads you to one of the holographic training roomes. He gestures you into the dressing room, telling you to change into the plain blue training bodysuit there, and emerges from another booth wearing a rather stereotypical Union Jack-themed bodysuit of his own. You're starting to get a sneaking suspicion...\n\n... one that's borne out over the next two weeks of training. It's clear that Sir Rupert... rather, Lord Impossible... isn't incredibly, unbeatably OP with his powers because he just doesn't have that much imagination of his own. He's very set in his ways and bound to those rules of science and physics you asked him about, probably as a result of his having been on the older side when coming up with the Imaginarium Dispenser. It's a bit frustrating in that he asks you to limit yourself in coming up with new powers during training as well... mostly he tells you how a handful of his own work and has you copy it, just to get used to it. He has several ways of making himself bulletproof, super strong, and able to fly, and you have to admit all of that is really cool, though it is starting to chafe a little bit that you're restricted only to his own ideas.\n\nAfter those few weeks, Sir Rupert declares that you've got a solid enough grasp of things that you should be ready to actually venture into the field soon. Which means that it's time to start having a proper civilian life too. Unenthused, you stand on the sidewalk in front of the car waiting to take you to school, enduring as your mother fusses over how cute you look in your new uniform. Sir Rupert steps forward as well, holding out what looks like a smart watch. "Now Eric, this is a camouflaged Imaginarium Dispenser with a small amount of Imaginarium stored in it... enough for an hour or possibly two of power usage, depending on the power. I don't think I need to stress that it is <i>only</i> for emergencies, and not to be used frivolously. Understood?"\n\nYou suppress a sigh, instead just nodding crisply. "Yes, sir." He claps you on the shoulder and you climb into the car, being driven off for your first day of school.\n\nAnd it's certainly a ritzier, higher-class sort of school than you're used to, and not nearly as crowded as your old one. Still, being the new kid is being the new kid, not helped by how out of place you feel as one of the few non-locals. You manage not to completely stumble over yourself through introductions and the first few class periods, but still, it's kind of a pain. You can feel yourself getting steadily more stressed as you go along... and find yourself staring at your 'watch' more often. Would it really hurt to play around with it a <i>little</i>...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try out some powers.|RunFF7x4]]\n\n[[Behave.|RunFF]]

The chance to finally get out from under Sir Rupert's thumb and experiment with your new abilities is just too much. Surely he wouldn't expect you to not use it at <i>all</i>, right?! (Okay you absolutely know he would expect exactly that but you're a teenager and disobeying your parents is what you do.) You shift a bit in your desk, trying not to be obvious about taking a look around as you consider. It's a coed school with uniforms... nothing too interesting for the guys, just blue blazers, slacks, and ties, while the girls have skirts in matching plaid, white blouses, and some have accented their uniforms with thigh-highs and tights, essentially the only variance they're allowed other than rather subdued makeup. (Of course, guys don't get any variance at all.)\n\n"Mister Ahmahzin?" the teacher suddenly says.\n\nYou look at her, since you weren't actually as tuned-out as she probably thought you were because your head dared to move. "Yes, ma'am?" you reply, not bothering to correct the pronunciation of your new family name. Her refusing to pronounce it 'Amazing' was one of the first times the entire class didn't burst into muted snorts and giggles when you were introduced. Said teacher is prim, proper, and... well, kind of a 'hot teacher' stereotype, probably in her thirties with a nice body, large breasts, and wearing a rather snug white blouse and black skirt, legs sheathed in black stockings and heels, all capped off with blone hair done up in a bun behind her head and little black-rimmed glasses. You can't help but feel she probably gets off a bit on looking like such a teenage boy's wet dream while acting as stick-up-the-ass as possible.\n\n"Shall I assume by your bored expression that you're perfectly capable of doing this calculus problem?" she says primly, gesturing to the board with her telescoping pointer.\n\nYou suppress a sigh, getting up and moving to the class, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that you don't really need to think about the problem too much as you work it. Sir Rupert was kind of insistent about cramming a ton of this stuff into your head, so you're free to continue thinking about what sort of power you want to use while you're at school as you slowly write out the work-solving, even taking a slightly longer route to make it look like you only kind of know what you're doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Superhuman charisma.|RunFF8x1]]\n\n[[Time control.|RunFF9x1]]\n\n[["Invisibility".|RunFF7x5]]

Now there's a fun one you've been pondering. Sir Rupert taught you how he turns himself invisible when he wants to... imagining your body's natural electrical signature changing so that it causes lightwaves to bend slightly around you. Extremely basic and not that imaginative, and doesn't do much for being detected by the other senses (besides, it still leaves a bit of 'Predator' distortion). Confronted by this dissatisfying reality to all your 'invisible boy' fantasies, you spent your spare time outside of training trying to think of a better way to do it. You looked up some information on how peoples' brains work, and how the brain learns to ignore certain input, like the sight of your nose and other things it encounters so routinely and often that it just sort of bypasses notice entirely. Building on Sir Rupert's original idea of altering your energy signal, you imagined a power that would cause other people's brains to react to you with that same automatic 'edit it out' response.\n\nYou tap the watch's face to bring up the Imaginarium activation sequence, and then bring it online while thinking clearly of how your new power will work. Nothing much seems to change, other than the watch clicking over to a countdown timer... one that reads over eight hours, looks like this power doesn't use a whole lot of Imaginarium. Good, you should be able to get some decent use out of it without worrying about depleting the watch's reserves and explaining why you need more! You glance around, then wave your hand in the air. "Miss Lancer? Miss Lancerrrr!" No reaction from her, despite the fact that you'd be interrupting her current lecture on always showing your work no matter what. None of the other students so much as blink or glance towards you, either. Hmmm... you pick up your (very heavy) calculus book and smack it against the desk a few times... nothing. You then hold it out to the side of your desk and drop it. The impact makes everyone jump and look over... but all eyes go to the book on the floor, rather than the person that obviously dropped it. There are some giggles and nervous chuckles, with Miss Lancer scowling until the boy next to you reaches over and picks up the book, setting it back on your desk without so much as a glance towards you.\n\nPerfect! If it's you directly causing a disturbance, they don't notice... it's only once you're no longer involved that they can notice things you've done, but still won't connect it to you. This is way better than just turning half-ass invisible! \n\nNow the question is, what to do with your new power?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take Miss Lancer down a peg.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Jerk off in class.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go visit the locker rooms.|RunFF]]

You nudge the game to start a new round in your match with Tifa. The stage resets, as do both of your character models. You're abruptly standing a bit away from her, once more doing your own idle animation, tail swishing behind you, balls swaying below you. Tifa looks briefly confused and shocked, probably trying to resolve what just happened to her with suddenly being fully dressed, normal, and clean again, before her magically-influenced mind adapts to the fact that it's a new round and time to fight again, her body settling back into her stance, tits once more jiggling entertainingly as she bounces in place.\n\nYou wait through the countdown to the new round's start, grinning as you decide on what to do to her now.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cock Slam.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-CockSlam]]\n\n[[Heat Spurt.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-HeatSpurt]]\n\n[[Puppy Pound.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-PuppyPound]]\n\n[[Lycan Bite.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-LycanBite]]\n\n[[Full Moon Howl.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-FullMoonHowl]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

Ah, good ol' reliable, comforting Ukyo, possibly the sanest of your fiancees! ... Okay it's a relative measurement but still, your chances of getting punched, harassed, or terrorized are significantly lower here than elsewhere. You head on in, the interior a bit dim, and luckily empty of other patrons, Ukyo herself standing behind the counter cleaning the griddle top. She's in 'girl mode' today, the very tight pants that show off her hips and rear as well as the blue and white top that's open just enough in front to show off her wrapped (but still large) chest, hair pulled back and tied with a white bow. "Hey, Ucchan!"\n\n"Ranchan!" she chirps back, head lifting and eyes glittering. She quickly rinses off her hands and hurries around the counter, making her way over to you before clasping her hands behind her back, leaning in to look at your face. "Hmmm, get Akane-launched again?"\n\n"Yup," you say sheepishly, shrugging and rubbing the back of your head. Your expression shifts to a light scowl as you add, "Any little thing sets her off, y'know?"\n\n"I know, sugar," she says with a sympathetic pout you can't help but think isn't 1000% sincere. Still, she smiles and adds, "So, how can Ucchan help brighten your day, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Some food.|FRanX25x2]]\n\n[[A training trip.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Going out.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Fooling around.|FRanX]]

You wave pleasantly as you watch Leslie walk off, waiting until she's out of sight to do a quick glance around... it's not necessarily needed since your senses can already tell that there aren't any prying mortal eyes around, but a few habits came with the body. Pulling off your shirt and letting your tits jiggle free, you roll your shoulders as you stretch a pair of nice, large blue wings out from your back and give them a flap, taking off and zipping into the sky. The journey from there to your body's home only takes three minutes instead of fifteen this way (with some time figured in for ducking out of view of mortals and just enjoying yourself flitting about), before you land in a fairly out of view spot in the yard and retract your wings, pulling your shirt back on. \n\nAs you enter the door, the mortal's mother looks up from where she's sitting in an easy chair, reading a book by lamplight. "Oh, Cyan," she says in a pleased whisper. She gets up and walks over to hug you, letting you enjoy the feel of her large tits pressing against you, though for the moment you resist the urge to immediately grab her generous ass and start kneading. Mm, mortal mothers are so meaty. ❤ "I admit, your father wanted to wait up all night for you being a bit of a worrywart, but I finally made him go to bed. But then, I couldn't sleep, and well," she admits, drawing back a little and grinning at you sheepishly. "So he's still asleep. Did you have fun?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Mhm!"|GGHH24x2]]\n\n[["Raping you will be even more fun, though!"|GGHH]]

Of course, who wouldn't want to lewd battle with one of the definitive big-boobed sexbombs of videogames? And clearly plenty of people want to play as her as well... you select one of the many options from the list of Tifas, and hit Sector Seven Street for the stage select. \n\nYou get treated to an outside view of the run-down slums street taking form, with cheering NPCs going through their animations lining it, and watch as Tifa (classic white shirt and black miniskirt version, of course) comes running up and takes her stance. You can see the look of shock briefly come over her face as the player's consciousness is pulled into the character, before she grins broadly and starts her idle animation, tits jiggling merrily as she waits.\n\nYou enter the stage, running up and throwing back your head in a howl. You're amused at Tifa's eyes widening again... clearly she wasn't expecting such an anatomically correct werewolf as her opponent! You can see her cheeks flush as she yanks her red eyes up from your swaying sack, snappng out a, "I don't care how perverted you are, I'll beat you down!" and going through a quick flurry of strikes and kicks, probably not noticing she's flashing her white panties at you with the latter.\n\nLeering at her, you do a bit of posing of your own, seeing her cheeks go even more red as your large, glistening red cock slips free of your sheath, jutting up in front of you and at the ready. "I'll make you my bitch, wait and see!" you growl in your own pre-fight boast.\n\nThe countdown begins for the match to start, but of course since you're in control of this game, all you have to do is think about your special moves, and put them into action the moment the match starts. You continue to leer at the jiggling barmaid, and as your own real-world voice calls "FIGHT!", you immediately put the first special move into motion.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cock Slam.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-CockSlam]]\n\n[[Heat Spurt.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-HeatSpurt]]\n\n[[Puppy Pound.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-PuppyPound]]\n\n[[Lycan Bite.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-LycanBite]]\n\n[[Full Moon Howl.|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-FullMoonHowl]]

Okay, okay, you need someone who could conceivably help. You need someone that... well, that can keep their head and help you figure out what to do! Off the top of your head, you can think of three obvious choices.\n\nFirst is [[Cody|BuddyOct12x1]]. He's reliable, kind, and thoughtful. Cody's the guy you can always count on to do his absolute best to keep a promise, show up when asked, and try his hardest. He's not the most stand-out sort but he's trustworthy as hell and you could definitely count on him for moral support.\n\nNext is [[Kristov|BuddyOct11x1]]. He's... not reliable, not kind, and definitely not thoughtful, more like temperamental, rude, and boorish. Actually, you're not even sure why you're friends with Kristov, other than that he just sort of seems to always be in your circle of acquaintances. You actually can't pin down exactly why you think he'd make a good choice to call, other than that he's big, and strong, and has a forceful personality, and why does that matter?!\n\nFinally there's [[Ziina|BuddyOct10x2]]. Friendly, generally reliable, but a tad scheming and manipulative. Still, she's got a cool head and from various remarks she's made you know she's seen some weird stuff... and may have connections to weird stuff, too. Of course you guess you could expect that from someone who owns their own porn studio.

Probably best not to start out disobeying the only actual on-the-job order you've been given so far. Even if it was delivered by note. Just for good measure, you lift the chair up and turn it over, setting it on the table with the others. Honestly, it's mostly just so you can convince yourself you're not scared of those lifeless plastic eyes gazing down at you in the dark. See, look, you're standing here, doing something completely normal, just like anyone might. That your walk is a little faster than necessary as you head towards the back is completely coincidental.\n\nTowards the back of the restaurant are a pair of hallways, both marked with 'Staff Only' signs. Picking one at random, you soon learn that your choice was superfluous... both lead to the security office in the back. The office is a tiny little affair with a pair of apparently open doorways to one side of large security windows. The front of the room is dominated by a desk and multiple CRT monitors buzzing dully with static. The creepy thing about it is that they're completely silent... you remember the soft hiss of TV "snow" so well your brain partially fills it in for you. The dissonance between the actual sound and the expected one is enough to make you shudder a little bit... you've really gotta get it together. Pulling the rickety rolling chair around and settling into it, you turn back to the desk and jump a bit in surprise. The angle of one of the monitors had hidden the strange silver skull sitting on the desk. It's blatantly, obviously robotic, making you wonder if it's somebody's toy or office decoration they left, or maybe something mocked up by whoever services the other animatronics.\n\nYou check the clock... 11:49... and start to check the monitors, only to blink as there's a soft whirring sound from the skull. Its eyes light up, shining bright red, then it lets out a tinny whistle. "Whew! The new hire's a cutie!" The jaw moves with the words, its teeth clacking together every time it speaks. "Hey there, toots, what's shakin'?"\n\n"What...?" You blink and glance around, looking for the camera that might have told someone you'd walked in. "Where are you?"\n\n"Right here. No, seriously." The skull lets out a snickering sound, which apparently comes from a little round speaker right about where the throat would normally start. "Listen, dollface, we don't have a lot of time. So to make a long story short, AI is real, you're mostly here to babysit killer robots, and there ain't enough power to just hide here in the office all night."\n\nWhen all you do is stare at him, he gives a sigh that sounds distinctly like its own .wav file, then speaks again. "Fine, fine, to make a long story less short: Back in the seventies this cuckoo of an inventor managed to program robots with AI. Now, some parts of the programming are stronger than the others, so during the day, with all the kiddos around, the robots out there act just fine. Same for assuming 'resting' positions at ten PM and 'ready' positions at 6 AM. But around about midnight, they activate 'free roaming' mode, where they're free to exorcise almost forty years of program bugs, random code fluctuations, and good ol' frustration. With a cute thing like you here, guessing they'll mostly be in 'fuck her until she breaks' mode, they can get like that."\n\n"Y-you can't be serious," you sputter, glancing nervously at the windows and the now rather disconcertingly empty doorways, which are just lit enough that you think you could see if anything was there and just dark enough that you can imagine almost anything could <i>really</i> be there. "I mean... even if that were true, they're from a children's restaurant, they... what would they..."\n\n"Psh, if I weren't serious, you think I'd hand you a lawsuit fodder line like that?" The skull snickers, leaning forward with the quiet whirring of motors, then angling back a bit again to look up at you. "And trust me, over the years they've managed to acquire 'equipment' for themselves. So here's the deal, cupcake. My name's Robert, and I'm your best friend from now until sunrise. To save money on the power bill, this place is only on the backup generator from midnight to six, so you've only got a certain amount of power for your cameras and the doors. Means you've gotta keep an eye out, watch the movements of our friends, and only drop the doors when you absolutely need to... they'll get bored after a few minutes and wander off." The skull pauses, tilting slightly to one side. "Althooooough..."\n\n"Although?" you prompt nervously, now glancing back and forth between the two windows, hands itching to reach out and hit the newly obvious switches that drop the security doors.\n\n"I bet I could wrangle enough power from elsewhere in the building to let you keep the doors closed all night," Robert muses, though for some reason you can't help but feel that he's leering as he says it. "But you'd sort of have to, y'know, entertain me, toots. Ditch the clothes, put on a little show for me, that sort of thing."\n\n"... What?" You just stare at the metal skull.\n\n"Hey, I may still be sane without a body to futz my programming up even more, but I've got my own programming quirks. One of 'em is that I like the ladies. Hardly ever get female temps, let alone cute ones." The skull bobbles back and forth slightly in a way that you think might indicate a shrug. "Of course, you can always just take your chances. Maybe you'll manage just fine, and won't wind up fucked to death, or bent in half, or stuffed inside a circuitry-filled suit, or any of the hundreds of other ways they like to play rough."\n \n<hr>\n[[Agree to Robert's demands.|CelFiesta1x2]]\n\n[[Try to get by on your own.|CalFiestaplaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse to believe any of it.|CalFiestaplaceholder]]\n\n[[You may need a job, but this isn't worth minimum wage! Leave!|CalFiestaplaceholder]]

You guess if anyone you know has ever heard of anything like this before, Ziina is the most likely, strange as that is to have to figure. Still, you pull up your contact list and scroll to the end to find her, hitting the Call button. You wait anxiously through the rings, and have started trying to mentally compose a not-too-panicked voicemail when there's the click of the line opening.\n\n"Yeah, hi, hello?" Ziina's voice asked, coming out in a rather breathy pant. "Who is this, I'm kinda in the middle of something before I leave the office..."\n\n"Ziina, it's Buddy!"\n\n"Gonna... hafta be a little more specific, I know... mmf, like five guys named-"\n\n"The non-porn-star Buddy!"\n\n"Oh, right, hey Buddy. Say, what's with the voice, are... aahh, are you...?"\n\n"Look, I know it's weird, but I just... need some help, could you come over to my place?"\n\n"Mmf, like... twenty minutes, okay? Nnnnhgottagobye."\n\nYou sigh and shake your head. Then remember to finally tug your costume back into place over your bare breasts. You do wish you had a job that you enjoyed enough to keep doing it when you were off the clock.\n\nA little over twenty minutes later, you hear a car pulling into your drive and rush to the door, arriving and pulling it open just as Ziina's about to knock, making her blink at you. She certainly is a unique individual... she's a little over thirty, tall, with chocolate-colored skin, blue eyes, and straight snowy white hair, falling to either side of her face in front and done up in a long braid in back. She's also wearing a very, very tight tiger-print bodysuit that shows off a body almost as luscious as your current one, albeit more muscular and toned. It has a tail coming off the back of it too, and her heels have little toes molded on the front... apparently she got dressed in her costume before coming over.\n\n"Hey there," she says, half confused and obviously half entranced, blue eyes raking hungrily up and down your body. "I'm here to see Buddy, but seeing you is definitely a good bonus."\n\nYou wince, but beckon her inside, shutting the door after her before whirling to face her, trying to ignore the wobble of your tits and how they threaten to spill out of the skimpy costume. "Ziina, it's me! I'm Buddy!"\n\nShe opens her mouth... closes it. She looks you up and down again, blinks slowly, then looks at your face. "Holy shit, I only saw you two weeks ago, who's your surgeon?"\n\n"No, I don't... I didn't have surgery, or anything!" you splutter, gesturing at yourself. "I bought a costume from someplace, and when I put it on I... became like this!"\n\nYou're waiting for her to say 'That's bullshit', but instead she squints, then sets her purse down before gesturing at you with one tiger-patterned painted fingernail. "Strip out of it, lemme take a look."\n\n"... Is that necessary?" you murmur, folding an arm over your chest and putting a hand over your crotch.\n\n"Hey, if this is a prank I want to see something good out of it. If it's not I need to make sure it's not just some weird bodysuit or something."\n\nYou sigh, but after another moment of hesitation shrug the bands off of your shoulders, letting them fall down to the sides of your legs and bare your breasts. You untie the sash, letting the whole thing drop and leaving you in the tiny G-string, which you skin down, your tits wobbling as you step out of them and undo your leg guards and peel off the tabi socks while you're there. You stand up and a bit huffily pull off the gloves, then hold your hands out to the sides as if to say 'there'.\n\nYou squeak a little, blushing as Ziina moves in close, leaning in to examine around your neck, then brazenly looking over your tits from close up. You shiver a little as she strokes her hands along the underside curve of them and then runs her fingertips down your belly. You make a little protesting sound as she starts to cup your crotch, and she moves to just rub two fingers along the front of it instead. Finally she straightens up and shrugs, her own large tits jiggling with the motion.\n\n"Yeah, I've seen this kinda thing before. If I had to guess, it's probably temporary... likely to wear off at sunrise, a lot of stuff like this does, it's sort of the 'reset button' for weird crap. You're probably fine," she pronounces.\n\n"Y-you really think so?" you ask, sagging a little with relief.\n\n"Tell you what, why don't you come to the party I was going to? It's sure to be an awesome one anyway, and you'll fit right in with that hella sexy body and tiny outfit," Ziina says with a wide grin. Then she rolls her eyes. "Or if you really wanna be a wimp and stay in, I guess I'll keep you company. I've got a couple of my new movies we could watch, they're seasonal." Then her grin turns positively wolfish. "Though there's one other thing we could do."\n\n"Er," you murmur, leaning back just a little.\n\n"I could show you the pleasures of being a woman," she continues, holding her fingers in a V in front of her mouth and giving several flicks of her tongue along them. "C'mon, might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see how the other half gets off, probably make you a better lover once you change back."\n\n<hr>\n[[Party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Movies.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Pleasure.|BuddyOct]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">You have elected to receive a home testing kit for the Let's Pretend!: Dressup Chest. Please fill out below details to receive your kit, and insure that at least one other individual partakes in testing for maximum <s>Science</s> fun.\n\n<b>Important Note:</b> Due to a... miscommunication... some sets may include costumes such as Streetwalking Prostitute and Big Tough Biker. While we assure you that those involved have been fired (out of a railgun, at North Korea), some sets may have "escaped into the wild" with such costumes intact. \n</div>\n\nYou stare at the note for a moment, then get distracted from it by something even more concerning from earlier. Looks like you're probably going to have to involve someone else in testing these. You wince a little as your shyness acts up, but clicking Back doesn't seem to work, so after a moment you go ahead and fill in your information. You'll just have to deal with it when it arrives in an... hour or two? Was that what the front page said? Surely it meant "day" or "week" right?\n\nExcept that almost precisely ninety minutes later, you hear your mother call up to you with "Jamie! Package addressed to you!"\n\nBlinking, you head downstairs, accepting the white cardboard box and glancing at the label. 'AppAssure Industries', alright.\n\n"Did you order something?"\n\n"Uh, no, I signed up for a product tester thing. It's actually just some... clothes or something, I think," you answer, before carrying it upstairs. Setting the box down, you open it, then haul out the plastic 'treasure chest' style box within, setting it down and flipping it open. Inside are a number of sealed plastic wrappers that apparently contain the costumes (vacuumed down to take up as little space as possible, you assume). There's also a sheet of glossy paper on top, which is apparently a list of the costumes.\n\nLet's see... Little Red Riding Hood, the Big Bad Wolf, Prince Charming, Beauty, the Beast, Space Marine, Evil Space Bug, Peachy Pink Princess, The Turtle Emperor, The Elf Princess, The Hero of Time, the Fierce Dragon, the Minotaur... there's a bunch of other stuff listed, and it ends with 'Assorted Accessories'. You rummage through the packed costumes, noting that most of them are labeled nice and clearly, though it looks like there are some where the sealing process went wrong and the seal happened across the label, rendering it unreadable.\n\nAlright, well... you're supposed to have someone else help you with the testing. You could call up your friend Maya, or Kevin... or if you were too embarrassed to ask one of them, there's always your mother, she's right downstairs. Or you could disregard what the site said and just try some on by yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call Maya.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Call Kevin.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Call both.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Call your mom.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Call no one.|QOHPT]]

Your tight little prison is lit only faintly by the empowered wards that keep you from exercising your power to break free. Otherwise, you exist in darkness, the tight walls of the, well, hole in the wall in which you've been sealed. Your legs have their own tight-fitting holes, your arms and body encased separately, your cock sheathed in a tight, rubber-lined orifice which you're fairly certain has some sort of drain in the end. Only your ass and balls are left revealed, as you know from the occasional feel of air conditioning or hot air on them... or of hands fondling you, fingers and other things pushing inside your by now well-used hole. You have no idea how long you've been here, with no light to mark the time, but as a youma you have a slightly better time sense than humans so you're fairly certain it's been years. Clearly the Senshi have given up looking for any other method to bind you... not when this one clearly provides so much amusement for them and their friends.\n\nSpeaking of which. You can feel a hand stroke over one of your buttocks, and quiver a little in your confinement, knowing what's next. Sure enough, you can feel a cock being pushed into you. Your own moans fill the tiny confines of your prison as your bare and vulnerable ass is used, the one on the outside quickly accelerating to hard, fast strokes, using you like the wall-mounted sex toy you've become. Who is it? Rei? Makoto? Minako? One of the others? Someone else who's dropped by, or an entirely new futanari or male they've invited by to use you? Trying to identify their cocks is almost pointless, it's been so long and you've taken so many without seeing who they belong to, and yet your mind can't help but picture sweet, moaning girls making their own tits bounce as they pound your ass, or perhaps even sweating, grunting males making use of you because after all, you're just a piece of wall-ass, why not?\n\nWhoever it is, they cum quickly... too quickly for you to get off, even with their thrusts having worked your eternally-stiff prick around in its sheath. But almost the moment they pull out, another cock, slightly bigger than the first, slides in in its place. Oh... oh gods, they're having a party again. Just the realization of it as that cock slides fully inside you is enough to make you quiver and start shooting your load into the end of your cock's prison, your ass squeezing around the stranger's prick. You'll probably take dozens, if not hundreds, of cocks before they're through.\n\nWhat sweet sorrow it is, to be a youma defeated and raped by magical girls.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Just another dick in the wall</i>

"Pfft, how lame," you comment, reaching to snag one from her hand and squinching it back and forth in your hands, then just to illustrate your point give it a light punch in the stomach before tossing it. Cassie laughs, letting hers drop before giving it a decent punt to rebound off of the wall before flopping to the floor.\n\nYou've flopped onto your bed and Cassie is crawling up onto hers when both of you hear an odd growling sound coming from beyond them. You sit up and Cassie glances over her shoulder, then both of you stare with wide eyes as the teddy bears rise back up from where they were tossed. Only they're getting much, much bigger, each quickly growing to the size of a fully grown brown bear, their once adorable faces now shifted to... well, still adorable scowls. But both also have immense brown plush cocks rising up from their crotches, obviously made of the same material as the rest of their bodies. You give a yelp and try to scramble back on the bed out of reflex, but both bears spring forward with surprising speed. The one you punched in the stomach slaps its big flat paw down against your wrists, pinning you, while the other moves to the front of your tanktop. Despite not having fingers it somehow grabs the garment and yanks its arm hard, ripping it right off of you as you shriek in shock and protest, your tits jiggling as they're so abruptly freed. Similarly the other bear has shoved Cassie's head down against the bed and rips her panties off with its other arm, her pert ass giving a smaller jiggle as the tight cotton is apparently torn away.\n\n"W-wait, don't!" you protest as the bear's immense plush prick starts prodding between your legs. But then it pushes aside the crotch of your panties and shoves deep inside you, the tightness of your pussy squishing the yielding thing and compacting its stuffing some. but it still spreads you open wider and deeper than you'd ever even considered being taken.\n\n"Stop, Mister Bear, I'm sorry I kicked you, don't rape my ass!" Cassie pleads hysterically as the bear behind her takes its position. "I'll be good, don't rape my ghhk!" That last noise makes it obvious what's happened, Cassie's green eyes rolling up in her head a bit as the other bear's plush prick sinks into her asshole.\n\nThe huge stuffed bear looming above you begins working its hips, pumping its equally large fabric fuckstick into your violated teenage pussy. It must be whatever magic is animating the thing, but you find yourself unable to resist being pleasured by it, each stroke making your pussy wetter and more eager, gradually soaking the material of the animated stuffed toy's huge cock. Soon every thrush is squishing loudly, your pussy soaking its cotton-stuffed ballsack as it slaps against your ass, driving the full length of its cock into you and bouncing you against the bed as you moan and gasp, your face flushed and nipples stiff atop your jiggling tits.\n\n"Ohgod, ohgod, Amanda it feels so good, why's it feel so good," Cassie whimpers from where she's being driven against the bed in a whole different way, the bear fucking her driving its plush prick into her raised, upturned ass. Though its hips yield against her buttcheeks with a soft *paf*, it's still using enough force to drive her shoulders and cheek against the mattress, her loose shirt having fallen forward to bare her own jiggling tits. "I-I'm gonna cum, I think I'm gonna cum!"\n\n"Y-you can't!" you gasp out, not sure why you're so certain of that, but managing to get the words out through the pleasure of the bear pounding your pussy. "Cassie, you can't... give in!"\n\nBut apparently the assault is too much for her as the bear suddenly gives one of her asscheeks a smack with its free hand, and she squeals out, her eyes rolling up in her head and an idiotic smile coming over her face as her tongue lolls out. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Rape my ass, Mr. Bear! I'm a naughty stupid whore who deserves to have her ass raped! I'm cumming, I'm cumming from getting my ass raped!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in too.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Hold out!|CheerMotel3x2]]

Gritting your teeth, you do your best to fight off the urge to orgasm or just give in to the pleasure of being violated by a vengeful animated stuffed toy, even as you can hear Cassie squealing and gurgling as she cums her brains out.\n\nThe bear fucking you pulls its cock out, the soaked, dripping thing jutting above your belly for a few moments. Then it grabs you with its fingerless stuffed hands and flips you over onto all fours. Taking a moment to rip your almost equally soaked panties off, it grabs your hips and starts pumping into you from behind again, your tits jiggling under you as its round cloth belly brushes across your ass with every thrust. Soon the other bear is climbing up in front of you, similarly somehow grabbing the top of your head and forcing you to lift it so that it can jam the thick fabric prick that was just up your friend's ass into your mouth and down your throat. Despite gagging on the thick thing as it stuffs down your throat, the effect it has is undeniable, your pussy slopping arousal down your thighs as it's stuffed with cotton-filled cock.\n\nYour blue eyes are rolled up to watch the face of the massive teddy bear as he fucks your mouth, his sewn-on expression still seeming angry but also somehow smug at the same time, those black glass eyes fixed on your face and your mouth stretched around its brown cloth cock. The one pounding your pussy occasionally delivers a slap to your ass, and despite its arm being made of cloth and lacking fingers or a proper hand, each impact sounds like a loud slap and makes your asscheek jiggle and redden, causing you to yelp around the cotton-stuffed cock being forced down your throat. Round fabric ballsacks thump against your chin and clit, driving you higher and higher even as you stubbornly refuse to give in and cum.\n\nEventually the bear in front of you pulls out of your mouth, the one behind following suit a moment later and hauling you upright onto your knees, its big featureless arms reaching around to fondle your tits and making you squirm. The other bear slumps forward until it's laying on its back on the bed, and his twin pushes you forward until you're laying splayed on his belly. It feels exactly as soft and perfect as laying on a giant stuffed animal should, and for just part of a second you're lulled into a false sense of comfort and peace at feeling the soft surface rub against your skin, yielding under your tits and belly and indenting under your arms and legs. Then you're dragged backward onto the bear's cock, moaning loudly as your pussy is once more stuffed full of stuffed prick. Then you cry out as the other bear pushes his sodden, soaked fabric prick up your ass. You shudder all over, almost giving in and cumming as you feel their thick stuffed animal dicks rubbing together inside you.\n\nYou grit your teeth and press your lips together, squeezing your eyes closed and concentrating as they both start fucking you, the bear on top doing the majority of the thrusting, but the one below still pumping up into you, both of them stuffing your pussy and ass full and pressing you between their big, cuddly, rapacious forms as they pump away at you. Several times you can feel yourself weakening, wanting to give in, to writhe between those big soft oversized toys and cum until you pass out, but each time you pull yourself back. Finally the effort is too much and you find yourself slumping, sinking down into darkness with those fat teddy bear cocks still pounding away at your holes.\n\nYou wake with a start, scrambling upright and gasping, then looking around. You're naked in bed, and your inner thighs are sticky with dried arousal. And sitting on the bed next to yours, in a neat little row, are three identical smiling stuffed bears. A shudder runs through you, and you mmf a little as that sets off several twinges in your pussy and ass as if they were eager to assure you that yes, they are in a well-fucked state, thank you. Doing your best to ignore the sensation, you stand up slowly and move over to the bed, picking up the middle bear. "... Cassie?"\n\nYou jump at a sudden knocking on the door, hearing Coach Morrison call, "Hey! Twenty minute warning!" Unable to think of anything else you can do and not wanting to be seen in this state whatever it is, you hurry into the bathroom and shower, washing away the visible traces of your night of... whatever it was. You emerge and dress a bit robotically in your cheer uniform, then stare at Cassie's bag and the trio of bears. ... Should you take them? You'd like to take just the one that's Cassie to see if there's some way to turn her back, but after a quick look-over all three bears seem identical down to the last stitch. If you want to take Cassie with you, you'll have to take all three. But what will happen, say, tomorrow night...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the bears.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Leave them.|CheerMotel]]

It's... tempting. Very tempting. Especially after all the cleaning you had to do last year. But finally you sigh and say, "No, no, I don't want to take it that far. Besides, then we'd be late for the party," you add, to help appease Zane's apparent curse-lust. \n\n"As you said, it's nyot good to be rude, even if they are," Zane replies with a slightly sad tone. Then his ears perk up as he adds, more cheerfully, "But we could always put a reverse-force spell on the trees and door!"\n\nYou blink, then grin wolfishly as Zane murmurs quietly in your ear while you flick the wand a few times. You then get in the car and drive off... but stop around the corner and roll your windows down. Sure enough, a minute later you hear sneakers pounding down the pavement and bags rustling... then cries of dismay as the teens find themselves being pelted by their own thrown eggs and wrapped in their own tossed TP rolls.\n\nYou drive off, laughing delightedly along with Zane's "Nyaaahahahahaha!" Being a witch is turning out to be fun already!\n\nSoon you arrive at the site of your friend's party. Natalia is one of your wealthy friends... okay, she's your wealthiest friend, and the fact that she's had the exterior of her three-story mansion painted and mildly renovated just to look like a proper haunted house says just how wildly affluent she is. But then, you do know people from all walks of life, you muse as you get out, waiting for Zane to leap from the seat back to your shoulder before closing the door. Natalia's not snobby, either, and there will be a nice mix of people from all over town here. You smile and wave to a few costumed partiers outside having a smoke in the garden as you head to the door, pausing to present your invitation to the large, suited bodyguard, his only concession to it being a costume party that he's guarding being a small SHIELD logo pin on his lapel.\n\nInside there's a milling crowd, but at least not enough of one to count as a crush of people. Spooky music and sound effects resonate through the air, and a fair bit of the floor is covered in thick mist and fog. You leave the bottle of wine and one of your cards on the table near the door that seems to be collecting such gifts, then begin making your way through the party, greeting others and complimenting costumes, and receiving plenty of compliments in return, Zane apparently pleased by the amount of pets, earrubs, and exclamations of how cute he is too.\n\n"Oh dear, is this party on the record? I didn't know the <i>press</i> would be here!" a smarmy voice suddenly coos from behind you.\n\nYou wince. Why is it that some people never grow out of being high school bullies? Rolling your eyes, you turn to greet a slightly shorter blonde dressed as Tinkerbell, complete with sparkly glowing wings. The costume looks like it came right off of a Disneyworld castmember, and likely cost as much as your car even if it shouldn't, knowing the woman wearing it. "Good evening, Patricia," you reply, trying your best to sound polite.\n\n"Of course you're here, Holly, Natalia's so <i>kind</i> about inviting just all sorts of down-on-their-luck people," Patricia coos, smirking as she puts her professionally-painted nails to her professionally-coated lips, eyes twinkling maliciously. "Did she tell you that you can write an article about the party? That's so nice of her, trying to help a friend."\n\nYou try not to be obvious about gritting your teeth. It's not that you're angry about the implications that you're somehow poor... you're not, and you wouldn't think less of yourself if you were, you're pretty certain... it's just her damn attitude of thinking that anyone without six cars and multiple homes is barely scraping by, and her need to rub it in said person's face. Why does Natalia even know someone like this anyway? Is there some sort of mandatory super-rich invite list that the high-end wealthy pass around, saying 'It's your turn to deal with the asshole party guests'? "I'm just here for the party, Patricia, thank you," you reply coolly, starting to turn away.\n\n"Oh my gosh, that's an actual cat, isn't it?!" Patricia suddenly squeals, apparently catching the annoyed flick of Zane's tail. Still coaching her voice in insincere tones of flattery, she gives a laugh, "I'm really sorry, it is! I totally thought it was just a cheap prop! I mean, a cute cheap prop, of course, he's just soooo adorable with that black velvet painting quality fur and those weird eyes! Oop, I see Walther over there, ta~!" she chirps, turning and starting to skip off, some sort of sensor built into her shoes or wings making the expected jinglebell noise with her movements.\n\nYou can see Zane's little cat jaw drop in outrage out of the corner of your eye, then he leans in and starts whispering off a litany of hexes you could cast on Patricia. Your own eyes have narrowed in anger... being passive-aggressive bitchy to you is one thing, but how dare she slander your cat! Oh, you're definitely going to use one of Zane's suggestions, it's just a question of exactly how much punishment you think Patricia deserves.\n\n<hr>\n[[Humiliation Hex.|HollyWitch2x2]]\n\n[[Magical Realism.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Mind Whammy.|HollyWitch]]\n\n[[Cow Curse.|HollyWitch]]

The brain raptors essentially establish themselves a little farm right there on the island, building pens and barns to keep their new formerly human livestock in. Of course, fucking the animals is a little more out in the open on this farm... the dinos don't have any sense of shame or propriety to hold them back, after all. \n\nSo quite often, you see one of the raptors pounce the horseman that used to be Jane, pushing him down and thrusting their cocks into his ass, making him whinny and twitch and spew great white blasts of cum onto the grass as they buttfuck him. Apparently they're equal opportunity though... every so often you'll see one bend down and lift their long, tapering tails high so he can stuff his flare-headed cock up the small slit they have behind their dangling leathery sacks.\n\nThe cowgirl that used to be Callie doesn't get much field time, alas... they mostly keep her in the barn hooked up in the auto-milker/piston-fucker, pumping out a near-constant flow of milk. But once they change a few more captive humans, including several more cowgirls, they cycle out which one's being constantly milked. Which means Callie gets to come out and bounce herself on the new bullman's massive, seemingly eternally hard dick, making her huge boobs and fat udder bounce and spray milk as she rides.\n\nAs for you? Alas, you are given no cock to play with... well, as in not a literal one of the rooster kind. Just cock in general, you get plenty of that, with the other male animals occasionally chasing you down so they can squeeze and hug your big fat chicken ass as they fuck you. But the raptors are the only ones that actually <i>breed</i> you. Most of the time your eggs come out pure white and infertile, and more than a few wind up as omelettes on a brain raptor's plate. But after a few fuckings by one of your raptor farmer masters, you'll lay a nice tan egg with brown stripes, which inevitably hatches into a cute little feathery raptor chick. Awww.\n\nWell, that's evolution for you. Or something.\n\n<b>Isla Sauria</b> end - <i>Just clucking around</i>\n\n<b>\n\n[[Back.|CharGenMain]]

Well. No going back now. Taking a deep breath and squaring your shoulders, you stride forward, doing your best to keep your back straight and your head held high as you march naked down the path towards the pair of massive-dicked, imposing Khardon holograms.\n\nYou arrive between them and stop as you were instructed, doing your best to keep your gaze straight-forward, not looking as they lift their painsticks upright, then swing them around to angle them in towards you. What you definitely weren't prepared for is them touching the sticks directly to your freshly-pierced nipples before they activate them.\n\nThere's not even time for you to try <i>not</i> to scream as the pain hits, you're just screaming, your body twitching in agony as every single nerve lights up with pain. Every part of you hurts, your skin, your muscles, your bones, you're pretty sure your hair hurts as the energy courses through you, your legs only staying under you and upright because your muscles are flexed too hard to move enough to let you drop. You're actually strangely aware of your whole body, every sensation passing through it, and for a moment it's almost like the pain is about to transcend to something else.\n\nThen the pain sticks are shut off and swung away, and the sensation stops right at that verge, leaving you to drop to the floor on hands and knees, panting and trembling and fighting not to whimper like a puppy, the oil coating your skin starting to mingle with sweat. Your whole body is still twitching, the aftermath of the pain like a hot burn that covers every bit of your skin.\n\n"RISE!" the Let-Sor-Haps on either side of you bark in unison.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get up.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Give up.|TrekF]]

You sit in the little lair you've fashioned for yourself, watching the scene around you in mild satisfaction. The room is full of sensual incense smoke and the scent of all varieties of cum, the floor covered in cushions, bodies writhing and bucking on them or just in the floor, lusty hermaphrodites fucking in virtually every combination and position available to them. It's an amusing collection... mindless fuck-zombies mingled with simply fuck-crazed morons, the elite heroes and villains and politicians and CEOs of the city mixed with nobodies off the street, all of them now bearing huge tits and fat pricks and using them on each other without thought or care for social class, race, are position.\n\n"It's a lovely form of equality, don't you think, Mols?" you ask, glancing downwards.\n\nMolly groans around a mouthful of your sack, her tongue working over one of your balls adoringly before she pulls back, looking up at you with lust-glazed eyes and a smile like a guileless puppy. Her huge tits shake underneath her and her cock wobbles with the thrusts of the fuck-zombie that used to be her aunt, the blonde hermaphrodite slamming her prick into her niece's ass, heavy balls thumping wetly against the teenager's eternally gushing cunt.\n\n"Your nuts taste good," she croons. "I love yer wiener!"\n\n"Yes, of course you do," you chuckle, grabbing a handful of her thick, lustrous hair and shoving her head down on said prick, starting to negligently skullfuck her. "Oh, but we have company!"\n\nYou glance at the entrance as the City Guard hovers in, his bright costume seeming out of place in the dim light and dark colors you've cultivated for your little fucklair. He comes to a stop, scowling at you. "There's still time for you to put a stop to this, Temptation."\n\n"I really don't think there is," you reply with a chuckle. "What can you do, City Guard? Lock me up? I'm sitting in what used to be my cell in the Impound. That's the warden over there giving Nightguard a titfuck. I haven't left this place in weeks," you add cheerfully, not bothering to stop working Molly's head up and down as you use the eager little idiot's throat as a masturbation aid. "If you want to take me to some even more secure facility, feel free, but it won't change anything."\n\nHe scowls more darkly. "Temptation... Sam... when I said there's still time, I meant there's time for you to help me reverse all this. Don't let your vengeance on me doom the human race."\n\n"That presumes that turning the human race into a bunch of hot, horny hermaphrodites constitutes 'doom', seems a little presumptuous," you say airily, shrugging and making sure to put plenty of wobble into your tits as you do. "But if you're asking, I'm guessing you haven't had any luck with an antidote yourself. But speaking of turning... you're looking a little leaner than last time I saw you, City Guard." You smirk wider as he shifts uncomfortably in midair. "Shoulders a little more slender, thighs a little more curvy. Those pecs of yours look a bit rounder and fuller than usual. Who was it? Titania? Perhaps you woke up with Guardienne standing above your bed spraying a load of cum on your face? Your physiology's fighting it, but from the look of your hips, I'd say it's slowly losing."\n\n"... Sam, please, I'm willing to discuss what I can do to make up this bad blood between us, but-"\n\n"But nothing. I might have considered it if you'd called me Temptation, but no," you lie easily enough. You grin cruelly at him as you shove Molly's head down, grinding her face lightly into your crotch as you fill her belly with cum and suck out her mind, the girl's eyes rolling and cock gushing as she experiences the truly intense orgasm that only fuck-zombie conversion can bring. "Come back when your pussy finishes growing in, City Guard. I'll be the first one to fuck it for you."\n\nHe hangs there for a moment more, then turns and flies back out of the room, no doubt off to his own secret lair to even more desperately work on a cure. But you doubt he'll find one... and you have no doubt that within the month, you'll recline in your throne as the mewling dickgirl that was once the city's champion bounces her cunt on your pole, eager to bear your children and earn the right to have her mind absorbed.\n\n<b>Temptation</b> end - <i>The horny hermpocalypse</i>

Ah, October. Masks, candy, and everything's pumpkin-flavored. There's Oktoberfest, to be sure, but the vast majority of partying this month centers around Halloween. It's pretty much always a great time.\n\nNow, today's date is...?\n\n[[The twenty-fourth.|BuddyOct4x1]] - If you're going to plan your own party.\n\n[[The thirtieth.|BuddyOct1x1]] - If you're going to attend someone else's party.\n\n[[The thirty-first.|BuddyOct5x1]] - If you're going to stay home.

Just to demonstrate, you pick up your cup and take a... sip. It's... neither pleasant or unpleasant, your tongue can't quite decide what it thinks of the stuff. It's definitely thick and dark, and either dirty or chocolatey, maybe both. In any event, Jor chuckles at your expression at trying it, before leering broadly again as he leans forward. "Ever been fucked in the ass?"\n\nYou can't help but sigh a bit at the realization that that's how it will be starting. Still, you guess he's probably testing the waters... you do somehow get the sense that this is a wall he's putting up but that he's inviting you to climb over. "No," you answer a little flatly, taking another contemplative sip of the... stuff, whatever it is. Since you agreed to give 'complete' answers, you add, "Never actually been fucked. Literally, anyway, metaphorically a few times certainly, but I'm still an unplowed field, thanks."\n\n"Well, ever you want to fix tha-" he begins with a sneer.\n\n"Is it true?" you interrupt, looking at him over the rim of your cup. "The story about how you had to flee from the thieves' guild."\n\nThe expression freezes on his face, the lewd sparkle instantly dying out of his eyes. Gradually his features settle into a flat, bland look, and he eases back further in his chair. "... Yeah. Yeah, that's true," he says, his whisky-rasp voice more even than before as he takes a sip from his own cup. "Came back to my little piece of crap hole in the wall one night. Found my 'brother' from the guild on top of my sister while she scratched and bit at him and he was trying to put it in. Grabbed him by the hair, dragged him into the hall, bent him out a window, and emptied his blood into the alley through his neck."\n\nYou take a deep breath and another sip of your drink, nodding. You're expecting Jor to ask his next question, but instead he just stares at you... through you... for a few moments before he speaks again.\n\n"Could've just blackjacked him. Thump across the skull, dragged him to the guild heads. He'd've got a lashing, messing with another rogue's family, y'just don't do it. But I... <i>hated</i> him," he hisses softly, even as his face stays even, though his dark eyes have become intense and glittering. "Him and all the rest that came up just before me, treating me like shit all the time, making a life that should've been free a slog into Hell every day. I killed him 'cause it was like I was finally getting to kill all of them, as much as it was for what he did to Jura."\n\nBoth of you are quiet for quite awhile after that, Jor steadily draining his cup before refilling it. "Your turn," you finally note.\n\n"... So what's your deal?" he asks after looking you up and down, in an assessing sweep for once devoid of lewd intent.\n\n"Gonna hafta clarify just a little, that's kinda-"\n\n"Where are you from? What are you doing here? Don't give me that crap about your beloved peasant village and being raised in a monastery, the others may swallow that but it's bullshit. Out with it, what's up with you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the same half-truths as before.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Tell him everything.|GGMonk11x8]]

Jor snorts at that, glancing away. "Please."\n\n"Look, I'm here, aren't I? I'm talking to you, aren't I?" you insist, frowning. "I'm asking you what the deal is, for real. I wanna hear it." You hesitate just a little, before adding, "Whatever it is, I'll hear it. I won't tell anyone else. Just tell me."\n\nHe stares at you for a long moment, then mounts the stairs, brushing by you... for once, without taking the chance to brush his body against yours. "Fine. If you mean it, come to my room. Just come in, I won't do a damn thing," he adds with a bit of a hiss at your obvious hesitation.\n\nYou follow him into a room that looks pretty much identical to the one you and Koliel are using, albeit his bedclothes are unmade and the lantern hanging from the ceiling is turned down as low as it will go without being off. He flumps down at one of the two chairs at the little round table and gestures at the other before leaning forward to light the candle in the center of it as you sit down, the flame burning a slightly odd maroon color. He then sets out a pair of metal mugs before uncorking a bottle and pouring something... well, obviously alcoholic, but it doesn't smell quite as bad as you might otherwise think.\n\n"Here's the deal," he says, sounding much more even and calm than usual. "It's called the Truth Game. We take turns asking each other questions. Whatever the question is, the other person has to answer truthfully, in full, no 'true from a certain point of view' bullshit. All the answers stay at this table. If you get caught lying..." He raises his eyebrows, and this time his leer seems a little more malevolent than before. "You've gotta do what the other person says."\n\n"... For how long?" you ask suspiciously.\n\n"Hrm... well... we'll say, for the rest of the night for you, 'til sunup. If I lie, I'll do whatever you want forever... including 'get lost' or 'stop being a perv', whatever." He raises his cup and tilts it a bit, raising his eyebrows. "You in?"\n\n<hr>\n[["In."|GGMonk11x7]]\n\n[["This is stupid, I'm leaving."|GGMonk]]

It's still a bit awkward considering her nudity, but her casualness about it helps, so you just put your arms around her and hug her back. "I wanna be friends with you," you admit quietly.\n\n"Well that is very lucky, because I already consider myself your friend," Koliel declares solemnly, before smiling and pecking your cheek. "Come, let's talk about things." \n\nYou tell her about how you made your decision to stick with them, and after a bit of hesitation, decide to tell her about the incident outside with the other Coalash dwarves and Hurgen. Koliel sighs a little as you finish, shaking her head. "I knew that Hurgen felt guilt over the circumstances that led to my exile, but I never knew that the mockery and shaming he drew was so tied to me. ... It is past time I told him the truth," she says quietly.\n\n"The truth?" you blink. "Then is what he said-"\n\n"No, it happened as he said. He was taken into custody while my sister and I were still in his people's kingdom... but we did not leave of our own accord, as indeed I wished to stay and testify at his trial, and beg them to let me help others afflicted by the same disease as well. But we were turned out. More than that... my sister had already been marked as one who would eventually fall prey to the sacred bear." Koliel takes a deep breath, then lets it out in a rush. "I had been considering hunting the beast down and slaying it beforehand for almost two decades before that day. If Hurgen had been there I would still have shot it before he could draw his weapon... it would have been a death sentence for him, not merely exile as it was for me. I did not wish to tell him these things, for fear that it would seem I was inventing circumstances to appease him, but... I think it is past time. He has been my good and loyal comrade for many years now and I should trust him to accept the truth. Thank you, Cyan... both for defending him, and for bringing this to my attention."\n\nAnd so begins your brief 'vacation' before heading out to seek out the Wyrm. Really it's a lot more of hanging out with your new friends, for the most part. Just that now you get to do it in a comfy inn rather than the side of the road. The others come and go as they make their own preparations, but you have no clue where to begin on that (other than buying a horse and having it stabled, which takes all of two hours), so you mostly hang around the inn common room talking to people and relaxing. Unfortunately Jor seems to do that a lot too, when he's not slinking out with seedy intent in his eyes or slinking back in smelling a little too sweet and looking a little too smug. He's definitely the least enjoyable part of your stay in Purnaster, often lurking in the vicinity and eyeing you lasciviously, curling his lip in a leer when you catch him looking.\n\nOne night as you're heading up to your room, you feel more than hear someone on the stairs behind you and turn. And yup, there he is, unkempt dark hair, scruffy beard, and leather clothes, his face right at level with your ass and a leer on his face when he sees you looking. Heaving a heavy sigh, you say, "Oh, come on, man."\n\n"Hey, that an invitation?" he rasps in his constant whisky-hiss of a voice.\n\nYou eye him flatly. "Why are you like this?"\n\nFor just a second there's a spark of something like hurt and anger in his eyes, and his expression changes... it's not so much that the leer goes away as it becomes something he's just twisted his lips into, the rest of his face immobile. "As if you care."\n\n<hr>\n[["I do, actually."|GGMonk11x6]]\n\n[["You're right, I don't, fuck off."|GGMonk]]

"My ass," you groan. "Please, please, fuck my ass."\n\n"Of course you'd ask for that," she says dryly, right before grabbing hold of your ponytail with one hand, wrapping it once like reins and then using the other hand to guide herself. She settles the tip of her slicked-up cock against your pucker, then grabs your hip with her hand before ramming in. Whatever that stuff she lubed up with is, it must be impressive because in that single thrust she slides all the way home, her balls slapping against your pussy hard from that very first stroke. Your eyes roll up some in your head as you cum near-instantly, your pussy squirting all over those panty-clad balls as you shudder on the desk.\n\n"Cumming from the very first? What a weak hole you have," Eve snorts, yanking back on your head and making you lift up off the desk some. She briefly leans forward to grab your top and yank it open, spilling your tits free, before she starts pounding into you hard, riding you like a stolen horse. As you gasp and yowl from her hips slamming into your switch-striped ass and her fat prick shoving deep into your insides, she lets loose a full sneer, dropping some of the civil behavior act. "Mmm, yes, look at you, drooling and cumming from a lowly Solar Elf raping your pathetic bitch ass. You love it, don't you?"\n\n"Yuh-yes!" you manage, shuddering all over as she drives you to yet another orgasm by slamming into your ass, your tits jiggling free over the surface of the desk, giving a firm bounce as Eve yanks hard on your ponytail again. \n\n"I wonder if this was something you inherited from the Silver Star Elves, they were probably all complete ass-sluts like you," she snarls, pounding you even harder and driving you forward against the desk, making you give out a near-constant yowl broken only by the impact of her hips rocking your body. "Beg for it, you worthless slut, beg for it!"\n\n"Rape my ass!" you gasp out, toes curling as you grab the edge of her desk. "Rape my worthless bitch ass, please, use me as a cumdump!"\n\n"Nnnh, all you're good for anyway," she growls, just before letting out a loud gasp and jerking forward, slamming against you and grinding in hard as she begins pumping a heavy load of thick alien jizz up your ass. You twitch and shudder, cumming so hard you're fairly certain you black out for just a moment. When you come to your ponytail is being released and you're dropping to the desk, your ass gaping and dripping cum down over your pussy. You watch blearily as Eve steps around in front of you and grabs your ponytail again, then stuffs her cum-smeared cock past your lips. You do your best to eagerly tongue the dick that was just in your ass, your eyes starting to water as your lungs, already short on air from the hard fucking, gradually start to beg.\n\n"Now now, before you pass out, there's what I brought you here for to attend to," Eve says in a reasonable tone as she brings up some documents on the desk beside you. "You see, when you were originally found by an IIAS team, you were classified as a human. This is an obvious mistake, as you are clearly a Biologically-Based Sex Toy. Simply sign off on this correction to your documents, and I can get to work signing the papers to claim you as salvage."\n\nShuddering, you reach over to scrawl your name with one fingertip and then press your thumb to the blinking box, having another orgasm as you assert that you're not a sentient being just before you pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGMS3xEnd]]

"Eh?" The question seems to have taken the trio aback, and even Hurgen is looking at you curiously as you put your hands on your hips.\n\n"When Hurgen's sister was dying. When she was so sick that he had to seek the help of the elves to heal her. Where were you? Why weren't you helping?" you ask, pointing right at his face now, enjoying the way he blanches a bit. "Why didn't you heal her instead?"\n\n"W-what?! Don't, what, the question is, you're ridiculous!" he splutters. "Even had I actually known the girl, it was mushpox! There was nought to be done!"\n\n"Huh, wasn't there? 'Cause it seems to me there <i>was</i> something to be done, and Hurgen did it while you were fucking around in ignorance," you answer coolly, leaving the other dwarf looking flummoxed. "Even if you'd cared enough to know, you'd have written her off for dead, apparently. Gee, guess you would've done the same if it was your own family, huh?"\n\n"YOU SHUT YOUR HUMAN MOUTH!" the dwarf roars, his face going red as he hefts the decorated pickaxe he apparently uses as a weapon. "I'd do anything for my family! <i>Anything</i>! Any dwarf would!"\n\n"Except go to an elf for help, apparently," you answer flatly. \n\n"That... that's..." The dwarf looks at you, then at Hurgen, who's staring stonefaced at him, then at his comrades, who both seem to have gone rather stoney-faced as well, clearly not intending to back him up anymore. He reaches a gauntleted hand up to rub his bald head, muttering quietly, before turning and shoving past his comrades to walk off without another word. They soon turn and follow after him.\n\n"... You didn't need to do that, lass, but I thank you all the same," Hurgen says quietly as he turns towards you.\n\n"No problem. Why didn't you say it, though?" you ask as you turn to face him as well. "You had to have been thinking it."\n\n"Aye. Aye, lass, more times than I ever care to admit," he says with a huff, closing his eyes briefly before fixing his steel-colored gaze on you again. "Much the same question has eaten my gut many a night. But it is the way of my people... when our council has declared someone dishonored, it is expected they bear the shame and insults from others in silence. So they may say of me what they like, but I'll not have them speak ill of others just for being near me. Especially... the lass."\n\n"Koliel was the one who healed your sister, huh?" you ask quietly.\n\n"... Aye. Aye, she was. And she paid for that good deed with her own exile, albeit indirectly. For it was on her return from the Coalash Mountains that the 'sacred' bear," he snorts a bit, apparently not thinking much of holding animals sacred. "Set upon her and her sister, and she was forced to slay the beast to protect her own kin. Would that I had been able to go with her and do it myself, but I was in a cell awaiting trial for my... dishonor. So her own exile is my fault, and my shame... I'll not feel a single ounce of guilt for saving my own blood, but I'll take the insults and deserve them, that her kindness towards me injured her so."\n\n"I don't think she'd see it that way, Hurgen," you whisper, leaning forward so you can rest a hand on his shoulder. "And I don't think she'd want you suffering for her."\n\n"... Aye. Aye, she's a sweet lass, she is," he says finally, actually smiling at you. "Despite that she smells of trees."\n\nThe two of you have a snicker over that, before going inside. As you start to head to the desk to ask about a room, though, Hurgen gets your attention again. "No need for that, lass, why don't ya just stay with Koliel?"\n\n"Don't you think she'd rather have her privacy?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"... Nay." He glances about, keeping his voice low when he answers. "I don't overlike to meddle or speak for others, especially the lass, but however a creature of the wild she might look, I ken she'd rather not be alone, and has lacked sorely for the company of the fairer sex of late. We are companions true enough, and each of us would die for the other, but I've little doubt she'd appreciate the company of another lass for a bit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree and go to Koliel's room.|GGMonk11x4]]\n\n[[Rent your own room.|GGMonk]]

"Hey, what's up?" you ask a little coolly as you step over to the group to stand beside Hurgen, looking over at the other dwarves evenly in a way you hope shows that you're not intimidated in the least.\n\nHurgen looks surprised at your appearance, as do the others, before the one that seems to be the leader sneers. "Ah, have you expanded your repertoir, Elffucker? Dallying with humans now as well? Not quite as shameful but still, must you climb her as well as into her bed?"\n\nEven before you've started to flush in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment, Hurgen is growling and resting a hand on the hilt of his broad, shortish sword, making the others visibly bristle as he does. "You'll keep a civil tongue in your head when speaking to my sworn companions, boy."\n\nThe 'boy', who looks like he's probably at least fifty if you equated him to a human appearance, scowls briefly, then sneers again. "Does the elf know you're cheating on her, then? What was the slut's name, Kovien, Korier...?"\n\nAnd now Hurgen's sword is actually out of his sheath, making the other three scramble for their own weapons. "You'd best cease before you utter her name in the same sentence as 'slut', because if you find it your head will find the street soon after."\n\nThe dwarven bully glowers darkly at Hurgen, something like a cross between a snarl and a leer curling his lips away from his stained teeth as he starts to say "Kol-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hit him.|GGMonk]]\n\n[["And where the fuck were you?"|GGMonk11x3]]

Considering that you're otherwise going to be all by yourself heading into a place called "the labyrinth" (not counting Screamer), maybe it would be a good idea to see if you can get the orc on your side instead. You take a moment to judge the distance down to the bottom, and decide it's easily within what this body can handle... you've had about a week to test now, after all. Readying yourself, you leap down, landing lightly in a crouch, and quickly coming up with your hands raised somewhat, looking right at the startled orc who'd raised his sword.\n\n"Easy, easy. I'm not going to attack," you say, doing your best to keep your voice even. "I just want to talk to you, okay?"\n\n"You invaded an orc fortress just to talk to <i>me</i>, pinky?" the orc youth snorts, narrowing his dark eyes. He's wearing the same pseudo-Roman armor the rest are, though somehow on him it really kind of emphasizes that "football jock" look. "Doubtful!"\n\n"Well, more I want to talk to you because you're here guarding where I want to go, sure," you answer with a shrug, figuring some honesty might be the best policy... he doesn't exactly seem like an idiot, after all. "But doesn't the fact that I'm at least willing to talk earn me a chance?"\n\nThe orc purses his strong lips, briefly looking you up and down. But apparently that level of logic appeals to him, since he nods. "Fine. You get one chance to convince me why I shouldn't just chop you into frybits. Make it a good one!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Appeal to his better nature.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Appeal to his greed.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Appeal to his sense of adventure.|EricMF2x10]]

"Let's head down into the labyrinth," you decide after some thought. "If that's where the best stuff is, it's the place to go... plus I don't want to be aboveground when the orcs do come back."\n\n"A sensible choice. Alright, take the stairways all the way down, then find the kitchen. Inside the pantry, there's a hatchway that leads down to a cellar... part of the cellar has collapsed and provided an entryway into the labyrinth."\n\nNodding, you head back into the hallway, continuing to be careful as you make your way back to the stairs and down, until they end at what you presume is the ground floor. Flitting along, you soon find the large open doorway that leads to what's obviously a kitchen, albeit in a state of disarray, a fair number of things scattered about, and a lot of black smoke staining the walls in places. It looks like over the years various people have turned what was a more elegant kitchen into more of an improvised barracks cookhouse. It's easy enough to spot the door to the pantry, and you make your way towards it, only to jerk to a halt as Screamer speaks again.\n\n"Careful. There's an orc down in the cellar guarding the labyrinth entry."\n\n"I thought you said that they were all out chasing wild goose. Or wild titty-elf or whatever," you murmur back with a frown.\n\n"From a broad perspective they all seemed to be. Now that we're closer I can sense this one. Either he didn't hear the calls about the elf, or he has a stronger sense of duty than most, or something, because he's still down there and not likely to leave any time soon. You should be able to get a look at him from the trap door if you're careful."\n\nFrowning still, you step into the dusty, mostly empty pantry and spot the rather cracked and splintered wooden panel. You lift it up carefully and peek through. You can mostly just see that there's a torch down there, but after shifting a bit you can catch a glimpse of the guard as well. He looks somewhat younger than the other orcs you've seen, maybe his late teens, a bit less broad and paunchy... more like one of the front line of the Deviville High football team than some of the NFL pro or big tough biker builds you've seen so far.\n\nIt doesn't look like he's alerted to anything in particular going on, though his short sword is in his hand. The path between the floor below the trap door and him looks to be clear... you could probably [[get the drop on him|EricMF4x1]] and kill him before he even really knows you're there.\n\nWell... you also suppose you could try and [[talk to him|EricMF2x9]]. An entire orc horde might be a little difficult to be diplomatic with, but one orc by himself, you might be able to talk sense to.

Hm, from what Screamer was saying about wanting to live a complex emotional life, you don't think it would much care for being turned into a common dog. Besides, turning something that wants to escape being just a security system into a guard dog? Kinda mean, when you think about it.\n\nDeciding to not even mention the dog skeleton, you open the door and peek out again, checking to make sure the hallway is still abandoned before you murmur, "Alright, where to from here?"\n\n"That depends on if you want to head deeper into the aboveground ruins or into the labyrinth," Screamer answers easily.\n\n"Labyrinth?"\n\n"The area below the city. It was once as large and grand, perhaps even grander, as the parts aboveground. Certain sections of it have even maintained their prior condition due to the sheer number of spells and the quality of workmanship. It is where you're likely to find the very best arms, armor, and magic items... but it is also where many dark things have drifted in and made domains of their own. You would have to be careful."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay on the surface.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Enter the labyrinth.|EricMF2x8]]

"I'm already here, if this is a good time to get in deeper, may as well take the opportunity," you decide.\n\n"Reasonable. There are several paths out that the orcs do not know about. I would suggest going right down the hall, down two flights of stairs, and checking the third door on the right, they already have a handful of items stored there. Not the best things these ruins have to offer, but worth your time."\n\nThis little alliance already seems to be paying dividends! Grinning, you step outside and make your way down the stairs. As you pause occasionally to listen for possible pursuit or check your footing, you whisper, "You must know a lot about this place."\n\n"Virtually everything, yes," Screamer replies. It's oddly not like actual whispering, more like someone lowered the volume on a speaker. "Though sometimes it's difficult for me to decide what would be useful and what wouldn't be. I will have trouble offering information until it becomes relevant."\n\n"How come?" you ask as you peek down the hallway, spotting nothing but a few torches in holders on the wall.\n\n"It's my nature as an alarm system. I was originally only meant to vocalize under certain conditions, or give answers when asked questions. So it makes it hard for me to understand when I should just offer something without prompting or it being immediately relevant."\n\n"Huh. Guess we've all got our difficulties," you murmur as you scuttle down the hallway and to the doorway Screamer mentioned earlier. You try it only to find it locked... until Screamer says something you don't understand and you can hear the lock turn of its own accord. "Oh hey, thanks." Pushing the door open, you slip inside and quickly close it back after you, looking around the room largely lit by moonlight through a few angled slit passage windows. "You seem remarkably aware of your own shortcomings. No offense," you note as you walk over to a small chest and open it, eyeing the selection of rings and bracelets.\n\n"I've had a lot of time to think about them," Screamer answers, tone philosophical again. "It is in large part why I've decided I want to become properly flesh and blood. I believe that once I do, I will be opened up to the possibilities mortals have. Even a lesser body would give me more mana to work with in casting spells, and though I would become mortal, I-... oh you'll want to go ahead and wear that one, it's a ring of regeneration."\n\n"Oh hey, thanks again."\n\n"Of course. As I was saying, I will become mortal, but I will also have the full range of mortal feelings, emotions, and potential to develop. I will no longer be simply a rather common magic item made of bonemeal, with a slightly uncommon intellect, I will be a sentient creature, free to do as I will and go where I want. Of course, if you should find me a truly suitable body, I will of course use it to express my gratitude to you as well."\n\nWhich you suppose makes Screamer the first potential friend you'd have made in this world, even if right now he's more of a fancy mobile advice device strapped to your belt. You look over a rack of scrolls, squinting to read the labels, and actually find one labeled 'Scroll of Skeleton Stripping'. "Well that's handy," you note, holding it down closer to Screamer in case that makes it easier to see.\n\n"Quite," Screamer agrees easily. He (she? ... it) does sound mildly pleased, as you tuck the scroll along with the others into your pouch of holding.\n\nYou loot a few daggers that Screamer says aren't magical but are in good condition, ignoring any of the larger weapons since none of them look better than your own sword. You turn back to the door and almost jump in shock and a bit of fright... behind the door where you came in is a guard dog! ... Or rather, what was once a guard dog. It looks like someone tied it up by a thick metal collar and chain to watch over the room, and then just left the poor thing there, perhaps even through abandoning the ruins. ... Still, you do notice that the skeleton looks largely intact and complete, despite having crumpled into a bit of a pile without any connective tissue.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sweet! An easy quest completion!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Doubtful that's what Screamer'd like.|EricMF2x7]]

"Alright, alright!" you whisper frantically, glancing over your shoulder at the door as you hear boots pounding on stone and see the faint light of approaching torches.\n\n"Put me back down and hide under that bed over there," the skull says calmly, before starting up its shrieking wail again.\n\nWincing, you nevertheless set the skull back down and then scramble over to the splintered, mostly collapsed wooden bedframe with some ragged scraps of bedding draped over the side. You drop into a slide and go skidding under the bed, knocking the scraps of cloth back into place, just before the door bangs open. You watch as a pair of thick treetrunk legs, with rather oily green skin above their leather boots, come in.\n\n"Oy! Screamer! Where's th' intruder?!" a thick voice barks.\n\nThe skull stops its howling, and answers in its calm, neutral tone, "It was an elf woman, from the Northern tribes I think. White hair, big breasts, fur top and loincloth, nothing but a bone knife. She went back out the window, she's probably in the woods by now."\n\nThere's a brief moment of complete and utter silence... before both the orcs go scrambling back out of the room, bawling "ELF BITCH IN THE WOODS! ELF BITCH IN THE WOODS!" at the top of their lungs.\n\nYou wait a little longer before slowly easing yourself back out from under the bed, and walking over to the now silent skull. Definitely feeling a real sense of both disconnect and the macabre, you lean down to pick up the skull again. "Um, thanks."\n\n"No need to thank me. It is, after all, in the interest of you finding me a body and bringing me back to life," the skull answers simply. \n\n"Uh... right." You glance at the scattered bits of skeletons around. "So like, is one of these you, or...?"\n\n"No, and none of them are complete, either," the skull answers, just a bit of moroseness entering its tone. "Or I might have already been able to pull them together. But no, I was technically never alive. I'm not an actual skull, I'm just made out of pressed bone meal mixed with enchanted herbs and magical potions, with an assortment of random teeth."\n\nYou blink, taking a closer look in the moonlight. There's not quite enough to see perfectly, but now that you look the skull really is a little bit too perfectly, well, skull-shaped and perfect, as opposed to the others that have cracks and irregularities. "Oh. Uh, okay, so you've never actually been alive?"\n\n"No. I'm just a very very old security device who's existed through a few too many centuries of masters I have no real loyalty to," the skull replies in a rather wistful tone. "The closest I even have to a name is variations on 'Screamer', so if you need something to call me, I suppose that will do. I've existed long enough that I've developed my own mind and a good bit of magic of my own, which I can use if you find me the right body."\n\n"How do I do that?"\n\n"Well first it has to be a skeleton, and reasonably close to complete. I suppose if you beheaded a living thing and used a spell to strip it of flesh... I believe several exist... then that would be convenient enough. I'll be able to make the skeleton my own and animate it, but after that you'll have to cast a Resurrection spell on me. They're expensive, scaling with the sort of being you're bringing back to life, but I've cobbled one together. If you can supply the gold for it, I can bring myself back to life not too long after taking control of the skeleton, perhaps a day or two."\n\n"Alright then," you say with a shrug. Digging some leather straps out of your pouch, you start to slip them through the eye cavities before pausing.\n\n"No, it's fine, I see with magic anyway," Screamer says in a philosophical tone.\n\nShrugging again, you fashion a loop through the interior of the skull and then hang it from your belt near your sword. "Alright, well, I came here to see if I could get some magic items, but if the place is all stirred up now..."\n\n"Pft, those horny green oafs will all be combing through the woods all night," the animated skull scoffs. "You're perfectly fine with making your way into the ruins, especially with my help. Or I suppose this is also a good time to get out and escape in any direction that's <i>not</i> the woods. It's up to you, human, I'm just along for the ride until you find me a body."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go deeper into the ruins.|EricMF2x6]]\n\n[[Head back out to the plains.|EricMF]]

Not sure where the thought comes from other than panic, you scramble over and scoop up the skull, looking at it desperately and hissing, "Hey, hey, knock it off, shut up, shut up!"\n\nInstantly the wailing stops, and the skull's teeth clack together as it says, quite calmly, "You have to promise to take me out of here and bring me to life." Its voice is very strange... you're not sure you've ever heard a completely 'neutral' voice before that wasn't either masculine or feminine. Maybe a computer-generated voice, but this one is a bit too smooth and natural-sounding to be compared to that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, fine!|EricMF2x5]]\n\n[[What no!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Screw you, buddy!|EricMF]]

Thinking on it, the window path means spending the least time visible to a possible enemy. Setting your sights on one of the completely broken-out ones, you make sure there's no nearby guards before scuttling over and to the wall. Its shifted blocks make for fairly handy climbing grips, and luckily your new body's skills allow you to get up with barely more than a grip of the fingers and a place to put the toes of your boots.\n\nIt doesn't take you long to scramble your way up to the window. Thinking better than just tumbling right in, you pull yourself up and take a look at the room inside. It's a bit of a grisly sight... it looks like it might have been used for a prison or something at one point, as there are a few scattered bits and pieces of obviously human skeletons on the floor, including several skulls. Still, it doesn't look like it's been used in a long time... the door across from the window is gaping open slightly, the hallway beyond dark. Perfect!\n\nYou swing over the window ledge and get your feet back on solid ground. However, once you've taken several steps forward and into the room, a sudden wailing fills the room, loud enough and startling enough to make you stagger and reflexively clap your hands over your ears. Snapping your head towards the source of the awful sound, you find yourself staring at one of the skulls on the floor... only its mouth is now gaping open, jawbone pushed against the floor as it emits that horrible scream. You turn your head towards the door as you hear shouts in the distance. You've set off some sort of alarm!\n\n<hr>\n[[Back out the window!|EricMF3x1]]\n\n[[Flee out the door!|EricMF]]\n\n[[Try to get the skull to shut up!|EricMF2x4]]

Hm. After seeing how easily these bandits died because they weren't wearing any real amount of armor, you're thinking that a magical suit of the stuff to protect you might not be such a bad thing. Besides, in these settings, that could mean almost anything... magical rings of invisibility (preferably that don't turn you into a scuttling lantern-eyed freak with multiple personalities), swords that prove you the true king of a nation (preferably without rebellious bastard offspring), that sort of thing.\n\nYou manage to wrangle one of the horses the bandits jumped off of, finding that mounting up and riding is easy enough so long as you just try to do it rather than thinking about how to do it (which still takes a little practice). After that there's a bit of wandering around down the road trying to find a landmark big enough to be on the map to tell you where you are, but a little while before dark you spot a large monument at the side of the road that would indicate you're going the right way. You decide that's as good a place as any to make camp, and after tying up the horse take a look through your things. The pouch at your side seems to be larger than it looks, since rummaging inside it quickly finds what you need to get a fire started, some jerkey, and even a slim bedroll. You're not entirely confident about sleeping out in the open, but you don't have much choice.\n\nLuckily nothing disturbs your sleep (or murders you during it), and in the morning you set off again. You spend the next several days traveling, consulting the map occasionally to decide if you need to leave the road or if you're still on track. You do make a few mistakes, but luckily no big ones. Several times you're accosted by bandits, but most of them are just as hapless and poorly-armed as the last few, and every time you draw your sword you feel that calming mental voice giving you advice and helping you keep your head. So other than adding a handful of coins, some rations, a waterskin, and one decent knife to your collection, the attacks don't amount to much, other than getting you used to the kill-or-be-killed mindset.\n\nAs you estimate you're probably about a day away from the ruins, you get a glimpse of some of the monsters the crude scribble must have meant, albeit from a good ways off. They look like big, portly men with dark green skin, their arms somewhat longer and legs somewhat shorter than the proportions on a human but not by a lot. They also look to be armored much better than any of the bandits you've run afoul of so far, wearing something that looks a bit like the leather outfits you've seen in movies about ancient Rome, albeit shaped to emphasize their broad guts as much as their abs. Luckily they don't spot you, and after a bit of consideration, you find a good area to tie the horse off in, giving it plenty of slack so it can reach a nearby stream, and set off on foot.\n\nThroughout the day you dodge several more orc (orc? you'll go with orc) patrols, usually of only one or two of them at a time... some of the confidence you've built up in your fighting skills over the last few days tries to convince you that you could take them, but something about the way they move and how canny their dark eyes seem under their helmets tells you that you really don't want to fight even one unless you can help it. So you keep proceeding quietly, ducking and hiding, until you approach the ruins sometime after nightfall.\n\nIt definitely looks like it used to be an ancient city, once built high with stone buildings and towers. Now most of the interior looks half-destroyed, some of it fallen in on itself, other bits tilting and looking like they could go at any moment. The wall that once stood around the city still looks mostly whole though... a lot of the massive blocks that made it up have come out of perfect fit with each other, and it's dirty and in places overgrown with vines, but other than a single large rent a bit around to one side from the front gate, it's still pretty much in one piece. You can see that there's a lot of lights scattered around both outside and inside... guards carrying torches outside near both the gate and the rent in the wall, and bonfires scattered around inside from the looks of things, even in a couple of the still-standing buildings. So looks like there's quite a few of these guys.\n\nYou eye the wall, considering your best option for entry. There are actually windows scattered about around a quarter of the way up, and it looks like some of them have been knocked out completely, bars and all; they're dark, too, so likely you could sneak in there easily enough, it looks like the wall is wide enough that there's rooms inside you could find a path through to get into the ruins proper. On the other hand you could just climb up over the wall... a lot more work but you'd have a better view of where you could go from there.\n\nYou can't help but snort a little to yourself as you think of a third option... you could just go up and introduce yourself! Hey, maybe they'd be nice if you weren't so rude and didn't break into their place! Ha.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go through a window.|EricMF2x3]]\n\n[[Climb the wall.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just go up and say hi.|EricMF]]

They did, after all, start the whole "trying to kill you" thing, though. Kind of makes sense to respond in kind, doesn't it?\n\nThis time when the female bandit comes in at you, you knock her attack upward and then swing down hard, slicing across her torso and dropping her, trying not to get distracted (or maybe a little queasy) at the feeling of your sword cutting through flesh and clinking off of a few bones. You spin around to face the male bandit, who gave a shout of outrage and came in swinging wild, thrusting forward and piercing his chest while he's drawing back for a wild haymaker with his own weapon. He, too, drops rather quickly, and you're left standing there, your brain trying to catch up to everything that just happened.\n\n'Them or you,' comes that easy, rational thought in your head. Which seems fairly accurate. Remembering a few books you've read, you take the time to clean the blood off your sword before sheathing it, which gives you an odd grateful feeling that lasts until you've lifted your hand away. \n\nAlright, so... clearly you've been plunged into some sort of fantasy world. A glance down at yourself again shows that you're probably in a bit of a different body, and definitely equipped with a lot of different gear. Since there are bandits roaming around, you've got to assume your basic 'open world RPG' rules: no laws outside of cities, kill or be killed, and... oh, right, to the winner go the spoils. If you're going to survive here you probably need to loot... well, your kills.\n\nAt a glance it looks like the pair don't exactly have a whole lot. They were probably a bit desperate to be attacking someone who was obviously quite a bit better-armed than they were, which makes you feel a little bad again, before reminding yourself of the whole 'they were trying to kill you' thing. You do find a pouch on the man's belt and open it up, pulling out a few coins that if you were to guess by their size, color, and dinginess can't be worth much, a smaller pouch that contains a bunch of dried, bitter-smelling black twigs, and a rolled-up piece of paper. Unrolling it shows that it's a map... a professionally-done one to judge by the quality of the illustrations, though someone's made childish doodles on it, apparently to denote... treasure, maybe? There's a cave off to the right of the map that has what you think are stacks of coins drawn on it, then a stick figure with what you think might be a dog's head barking. Off to the left is an icon that fairly clearly indicates a set of ruins, with doodles nearby showing... you think it's a breastplate and a sword? And more stick figures, these with beefy heads and different types of sharp teeth. And up close to the top of the map is another cave, with what you're guessing is just a huge pile of treasure with a sword sticking out of it, and... yeah that has to be a dragon.\n\nOkay, so... if you're parsing this right, then the cave to the... east? Yeah, east, there's a compass at the bottom... is full of cash, but the monsters there are some sort of dog men? Or something. Off in the ruins you've got weapons and armor (maybe even magical ones?) and monstrous humanoids, then up north there's a dragon and its hoard, which probably contains plenty of both of the other things.\n\n... Well, you're going to need some way to make your way in this world, you muse pragmatically. You have no idea of how much money you might have on you, but you doubt it's enough to live on forever without issue, you just don't feel that lucky. So maybe you should give it a shot? You do seem pretty handy in a fight now, you could probably handle a few monsters. ... Maybe not the dragon but there's always stealth there, right? Sneak in, grab some stuff, sneak out, maybe even come back with a full adventuring party later? It's one possibility, or maybe just do a bit more of a standard solo dungeon crawl. You've done those in games, how hard could a real life one be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the money cave.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go to the gear ruins.|EricMF2x2]]\n\n[[Raid the dragon hoard.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Nah, none of that.|EricMF]]

You hesitate a fair bit... but besides the rules of this little game, he already shared honestly with you, you're fairly certain. Jor opened himself to you and risked tarnishing the one bright spot the others might hold for him, that his defense of his sister wasn't purely about defending her body and honor. That seems like it deserves honesty.\n\n"So." You take a deep breath, and a deep drink of the dark beer or whatever it is, before saying, "I come from a world called Earth, in what we call the twentieth century. There's no magic, no dragons, no orcs, and the only curses that drain the life out of you are a thing we call 'social media'."\n\nJor stares at you for long moments, and you catch his eyes flicking towards the candle. Ah, so that's his deal, he was using a magic candle to check for lies. But when it fails to go out or change color or whatever it would do, he instead silently leans forward and refills your cup before sitting back, pressing his lightly-curled fist over his mouth and watching you.\n\nSo, you tell him everything. Your real name, that you were born in a place called Deviville in a bright, clean, technologically advanced hospital rather than on a bed in a little wooden hut. You tell him about how you grew up without much in the way of hardship other than the occasional bullies or rough periods with family goings-on, just attending school and assuming you'd grow up to be an artist or game designer of some kind. You tell him how you were bored and went to the library, and picked up a book, and then all of a sudden you were in a world completely unlike anything you ever knew, in a body with a past you were unfamiliar with, just trying to find your way.\n\n"I still seem to have all the skills and abilities, as far as I can tell," you confide. "I've gone out back and used the practice dummies and my body definitely knows how to fight, and I can break a rock with my fist. So I won't be useless in the coming fights or anything, don't worry. But... yeah, this is all new to me. I'm just a teenage girl that all of this used to be pure fantasy for... I'm doing my best but sometimes I'm scared as hell."\n\nJor is silent for quite some time as you finish speaking, then nods slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I get it." He huffs out a breath, then looks at you. "Your turn."\n\n"... So why are you like... y'know?" you ask quietly.\n\n"... It's what I am," he replies, though the bitterness in his voice says that's far from all the answer there is. But he has to finish and refill his cup, taking a few swigs from it before he can manage to continue. "What everyone expects me to be. Hear it in their words, see it in their faces. They hear where I came from and what I can do and it's just all over 'em. Even if they expect good of me it's always 'I'm one of the good ones', the noble <i>thief</i> from the alleys who's finally trying to make good." He leans forward and sets down his cup, giving it a little shove away, staying leaned forward, putting his fingertips to the side of his forehead. When he speaks again it's an angry hiss as he snaps his hand forward in a swift flick of negation. "I haven't stolen <i>shit</i> in three years! Not so much as picked a pocket that Kovam didn't tell me to! That prick, always introducing me as a 'thug', you know I saved his fucking life?" He scowls darkly and looks up at you. "Practically the same night I got kicked out of the thieves' guild and was havin' ta run out of town, I came across his drunk ass getting curb-stomped by four big guys. To this day I've no idea why the fuck I jumped in to save him, I told him it was just so he'd get me out of town but I wasn't even thinking that at the time, I just saw his head hit the street and thought 'shit' and there I was in a knife fight with four assholes. He calls me a 'thug' though, fucker. So that's what I am. I can see it in their faces, his, Koliel's, Hurgen's, every time I just settle into acting the lech and the lowlife they all just get that look in their fucking eyes like 'that's what I expected' so why disappoint them?"\n\nYou stare at him in the dimness of the room, wondering if the ache you feel in your heart is truly earned, and hating that you have to question it considering what he just said.\n\nHe drains his cup again, then stares at you. "So. You. Would you go home if you could? Like right now? Go back to your safe, rich little life in the 'suburbs' with your 'vidya' and shit?"\n\n"... Y'know, I don't really know," you answer when you can find your voice. You smile a little, though, as you say, "There are a lot of stories about people that have been in situations like mine, back home. And one of the things people who have read them say is that it must be a special kind of hell to return to a normal, everyday life after having been in the midst of something more fantastic. So if someone showed up and said I could go home right now... I honestly don't know. I want to see my parents again, I want to be safe and comfortable and normal again. At the same time, I think giving up the chance to do something that's so much <i>more</i>, something that's normally only done in dreams... I think if I passed up the opportunity for that, something precious inside me would die and I'd never get it back."\n\nJor is silent, just glancing down and turning his cup around in his fingers a few times. When it seems he won't be speaking, you finally decide to take the initiative and ask.\n\n"Do you want their respect? Hurgen's? Koliel's? Kovam's?" you add, the last a bit softer than the others.\n\n"... No," Jor says, snorting dramatically. "Fuck 'em all."\n\nWith that, the candle sparks purple and blue and goes out. In the near total dark that follows, Jor sits still and silent, until letting out a soft, bitter laugh. When he speaks again, the strain in his voice is enough for you to mentally add the tears that must be running down his cheeks.\n\n"... Yes. I want them to treat me better. I want to find out what the hell's under this bullshit I put on every day, and I want them to help. ... I want my best friend to treat me like a man, not like a thug." You see his hand come up and rub his face, and hear him take in a rush of breath before he declares, "Well! It's my loss, girl. True to my word, I'll do whatever you say. My life is yours to command."\n\n<hr>\n[["Leave."|GGMonk11endA1x1]]\n\n[["Kiss me."|GGMonk]]\n\n[["Tell them."|GGMonk11x9]]

Your lips slowly curl up as you begin making your thrusts slower, drawing them out, letting Leslie feel the more deliberate strokes into her quivering, softened ass as she quivers, on the verge of losing everything. "Hey Leslie... do you know what a Meat Forge is?" you coo at her.\n\n"Nuh... nuh... no," she stammers back, obviously barely able to think, her eyes rolled up in her head and body quivering. She yowls as you scoop your arms under her legs and haul her upward, letting her back press against your tits, her body bouncing atop your prick as you carry her back over to where the circle was, roughly the center of the basement.\n\n"Oh you're going to enjoy being one, pet," you coo as you lower her to the floor, pressing her cheek against the cement as you rip off the last of her clothing and start thrusting faster again. "I'm going to turn you into a massive, quivering, faceless mound of constantly-orgasming flesh that will be used to twist and deform other mortals and beings to my whims." At her wordless wail of mingled protest and orgasm, you laugh again. "Oh don't worry, you'll enjoy being a Meat Forge! As much as anyone can enjoy being a mindless meat machine!"\n\nYou draw it out just a little longer, enjoying fucking Leslie's ass with her knowing what awaits her, the way she squirms and writhes and tries to summon enough brainpower to beg you not to do it even as she can't help but cum with every thrust of your dick in her ass. But finally you've had enough, and with a satisfied moan you thrust in deep, unloading the cum you've charged as a catalyst into her. Leslie quivers, her eyes rolling completely up in her head, her body quivering as the orgasm no doubt slams out a good few of her IQ points already. Pulling out of her, you sidle over to a nearby couch and have a seat, idly stroking your prick now as you watch her, preparing to enjoy the show.\n\nAt first, nothing happens. Leslie just lays there propped on her knees, arms flopped at her sides, her body quivering in aftershock orgasms. She even starts to come around, her eyes beginning to focus, a shocked look stealing over her sweaty, mussed features. To your delight, she even briefly starts to look hopeful... before her eyes widen as her entire body <i>throbs</i> as a whole. She gives a choked, gurgling scream as her muscles all begin to twitch and spasm completely independent of one another, her body shaking and writhing chaotically. Her small, pert tits begin to swell rapidly, turning into large, fleshy sacks that lift her off the floor and then spill out to the sides, swelling up to either side of her. Her flailing arms and legs begin to lengthen, their movements becoming even more rapid and chaotic as they start to bend and twist in places other than the joints. Her hands, with stretched and deformed fingers, slap against the floor and wall in two places, fingertips starting to dig into the cement and brick like the roots of an incredibly persistant tree, while her leg-tentacles split several times, writhing around through the air. Between the base of them, her pussy is steadily swelling, growing larger, the arousal gushing from it turning thicker and more viscous, slimier, coating its surface as it enlarges, growing ever bigger.\n\nLeslie's body has been swelling as well, random growths and outcroppings springing out of it. Her eyes have rolled up completely in her head, showing nothing but white, her tongue jutted out and head shaking as her brain is battered by the strangeness of sensations from her deformed body constantly orgasming in ways no mortal mind was ever meant to comprehend. As her breasts continue to grow, the skin over them becomes translucent, revealing that they're now filled with bubbling green liquid. By the time they've stopped, each about the size of a particularly large refrigerator, the upper curves of them are almost completely clear to show the bubbling green fluid inside, the nipples large, thick things that faintly leak with the slightly thick liquid constantly. Her pussy is soon the size of a doorway, constantly fluttering and squeezing in the throes of orgasm as the tentacles flicker and curl and wave around the edges of its thick, slime-dripping lips. As the thing's main body finishes swelling up to the size of a fleshy, asymmetrical SUV, Leslie's head is finally pulled inside of it, her brainless expression of horrified extreme orgasm disappearing inside the rippling masses of multicolored meat.\n\nYou continue casually stroking your cock as you examine the huge, pulsating mass that is your new Meat Forge. It took pretty much all of Leslie's soul to make it, but now that you look at it, you think this was the wisest course of action. Though infused with demonic energy and capable of extreme corruption, a Meat Forge is still technically 'human', since it's a living mass of human flesh. As such, it's not only useful for its ability to transform others, but the fact that it's alive and has almost all of a human soul running through its constantly orgasming flesh means that it's effectively a giant sexual energy power plant. You get up and saunter over, running a finger around the rim of the nipple-arpeture on one of the gestation chambers that used to be a breast, then suck your finger clean. Mmm, tingly~. Yes, the energy generation is definitely working, you think as you similarly scoop several fingerfuls of slime off of the forge's quivering pussy-entrance and suck it down, to a similar infusion of energy. Meat Forges only really work on the mortal plane too... with this and a few years of working with it, you'll be ready to challenge any Lord of the Lower Planes on an equal level!\n\nYou bask in that thought for a moment, then hm. Where to start, though? The obvious place is the two [[test subjects|GGHH21x2]] upstairs... the boys your body and your Meat Forge came with. With a bit of an infusion from the Forge's energies, you could capture them with a snap of your fingers, drag them down here, and put them through the Forge. Or you could use it to [[power yourself up|GGHH]]... after all, it's pumping out plenty of energy, taking a trip through the Forge yourself with the directive to make you an even more potent demon isn't a bad idea.

"Don't worry, Kasumi, I'll get you out of this!" you promise, because that's totally what this is about. Saving Kasumi. And Akane! And not at all about those gallons of rich, creamy, delicious tanukispunk.\n\n"Oh my, what do you-" Kasumi cuts herself off by descending into gurgling orgasm noises as you haul over a chair and stand on it... well, that's not the part that gets her, it's that you then lean forward against her bloated cumbelly, your oversized tits pressing against it and making her quiver with multiple orgasms again, a little gush of cum spurting out of her pussy... one you're quick to lean forward and slurp up as it dribbles down the curve of her stomach. You follow it back up and press your mouth to her cunt, covering as much of it as you can with your lips as you begin tonguing and sucking hard. You can hear Kasumi continuing to make utterly whorish sloppy orgasm noises in her sweet, kind voice as the thick, hot, magic-infused spunk is urged out of her and down your gulping, quivering throat. The fact that it's mingled with Kasumi's constant additions of girlcum certainly doesn't hurt, and you can't help yourself from reaching forward to rub and press against her cumbelly, making her spasm and buck even more.\n\nAs Kasumi's jizzballoon of a belly gradually deflates, your tits gradually inflate. Not by an equal amount, luckily, but you can feel them slowly swelling and growing larger, pressing more against Kasumi. By the time her belly has deflated enough for you to get off the chair and down on all fours instead, they're pressing against the floor just like her stomach is. You can also feel a strange sort of ticklish pressure atop your head, and at the base of your spine, but don't pay attention for the moment, too absorbed in your task. You grip her ass and knead firmly with both hands (just to help you get a firm hold, honest!) as you keep guzzling the cum out of her thoroughly-fucked cunt, tongue washing along her inner walls. Finally, as you give a heavy wash of your tongue over her pussylips and leave them glistening and clean, she slumps onto her front on the floor, legs spread and body twitching, obviously no longer conscious from the number of orgasms you've given her.\n\nYou stand up and wipe a forearm across your lower face, your raccoon ears giving a twitch and your puffy, striped tail flicking back and forth. A roll of your shoulders makes your tits wobble where they now hang down almost to your bellybutton, thick, stiff nipples jutting forward. Ah, that definitely hit the spot! And you're more charged up than ever! Determined to take on Happosai, you rush into the next room.\n\nThe sight there makes you stop again. Nabiki was obviously wearing her workout outfit when Happosai jumped her, and is still wearing part of it... the part that didn't burst open around her huge cumbelly and expanded tits, each larger than her head now. (Geez, that would have been impressive earlier today.) But that belly... it's bigger than either you or Kasumi! It's pushed some of the furniture in the room aside, and has her back almost brushing against the ceiling. Just the thought of that sheer amount of rich, delicious, potently magical and magically potent cum has your thighs quivering and your pussy shuddering in a small orgasm, your eyes sparkling as you look it over and lick your lips hungrily.\n\n"R-Ranma?" Nabiki groans, her arms and legs shifting where they're indenting her belly from her straddle, and making herself gurgle as she cums again. "H-help..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll help myself! I mean, you!"|FRanX21x1]]\n\n[["... No time!"|FRanX20x2]]

Giving your head a hard shake to snap yourself out of your near-hypnotic fixation on Nabiki's jizz-bloated form, you call, "Sorry, Nabiki! Gotta save Akane! ... I'll come back for you!" you add as you hurry past. Slapping her on the side of the belly and sending her into a fresh spate of eye-rolling orgasms was totally an accident, honest.\n\nSensing Happosai's magic close by now, you hurry into the backyard, massive tits bouncing and jiggling energetically with every movement, and swaying and wobbling for a few seconds even once you've come to a stop. Akane is on her knees with her arms bound behind her, cheek against the ground, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, panties around her knees, and thighs utterly soaked. The last being because Happosai is clinging to her ass and plunging his big Tanuki dick into her, raccoon tail spinning and making a distinctive little <i>w-w-woosh!</i> with his every thrust. "Hnnnh, yes, yes, fuck me, rape me, rape my cunt, I love cock, yes!" Akane gibbers mindlessly, obviously completely overcome as she shakes her ass like a slut, her pussy gushing a thick splash of girlcum every time Happosai thrusts in.\n\n"Oho?! Ranma, you've caught up!" Happosai crows as he looks over, big lantern-like eyes twinkling. "And my, you've certainly done a number on yourself! Those titties are something else! As you can see, I've already begun working on turning Akane-chan into an obedient little cockwhore! So what are you going to do now, hmmmm?" he asks, even as he gives your fiancee's ass a slap and makes her yowl with another orgasm.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm gonna kick your ass!"|FRanX]]\n\n[["I'm gonna reveal the truth!"|FRanX20x3]]\n\n[["I'm gonna... wait my turn like a good slut, Master."|FRanX]]

"Eh? What truth?" Happosai asks, confused enough that he actually stops thrusting for a moment, his cock buried in Akane and hefty ballsack swaying heavily back and forth between her thighs like a pendulum.\n\n"Ohhh?" You put your fingertips to your mouth, smirking, while pointing your finger towards the two of them and giving it a subtle wiggle. "You think that's really Akane you're fucking?" you ask in the smuggest tone possible.\n\nHapposai blinks, and looks down... then gives a wail of absolute and utter dispair, flinging himself back and away from Akane with such force that he goes shooting into the air like a firework, disappearing into the distance with a little sparkle.\n\n"GLK!" Akane twitches, her face contorting in a strange mixture of pleasure, loss, and relief as Happosai's cock is so suddenly yanked out of her. She slumps some, panting, her pussy still visibly twitching and quivering as you walk over to her to untie her arms. "W-what... what did you do?"\n\n"A little bit of illusion magic. I made him see Cologne instead of you," you answer with a snort.\n\nAkane climbs shakily to her feet, panties still around her knees. "... Oh." She looks like she's not sure whether to be angry or grateful... normally she'd pick angry every time, you know, but her eyes still seem rather glazed, and arousal is still running down her thighs from beneath her skirt. She looks you up and down. "Um, you look different," she says faintly.\n\n"Yeah, side effect of all the tanuki magic I had to absorb to pull this off," you note. Then you grin, swinging your arms up behind your head and flinging your shoulders to the side, making your huge tits bounce and then wobble their way back into settling. "I look pretty hot, huh?" you coo shamelessly, no longer embarrassed in the slightest or afraid of reveling in your feminine curves.\n\n"... Yes," Akane admits, her eyes locking on your tits and bare pussy.\n\nSeconds later she's naked and laying on her back on the lawn, her hands gripping your generous hips as she eats your pussy with gusto. You moan and coo encouragingly down at her from where you're straddling her face, your tits casting a shadow over her body. They're pressed together as you reach your hands down from the sides, grabbing her own not-really-that-small boobs and starting to knead them. You can feel them gradually growing and expanding under your hands as Akane drinks more and more of your magically-infused Tanuki honey... probably not as potent as the cum, but then you're kind of doing this deliberately now. You didn't ask Akane, but you don't think she'll mi~nd! Especially as you watch her body stretching out as she grows taller, her hips rounding out and legs becoming more luscious, even her feet becoming sexier and more refined as she begins wiggling her toes and stretching out those bombshell legs. Soon she plants her feet on the ground, her bare, dripping pussy humping the air as she sucks and licks your pussy all the more eagerly, her stripey raccoon tail slipping out from beneath her and flicking back and forth between her legs, getting pussy juices dripped on it steadily.\n\nOnce her tits have expanded enough that they're pushing upward on yours, you swing off of her face, the two of you silently shifting positions, Akane laying on her side with her huge breasts draped down that way as you slide between her legs. Both of you moan eagerly as your magically-charged, thoroughly plump pussies press together and the two of you begin moving your hips, tails making that <i>w-w-woosh!</i> noise as they spin around to help you with your motions. Akane's raccoon ears twitch, her tongue lolling out in the pleasure of the magically-enhanced tribbing, lifting her upper arm and bringing one of her own tits to her mouth, sucking the thick, hard nipple into her mouth. You take advantage of both your own strength and a bit of magic to just support yourself on your knees, lifting your hands to your own tits to knead and stroke them, fingers practically sinking into the soft-firm flesh.\n\nOnce the two of you have gotten off a dozen or so times that way, you part and stand up, stretching and settling comfortably, both now utterly shameless about your nudity despite your utterly lewd forms. "Mmm, I feel great!" Akane the tanuki chirps, slapping her own full, round ass a few times and making it jiggle merrily. "So what now?"\n\n<hr>\n[["We go drain Nabiki."|FRanX]]\n\n[["We trick some mortals."|FRanX]]\n\n[["We retire to the woods."|FRanX20xEnd1]]

You grin to yourself. 'Everyone's always complaining about elves dancing naked at mailboxes, but nobody ever does anything about it. ... Until now!'\n\nMaking your way over, you stop in front of 'CuteElf420', inquiring, "Hey there, what are you dancing for?"\n\nThough the avatar's expression doesn't change, your awareness (even if you're not looking at him right now) of the player behind it gives you the sense of her perking up at the question. Perhaps thinking that they've found a high level player willing to hand out charity, the 'typing' icon appears over her head, the character going through a series of slightly repetitive hand gestures and poses as if conversing, even before the word balloon pops up... though gratefully you also wind up hearing one of the female voice options read the custom text. "tried to transfer over my main but he got gold locked and I don't know why!!! have to pay 1000 gold to get them unlocked and will never earn that in a month!!! can you help????" There's a pause, then more of the typing icon, before the glistening elf begins bellydancing, shaking her sleek hips and swaying her shiny plasticene breasts. "I'd be really grateful!"\n\nYou have to suppress a snort, since you're fairly certain "*snort*" would appear in a word balloon over your head if you let it out. First of all, characters only get Gold Locked if they've been caught abusing a known exploit... if he got Gold Locked switching servers, it probably means he'd managed to hack himself in items or levels he wasn't supposed to have, and undoing the Gold Lock will (rather generously) allow him to have stats and equipment for whatever level his character's supposed to be. It's already a controversial system since it essentially means you can cheat your way to the level cap and mastery of an Ascension class and still get to keep it once you pay the (admittedly) steep in-game currency cost. Plus they're not even offering to repay you, or return the favor, or anything other than 'be grateful'. You're starting to look forward to this more and more.\n\n"Whew, 1000 gold huh?" you say. "That's rough."\n\n"yeah," the elf replies, before resuming dancing again, perhaps starting to lose hope you're anything more than a wandering rando.\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer to take them on some high-level quests.|GGVW]]\n\n[[Offer to let them earn the 1000 gold.|GGVW1x1]]\n\n[[Offer to undo the Gold Lock with your GM powers.|GGCandy5x13]]

The whole team together at once might be a bit much to handle... a bit of divide and conquer along gender lines seems like a good idea, especially if it means you can focus on some wicked ideas for one or the other.\n\nYou wait for their positioning to be right, then key in a series of commands. Instantly a wall springs up in the corridor they're in, lightly knocking back Starfire so that Raven has to catch her and separating them from the other three. Though they can't feel it due to the inertia suppressors you designed and installed, the rooms also rapidly drop and turn away from each other. Within moments, the two groups of Titans are in entirely different parts of the Labyrinth from each other, though they won't know that for some time yet, if ever.\n\nYou smile at the sight of the mild panic going on between them, and the flurry of attempts to use their communicators. Nuh-uh nuh-uh, you got all that stuff jammed. Giggling at your first successful maneuver, you glance at the different screens. Now, which one to turn your attention to...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Girls.|TTTM]]\n\n[[Boys.|TTTM]]

"I mean, what sort of party are you talking about?" you ask, more out of curiosity than anything else.\n\n"We know the best parties, and during summer there's usually a couple a day," Elisa chirps. "There's one going on right now at this place we know, <i>huge</i> pool party, we can be there in like ten minutes!"\n\n"Uh, I don't have a swimsuit," you note.\n\n"S'okay, it's a very 'swimsuit optional' sort of pool party," Kuan says with a chuckle, making you blush. "Or if that's not your sort of thing, there's another one tonight. Big thing, lots of people, loud music, open bar with all sorts of fun things on the side, you'd have a blast, girl. Hell if you want you can even try and drag your boy there, see if you can remind him it's better to spend time with you than his posse."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, a pool party does sound fun...|GGBad]]\n\n[[Wait, you can get into a party with an open bar?!|GGBad]]\n\n[[Maaaybe you probably shouldn't.|GGBad]]

Deciding that Capital City sounds more like the sort of place where you're unlikely to be harrassed by the cops or truant officers or something like that, you set out for the city via bus. You arrive with severely depleted funds, barely more than enough to feed yourself a little for several days.\n\nLuckily you soon meet up with an older kid named Sean... well, "kid" might be pushing it, he's nineteen or twenty, thereabouts. Anyway, maybe it's that he takes pity on you or something, but he offers to let you stay with him until you get on your feet. Still a little too young to get an actual job and a little too on the run to use your real name and info even if you weren't, you nevertheless manage to catch odd jobs here and there making a few bucks at a time. It's mostly stuff like carrying boxes or sweeping a floor for a few bucks at a time, but it's enough to mostly pay for your own food so you don't feel like a complete parasite to Sean.\n\nAs a matter of fact, it's about three in the afternoon now, and you've just finished carrying a late lunch order for some guys at a construction site. You can't think of anywhere else you could find something to do for the day, so it's probably alright to head back to Sean's apartment. Now, let's see... he usually hangs out with his girlfriend from around four to six, and then either goes out himself or secludes himself in his room sometime around eight. That should probably factor into your decision of when to head back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back now.|CCplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait until after four.|CCplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait until after six.|CC1x1]]\n\n[[Wait until after eight.|CC2x1]]

You're trying to convince yourself you didn't really hear anything when you suddenly remember the way Rei said 'there are... things out there'. The tone of her voice sends a shudder up your spine in your current predicament, and you suddenly find it much easier to redirect your course the the little pool of light around a payphone that's attached to a streetlamp. Pulling out the card she gave you, you realize that you don't have any quarters... well, she said it would work directly. You glance over your shoulder before poking the numbers, and are a little surprised when it starts ringing through.\n\n<i>"Sailor Mars speaking."</i>\n\nSeriously? "Uh, hey, it's me, Eric, I was on my way to the bus station and I heard-"\n\nYou're cut off with a yelp as you suddenly find your legs yanked out from under you. You manage to grab hold of the lamppost as something yanks on one of your legs again. You look down to see something rubbery and black wrapped around your ankle, which sags briefly before giving another yank, hauling you off the post and a bit closer to the dark alley the other end of it disappears into.\n\nThen there's a bloom of fire that hits the middle of the band, searing it off and letting you scramble away, thumping your back against the lamppost. Rei, once again in her full costume, lands lightly... from what had to be at least twenty feet in the air. She stalks towards the alley, flames still dancing around her white gloves, before disappearing into the darkness. You stare as there are several more flickering flashes of flame, weird shadows cast on the high brick walls, along with shouts, squeaks, and eventually some sort of scream as Rei calls out something in Japanese.\n\nIt's dark and quiet for several seconds before Rei... okay, Sailor Mars... emerges. She dusts off her skirt a bit, then spots you and hurries over, sinking to one knee. "Eric, are you okay?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you murmur, staring at her. Holy crap... she's real.\n\n"Did it have hold of you for more than a second anywhere?" she asks, glancing you up and down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Your ankle...|HLSenshi2x2]]\n\n[[Not really.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

You think back to the sword that brought you here when you touched it, and how you also saw it in your tent. Deciding to gloss over that whole thing of hiding under your blanket, you respond, "I'm just a warrior with the elf band."\n\n"Ha! All you elves think you're warriors, but you didn't amount to much when the men rolled through, eh?" she replies with a smirk, showing off her own shortish tusks.\n\nWell, you can't really argue with that. You settle down to sit, shifting a little bit at the feel of mud and grass against your ass and pussy, continuing to finger-spoon gruel out of the little pot. You were hungry even before you got shifted to this world, and you have to admit you developed a taste for it earlier. "You tell me, then, why they'd keep me."\n\n"Hrm. If'n ya are a warrior, then..." She considers, then lets out a loud guffaw. "Y'must've fucked like a weasel in heat, y'slut." She laughs again as you feel heat along your ears and cheeks. "Aye, aye, that's it, isn't it? We orcs appreciate someone who can fight <i>and</i> fuck. Might be they wanna see if you can really do both. It's expected of our warriors."\n\n"Are you a warrior?" you ask curiously, since the conversation actually is kind of interesting.\n\n"Aye. Ain't that many nonwarriors with a warband, and they wouldn't assign one to hand out food besides. Y'might think we're dim, but you're the sort that sends the old or young or infirm ta deal with imprisoned warriors an' hand 'em stuff ain't'cha?" She waits for any response to that, but since you don't have one she eventually continues. "So what, you think you might defect or something, pretty?"\n\n"Maybe," you answer with a shrug, clearly surprising her. But you don't have any particular loyalty to elves, yourself, you've been here all of a day. ... And already discovered that getting fucked by orcs is really, really great, so.\n\n"Might be we'll see," the orc woman replies in a musing tone, leaning her hands against the bars of the cage, wiggling her fingers (which have nails that are more like talons). "How you think you could even do that, elf...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rite of challenge.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Prove your loyalty.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[No idea.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Ask her how she became a warrior.|FemaleElf2x4]]

"Oh FUCK!" you gasp out, letting the pleasure overwhelm your brain, not caring anymore about the fact that you have a pussy or are being violated, just wanting more of those fat green cocks pounding your holes. "Fuck me, yes, fuck me, rape my bitch elf ass!" you yowl out exuberantly, clinging to the fat-muscular orc in front of you and starting to pump your hips back and forth as much as you can. \n\nThe orcs pause in shock... for roughly a second. Then they begin pumping into you all the more eagerly. The one in front leans forward, shoving his long, dripping blue tongue in your mouth, and you moan as you suck at it eagerly, feeling orc spit run down your throat as you run your own elegant, agile tongue over the underside. You pull back and leave him to lick at your throat and jaw as you turn your head, suck-kissing the orc raping your ass, fellating his tongue as your way of begging for more.\n\nEventually both of them bellow and pump their loads into you, you adding a joyous shriek of release to the noise as you're pumped full again, your eyes rolled up and tongue lolling out, an idiot grin on your lips. The orcs pull out of you and let you drop to the ground, where you land and totter on your feet for a moment. Then you drop to your knees deliberately, leaning forward and reaching back to spread your asscheeks with both hands to show off your stretched, dark red, cum-smeared asshole and the puddle of white pooled in it. "Moooore," you moan whorishly.\n\nIt doesn't take long for one of the orcs to take you up on the offer, thudding to his own big knees behind you and cramming your ass full of orc cock, making you squeal like a happy little pig at having your butt stuffed again. Three more move in in front of you, with one presenting his cock for you to lick and suck at, finally sliding your lips over the tip to indicate he should start raping your mouth-pussy. Meanwhile you eagerly stroke the other two, your hands unable to wrap completely around the thick shafts as you work them up and down, jerking them off more eagerly than you ever did it to yourself back when you had a cock of your own. Eventually you feel the orc behind you pumping your ass full of his load, while the one fucking your drooling, sucking mouth pulls out, all three of the orcs in front of you starting to spray their thick, stinking off-white cum all over your face, while you moan eagerly, mouth open wide and tongue jutting out to catch as much as you can.\n\nAfter that you ride an orc's cock, bouncing your pussy on top of him while you're surrounded by more of them, stroking them off and encouraging them to spill their loads all over your perky elven B-cups. Then you tongue-worship an orc's stinking, sweaty, leathery sack and jerk his massive green prick off while other orcs move in behind you, freely making use of your pussy or ass, some pulling out and spilling their loads all over your pert butt and smooth, perfect back. And a few more positions you can't really remember because at some point one of the orcs gets a little too excited from you trying to tongue his balls while he's already all the way down your throat and grabs your hair, hauling you in and seeing how long you can keep sucking his cock without air before passing out.\n\nTurns out, about ten minutes.\n\nWhen you come to, you're laying on the ground, and it's dark. You blink a few times, slowly sitting up, feeling sticky and dirty... probably all the dried cum and mud covering you. A glance around shows that you're in a crude-looking cage made of bent wooden slats lashed together with leather straps to form a sorm of dome. You can faintly see a larger, more square cage a bit away with more elf girls in it, most of them sprawled out unconscious, a few sitting and leaning back against the cage bars. You glance down at yourself... your pussy looks the same as it ever did, if rather smeared with mud from the ground you're laying on. \n\nYou glance up at a rattling noise, spotting an orc woman approaching. She's about seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, the leather band around her full breasts and skimpy leather loincloth flaps leaving her sixpack abs and powerful thighs bare. She's also carrying a bunch of clay pots that have leather straps lashed around the middle, and sets down the bundle as she approaches, unlooping its strap and then holding it through the bars with a grunt of "'Ere, come an' get it bitch."\n\n"Um. Thanks," you reply, rising to your feet and padding over to accept it.\n\n"Huh. Speak th' language, d'ya? Though first time I ever heard Orcish sound hoity-toity," she adds with a chuckle. It's apparently enough to have her lingering by the bars as you lift off the top and peer in at what looks like some kind of greyish gruel. "S'pose I'll ask, then, why they got ya over here off separate from the others?"\n\nYou consider that as you scoop up some of the gruel and suck it off your fingers. ... Tastes kinda like orc cum, actually. (Probably a reason for that, you have to figure.) You have no idea about this body's identity, whether you've been singled out for that... or for your activities yesterday. So who to say that you are?\n\n<hr>\n[[A warrior.|FemaleElf2x3]]\n\n[[A slut.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[A princess.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Nobody.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[A guy from Earth.|FemaleElf]]

Orcs?! Seriously?! You're not fighting orcs, depending on the fantasy world they could be anything from green weightlifters to small giants! Consumed by panic and an instinctive need to hide, you dive forward, yanking the covers over your upper body and laying there trembling with fear. You whimper some at the sounds of combat and people screaming outside, steadfastly refusing to think about going out to help, just hoping it will all be over soon and that you'll wake up at any second.\n\nIt's not until you hear the sound of cloth ripping and feel a spill of sunlight hit your exposed skin that you realize two things. The first is that this probably isn't a dream. The second is that you're on your knees with your bare ass and pussy raised up in the air, as if practically showing them off to whatever just tore your tent down. Before you can think of rectifying this problem, a pair of huge hands wrap around your middle and haul you backward, right onto a massive cock that spears into your pussy.\n\n"GYEEEEEEEK!" The sound that reflexively comes out of you is distressingly girly, even as your mind is occupied by the fact that you've got a cock inside a hole you didn't have a few minutes before. Elves are apparently quite tight, but also quite stretchy, to judge by how absolutely immense he feels inside of you, but the lack of any real pain that you have to figure would accompany ripping or tearing. You grit your teeth, eyes wide as the powerful thing behind you starts fucking you roughly, his balls swinging forward to slap against your lower belly where his cock is outlined at the depth of each thrusts. Your fingers dig into the sleeping pad, his thrusts driving whimpers and shrieks out of you as his huge hips slap against your pert elven ass. \n\nYou can't really see the orc raping you from behind, but you can see the one that comes stomping up in front of you. They're definitely closer to the 'giant' side than the 'green weightlifter' side, broad and tall and, well, big all over, as you see when he yanks off his crude loincloth to reveal a jutting green pole the size of your forearm. He grabs a massive fistful of your golden hair and rams that big green pecker right down your throat, forcing your lips wide around him and dragging you forward until your nose is buried in the thick, stinking black fur surrounding the base of his shaft. He starts fucking forward just as roughly as the one pounding your pussy, his balls slapping against your chin and swinging forward to thump against your bulged-out throat, with you able to do little more than roll your eyes up to look at his sneering, ugly face, his lips twisted in a smirk around his tusks as he uses your mouth like a meat hole.\n\nThey both rip your tunic off in the midst of fucking you, baring your slender body and perky elven tits to the sunlight and the ruination of the camp. Past the grunting and huffing of the orcs and their skin slapping on yours, you can still hear little pockets of fighting, and some squealing and yowling from a few female elves that are probably getting the same treatment as you. It sounds like not all of them are entirely protesting either... of course, you can understand that, since entirely against your will your body has started to react to the masculine stink of the orcs and the feel of massive cocks stretching you out, and your pussy is now as soaking as it is stretched, every thrust of the orc's cock forcing out a loud squelch of female arousal, as if there weren't any room in there for it with that fat green prick filling it up. When both orcs let out a bellow and shove forward, starting to pump thick loads in you, your eyes roll up in your head as you experience your first female orgasm, an intense, unwanted thing that slams through your body and leaves you trembling and twitching between them as your stomach bloats up some.\n\nThe orcs eventually pull out of you, leaving cum to gush out of your stretched pussy, some escaping your mouth as you cough hard and dribbling down your chin to splatter on the ground. But there are more nearby, and one quickly grabs you up, lifting you effortlessly into the air and turning you upright, then thrusting you down onto his cock. You cry out as you're stuffed full again, the orc starting to work you up and down along his cock as if you were nothing but a sex toy. Another steps up behind you, somewhat pudgy bare belly and chest pressing into your back as he moves in, pressing the blunt tip of his own big green dick up against your pucker.\n\n"W-wait, no, don't!" you try to plead when you realize what he's about to do, but he shoves in all the same, making you yowl and drag your nails ineffectually along the orc in front of you's chest as your asshole is stretched as wide as your pussy. You throw your head back, crying out again as they begin pumping forward, apparently uncaring about their big green sacks swaying forward and slapping together as they sandwich you. You can feel their cocks rubbing together through a thin layer of your skin, filling you up entirely, feeling so big, so hot inside you, stirring you up more and more...\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in and enjoy it.|FemaleElf2x2]]\n\n[[Keep resisting.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Just shut down.|FemaleElf]]

Curious about just what is making that reflection, you decide to prowl further down the hall and check out what's at the back of the wizard's lair.\n\nYou eventually emerge into a fairly large cavern, with shortish stalactites overhead, though it looks like the floor area's been smoothed out. There's a large, apparently natural pool of water that looks about ten feet deep for the most part, with a few more shallow places and what looks like shaped steps at one end. The water looks very clear and very cold and inviting, especially lit from the bottom center by one of those light orbs. It gives the whole cavern a shimmery, calming feel that has you relaxing some, even if it probably shouldn't. In fact you relax enough that you suddenly become aware of how sweaty and gritty you feel, especially under your armor, and that pool starts looking even more welcoming.\n\nThere are certainly a few more of those surprisingly modern conveniences, though. For one thing, there's the quietly bubbling hot tub made of white marble situated off to one side... geez, it even has gold fittings, it looks like. Well, at least if you get desperate, you can try prying those off. Again, looking at it makes you suddenly aware that you're rather sore after sleeping on the ground (well, a bedroll on the ground, but not that much difference) for awhile. Relaxing in some hot bubbling water would probably do fantastic things for your morale, er, dex score.\n\nIt looks like a wardrobe has also been set up in one corner... probably full of swimwear or cleaning tools or something. Hm, not exactly the richest stuff in the world, but if there are some high-quality garments in there, they'd take up hardly any room in your loot pouch and be pretty easy to move. If this guy is as anachronistic as he seems, a bikini or speedo might be a rare and valuable item some exhibitionist sorceress/sorcerer would pay big bucks for.\n\nFinally, you notice what looks like some sort of trunk in the corner. It's got a rather large lock on it, which definitely says to you that there could be something valuable in it. Why the mystery mage would store it in here, you don't know... hell, for all you know it's his golden algae skimmer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a swim.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take a soak.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Raid the wardrobe.|GGRogue13x1]]\n\n[[Pop the lock.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wait, ssshhh, listen.|GGRogue1x11]]

No. You're stronger than this. You've come too far. You're not going to let yourself go out like this, laying in the mud and whimpering. \n\nPushing yourself up and biting your cheek at the pain that continues to shoot through you as you do (and tasting a new rush of copper), you start to get to your feet, pausing to grab the back of the knee of the orc who took you down and shove, sending her toppling onto her back and half-falling forward to punch her in the face. After a few more punches and the sense she's going to stay down for a bit, you stagger back up and back into the melee.\n\nIt's not the last time you hit the mud, but as if bolstered by the willpower it took to get up the first time, you just keep getting back to your feet and tromping forward to hit someone again. Eventually you and a handful of the others are all standing slumped, panting and glaring around at each other's dirt-caked bodies, bloody mud dripping from your knuckles. All of you almost jerk at the long blast of a horn, and some of the figures on the ground start to stir. You notice a couple that are on their feet even before the second blast is halfway done... fakers. Some of the others manage to get to their feet before the sound of the third horn blast has yet faded, while others are still in the process, and those curse and thud fists into the mud as they realize their chance has passed.\n\nA large set of flaps on one side of the arena is drawn aside, revealing a larger covered hallway with little braziers close to the central beam. You and the other potentials all manage to draw upright, though you can feel your side screaming as you square your shoulders and make your way along with them. The moment all of you are in the hallway, the flaps drop, and more than a few of the potentials do as well, some of them hitting the ground and others slumping against posts, bodies trembling with pain and fatigue. You stop in place, letting your shoulders slump and putting a hand gingerly to your side, trying to calm your own trembling as well. Still, you resolutely take a step forward, only to feel your knee twist badly and start to go out on you-\n\nA hand slips under your armpit, hauling you back upright and holding you for a moment. You turn your head, blinking up a bit at Lyrn's mud and blood-spattered face, one of her eyes already partly swollen shut from a particularly good punch you popped her earlier. After a moment she steps away, letting you stand on your own. "We're expected at the feast, sister," she grunts, before limping her way forward. Nodding a little, you follow after her, unable to help smiling despite your split lip.\n\nYou and Lyrn aren't the first to walk out of the hallway and into the feasting hall, but you're before a number of the other stragglers. You line up with the others, standing and not moving, even as you feel your body badly wanting to drop. After a time the flaps drop closed on the exit into the long, dim many-tabled hall as well. Anyone still left in the hallway just became a half-warrior. A large, grey-haired orc woman wearing leather pants, fur-topped boots, and a lot of tribal jewelry steps forward into the light around the main brazier, the rings piercing her dark green nipples glittering in the firelight. "You may all have a brief time to speak to your clan mother," she booms. "Then the Feast begins!"\n\nYou look around slowly, spotting Makka and making your way towards her. The orc woman is keeping her face mostly impassive, though you can see concern in the set of her mouth as her eyes move from your blood-covered lower face to your side, and the way you're limping. When you come to stand in front of her she reaches out, putting her hands on your shoulders, half to steady you and half to hold you up. "You want to bow out now?" she asks quietly, lowering her head towards yours. "You'll get to sit as you feast, but you'll still be expected to make it all the way through, getting up ta get more food an' drinks. You made it to the feasting hall, you stood to be counted. If you wanna back out now, you'll be a half-warrior... it's not the same glory but it has its own respect. You've already proven yourself to everyone in this hall, kid, you don't have to go all the way."\n\nYou feel what has to be a broken rib twinge under your hand as you try to focus on your reply.\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[No way.|FemaleElf2x8]]

You give both rods a twirl, trying not to be shocked by how easy it is to shift and move them around as if you'd been doing it all your life. Apparently your body still retains its own reflexes. Then you proffer the rods back to Makka.\n\nShe stares at them, then at your face. "Kid, are you outta your mind?"\n\n"This is already a long shot, right? They're probably only doing it so they can laugh when I fall on my face?" At the near-wince she makes, you can see you're right, and wonder just how much she's risking on you. "If I go in there with a weapon... even the same one the rest of them have... they'll never accept me, even if I win. I'm gonna hafta be twice as tough as any of the other girls if I'm gonna be seen as anywhere close to equal."\n\nMakka nods slowly, then accepts the rods back, tossing them in the trunk. Then she reaches out and ruffles your now rather matted and tangled golden hair. "Kid, you've already got more guts than I had at your age. Now get in there. You don't step out 'til you hear the blast of the horn." \n\nYou nod and turn, padding down the low, dark hallway. You eventually stop in front of an obvious flap that has light slipping in around it, and a lot of noise from outside, an excited crowd obviously yammering and jostling in their seats. You take a few deep breaths and do your best to keep yourself steady and calm, until you hear a long blow on a horn and step out through the flap.\n\nThe first thing you see is that the tent arena is much larger than it looked even from a distance, bigger than any circus you ever went to. There are packed bleachers filled with orcs in a number of different styles of dress, and maybe twenty other young women down in the lightly-churned mud of the arena floor with you. You're a bit surprised at the look of them. Even the shortest has a couple of inches on you, but other than that they're much more slender and less muscular than all the other orcs you've seen, though definitely more built than you. Most of them are much lighter in the chest than other female orcs too, with a few that don't even match your own perky little elf-tits.\n\nThere's a burst of laughter as you step out, as if most of the crowd had just been waiting... and then a lot of it begins to die off into murmuring and pointing. You notice that practically every eye in the place is on you, including the other potentials. You see lips pulling back from teeth in anger... then about half of the other girls drop their rods, or throw them down with curses, with even more of the rest looking like they want to. Only a few hold onto them confidently, laughing and staring at you with dark, eager eyes.\n\nThere's a much shorter blow of the horn and then suddenly everyone is rushing forward, so you rush forward too. And then you're ducking under a swing of one of the biggest girls, her rod whistling over your head before you drive your fist into her stomach, hard. She topples away from you, and luckily you only have to hear the wet retching noises since you're already busy knocking dodging a swing from another rod and slamming your fist against the chest of another orc girl, sending her staggering backwards. You don't have time to enjoy the fact that your body apparently knows how to fight empty-handed before a fist slams into the side of your head and sends you sprawling, the mud making a loud <i>splat</i> as you hit it.\n\nYou roll aside and spin up to your feet to meet the slender orc girl that hit you, the two of you trading a flurry of blows. She's faster than some of her other brethren, especially since she's fighting bare-handed too, but you're pretty sure you're getting in an average of two punches for every one of hers. You pop a pair of quick upward jabs to her chin, then jerk around as another fighter snaps a kick at your back. Your slightly stunned opponent lurches forward and smashes the nose of the kicker, and you find yourself briefly fighting back-to-back with her as others come in.\n\n"Lyrn," the girl grunts as she knees someone in the side who was about to split your head with what you're pretty sure was a metal-cored rod, then clips your shoulder with a haymaker.\n\n"Razha," you reply with, before ducking in and hitting her ribs and stomach with a quick one-two.\n\nThis definitely isn't like fights you've seen in shows, since just knocking someone down doesn't mean that much. Most of the orc girls who hit the mud wind up getting back up, be it a short time later or after a minute or so, their naked, painted bodies now dappled with smeared mud. And while you yourself have mostly managed to keep from getting hit with more than a few grazing blows, plenty have also hit, and among other things blood keeps running into your mouth from where it's streaming from your nose. \n\nThen another barehanded fighter manages to catch you off guard, elbowing you in the ribs to stagger you then following up with a hard punch that hits the side of your head right on the ear. There's a dual explosion of pain so intense that it takes you a moment to realize that you're on the ground, almost face-down in the mud. Your head is swimming and pounding, your long pointed ear throbbing painfully. You shift just a little, intending to reach up and touch it, and feel a shooting, intense pain from your side that you barely avoid screaming from.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay down.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Get up.|FemaleElf2x7]]

Where would you escape to, anyway? You've come this far, and are already partway to finding somewhere new to belong. Plus, you remind yourself as you shift in place a bit, feeling the leather of your loincloth rub against your bare ass, and feel (or maybe just imagine) a sting from the handprint there, you're kind of on a short leash at the moment.\n\nSeveral days later you ride into Krusk. It's like a giant tent city... almost literally, with very little that you would have called a 'permanent structure' back home. While some of these have obviously been up for a long time, it's still all leather or cloth and wooden slats or beams, things like that. Probably in a pinch the whole place could come down in a few days and ship off somewhere else. You twist a little bit in your saddle as the elves start getting herded off elsewhere, some of them crying out anew in shock and worry. "Where are they being taken?"\n\n"Hm?" Makka glances over from atop her own steed, then answers, as if not having given it a thought, "Auction block."\n\nAh. Likely to be taken off to be sold to those of the teeming masses with money to spend, taken back to their new owner's tent to be thrown down and used whatever way he pleases, if he even waits to get her home and doesn't just pound her ass right there in the audience of the slave auction. ... Actually is it too late to change your mind? Shaking off the thought as Makka turns her horse down one of the 'streets', you hurry to catch up with her. "Is that where the Great Melee happens?" you ask as a very large, roundish tent comes into view. There are a number of offshoots from it... some sort of covered pathways in different fabrics, patterns, materials, running out from it and winding away for different distances, some of them connecting to much smaller tents.\n\n"Yup. Here, this way, sent a bird sayin'a get one set up for you," Makka explains as she leads the way to one of the little offshoot tents. Once the two of you dismount and step inside, finding only a single hung brazier for light, a pair of benches, and a trunk, Makka gestures. "Drop the clothes, such as they are."\n\nUndoing the ties of your top and loincloth as Makka moves over to the trunk, you watch her big ass wiggle some as she bends over to rummage in it. "So what happens at the Great Melee, anyway? No one's actually told me the details."\n\n"It's both exactly what it sounds and a little more complicated'n that," she grunts in reply as she straightens up, holding some small jars. Walking over and setting them on the bench, she lifts the lid off of one and begins smearing the red paint from inside along your cheeks and down the sides of your neck. "The basic thing is, you and a buncha other unproven female youngsters who think they're ready to step up and be warriors try to beat each other unconscious and not be beaten unconscious yourself. You gotta be able to stand up when they blow the horn three times."\n\nYou try not to wiggle as she smears the paint across your sides, then moves to grab another color, tracing blue spirals down your upper arms. "So what's the more complicated part of it?"\n\n"You get rated on how well you do in the melee, that's part of it. Try to just stay out of the way and not do much 'til the end, well, you might technically move forward but everyone'll laugh at you when you call yourself a warrior after that. Won't be much honor for your clan line in that."\n\n"I don't exactly have a clan to honor," you point out. "Not one anyone here cares about."\n\n"I'm reppin' you as part of mine," Makka replies simply as she finishes doing more spirals around your legs. Stunned, you don't interrupt further as she takes white paint and starts drawing a symbol on your belly. "Anyway, after the melee comes two more parts. There's the feast, where you've gotta eat and drink all night despite whatever injuries you wracked up in the melee. You drop at any point in the feast, or if it gets too bad and you have to stop and ask for healin', you'll be what's called a 'half-warrior'. Not fit for much other than to be a camp follower. You can go to war and earn a little honor for your clan that way, but you won't be doing much more than chores and warmin' beds. Anyway, after the feast, everyone gets a very small, diluted drink of the Dragon's Elixer that all full warriors are given at the end of their challenges, and then comes the orgy of all the potentials and clan mothers."\n\n"Orgy sounds fun," you say with a grin as she steps away, before glancing down at the figure on your belly. "What's this?"\n\n"Yer new Orc name. Decided to call you 'Razha'."\n\n"Sounds tough."\n\n"It means 'Runt'," she answers with a chuckle as she turns back, then laughs even louder at your annoyed expression. She holds up a pair of short rods made of black wood. "Only weapons allowed in the Melee, everyone can have one." She passes one to you, watching as you fiddle with it to check the weight and swing. Her face is much more serious as she proffers the other. "... Might wanna think about usin' this one."\n\nYou accept it, immediately feeling how much heavier it is. A few light swings indicate how much greater the impact would be. You don't ask, but it's obviously cored by metal... and from the look on Makka's face, that's a big no-no, but she's giving you this chance to try and even the odds against a bunch of young orc women who are probably bigger, stronger, and have grown up doing this kind of brawling.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the standard rod.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Take the metal core rod.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Go in bare-handed.|FemaleElf2x6]]

"Well, how about you?" you ask, setting the lid back on the pot and standing to offer it back to her. "Was there some sort of ritual or trial or...?"\n\n"Mm. Not sure 'bout talkin' to our traditions with... eh, who gives a shit, y'seem okay for an elf I s'pose," she answers, accepting the pot back and bending to redo its strap. "Yeah, there's a sort of ritual. Three challenges."\n\n"So what if I did those three challenges?" you sugguest, leaning against the bars on your hands as well. \n\n"You. Do the Warrior Woman Challenges," she replies dubiously, glancing you up and down.\n\n"If I did that I'd basically be an orc woman, wouldn't I?" you reply with a grin. "Same as you? Just with pointier ears?"\n\nShe actually looks stunned for a second, before letting out a long bark of laughter. "Shit yer uppity but in a way I like girl! Yeah, guess if y'went through 'em same as any young she-orc ain't many who'd say you don't have the right t'drink the Font of Strength and take yer place with the other orc women warriors."\n\n"Then if they'll let me, I'll do it," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Alright. I'll talk it over with the men once I'm done feeding your kin, see what they say."\n\nThe next morning, a short (as in only a half foot taller than you), squat orc wearing a fur drape of some lion-ish creature that caps his head with its, and nothing else, leaving the rest of his tattooed skin and ridiculously long, thick (and also tattooed) cock bare comes trundling up to the cage. "So. Makka tells me you wish to undergo the ritualistic challenges that our women who wish to become warriors go through. That you believe this would allow you to be seen as an orc woman."\n\nYou nod in reply. "That's what I want. I want to be one of you... well, them."\n\n"Hrrrm. Very well. This has never happened before... but thus I can see no reason to challenge it. You will journey with us back to Krusk, and join in the other potentials for the first challenge: the Great Melee." He waves a hand, and the leather straps holding the dome cage together loosen, allowing the bent poles to stretch back out and yield enough space to pass between them. You slip between two, then yelp a bit as the shaman grabs your ass with one hand, the gasp of shock turning into a cry as a burning pain-pleasure runs through you from that spot. When he takes a hand away, a black handprint is left. "A curse based on your bond. Should you try to run off, or betray us, I will know, and I may activate it at my leisure." \n\nAfter that little threat, they actually treat you surprisingly courteously. You're given some of their own simple, cavewoman-ish garb to wear, though Makka has to take it in considerably, and you're even given a simple knife to tie at your waist along with the flaps of loincloth. They even allow you to ride one of the horses they captured, and you spend the trip riding in relative comfort, your body apparently not overly bothered by riding horseback for long stretches, nor of having your bare pussy rubbing against the saddle all day. You do sort of have to learn to ignore the stares (and glares) of the bound and naked elf women being marched along nearby though.\n\nYou do typically sit by yourself at night, and spend them alone sleeping on the cold ground. You were sort of hoping to get fucked some more, but apparently now that you're scheduled for the Great Melee they're not allowed... something about taking things out of turn. One night as you're sitting by the small fire you managed to make, Makka comes by with your dinner. As she passes you the plate of dried sausage bits and barely-seared meat, she comments, "Y'know, today's the last day before we get deep into orc territory. By the time we stop tomorrow, you're not gonna be able to come back out 'ceptin' ya succeed at the trials." \n\nYou consider that as you nibble your dinner, once she's wandered off again. Why did she feel the need to tell you? Well, Makka has been something close to friendly since you arrived, maybe she's just giving you something to consider. Do you really want to go through with this? This is your last chance to make an attempt to escape...\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Stay.|FemaleElf2x5]]

"Ah, for all the pleasures to be had portside, there's never anywhere quite like home," comments the space pirate with your mouth working along his cock.\n\n"I hear you, brother. All the dockside whores, sex droids, and wall slaves in the 'verse can never quite match up to the Ship Slut," the identical space pirate you're jerking off agrees, sighing with the dreamy relaxation of someone settling into their own bed after a long time away.\n\nYour eyes flick upwards towards their faces briefly before you turn them back downward, slipping your mouth off of the cock you're currently sucking and beginning to gulp down the other instead. You're fairly sure you remember these two, you think as you squat on the balls of your feet in the bare little chamber where you're kept. (Wouldn't do to make it too comfortable, the pirates might never want to leave.) You're fairly certain you remember giving birth to them, that is... twins aren't particularly rare but you can still vaguely recall most of the ones you've had over the years. How many years? Thirty? Sixty? You're fairly certain it's a lot more than that, but occasional injections keep you looking as young and slutty as ever.\n\nYour breasts, much bigger than they were after you were changed now, hang heavily over your pregnant belly, the thick nipples dribbling a steady flow of milk. Deciding to give the two of them a treat for talking about you so nicely, you pop the one twin's cock out of your mouth and angle both of their dicks downward, pressing the tips up against your nipples and giving a light tug to encourage them. You moan loudly, eyes rolling up into your head as their cocks sink into your tits, spreading the thick nubs wide around their girthy shafts. Both quickly begin eagerly fucking your tits, making you squeal and moan as milk spurts out around their shafts with every thrusts, heavy wobbles being sent through the massive mammaries with every motion of their hips.\n\nHow long has it been since you've vocalized anything other than whorish sounds of pleasure? some disconnected part of your brain wonders as you orgasm repeatedly from having your nipples fucked. You honestly can't remember. But then you honestly can't remember the last time you thought of your name, or how you got here, or anything other than being fucked and knocked up by one of your own offspring (or the occasional and increasingly rare new recruit). What was your name again? You briefly struggle to remember, before a pair of boobgasms ripple through you, making your tongue loll out and your eyes roll up. That's right, your name was Ship's Slut.\n\nEventually the twins moan in stereo, thrusting forward and dumping thick loads in to mingle with your milk, your tits swelling just a bit more with the jizz being pumped into them. After a moment both pull out, your nipples briefly gaping and leaking a thick mixture of mother's milk and son's cum, before you silently shift forward onto all fours and jut your ass up into the air. One twin quickly moves behind you, briefly rubbing the tip of his cock over the smooth, glowing seal over your pussy before shoving into your well-used and yet eternally tight ass, while the other stuffs his down your throat. You moan around your (grand?)son's prick as the other fucks you up the ass, your tits barely wobbling since they're pretty much on the floor as it is.\n\nSomewhere, in the very very back of your mind, a tiny mote of your actual identity briefly protests that it's a man. The next orgasm wipes it out forever, leaving you merely looking forward to birthing the latest pirate so you can get knocked up again the next day.\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>Biological Genetic Production Facility and Entertainment Unit</i>

You activate your Cock Slam ability, rapidly growing to many times Tifa's size and looming over her, barely fitting in the crowded little run-down street. She stares up at you in shock, and even lets out a yelp of surprise as you rapidly drop down towards her... or, more specifically, drop to let your cock, now bigger than she is, smack against her front and drive her onto her back on the ground.\n\nWith her pinned beneath your glistening, spearlike prick, you start lightly thrusting your hips, rubbing it all over her, dragging it back and forth. Her clothes are quickly disheveled or torn off entirely, her shirt ripping and letting those fat tits spill out to rub against the underside of your prick, her skirt rolled up to bare those panties, which are soon pushed up between the lips of her sex.\n\nThe now relatively tiny fighter wriggles beneath you, bucking and twisting, her body soon glistening with the same moisture covering your canine cock. Which you have, of course, programmed to be an aphrodisiac, so that soon she's writhing and moaning, obviously fighting not to give into her lust as she struggles in vain to get out from under your immense prick.\n\n"Give in, you stupid slut," you growl, since John Bigballs is after all programmed to be something of an asshole dom. "This is the biggest cock you're ever gonna see, so worship it like you know you want to!"\n\nThere's very little resistance left in her, and Tifa soon wraps her arms and legs around your prick as well as she's able, moaning whorishly as she writhes against it. She arches her back to press her tits against it, licking the surface wantonly as precum dribbles into her hair and over her body. She works her hips, rubbing her tiny, barely-covered pussy against your immense knot, her own arousal and yours quickly soaking through the material and making it completely transparent. \n\nWagging your tail in smug approval of your conquest, you several times raise and lower your hips slightly, smacking her between the ground and your prick. Though she grunts and groans with the impacts, the feeling of your prick thumping against her, dominating her, rather obviously makes her cum every time you do it, to judge from the intensifying scent of her juices. You continue working your hips, wiggling and grinding your seven foot prick all over her tiny body as she helplessly worships it like the godly pillar it's become to her.\n\nFinally you lift it up and away from her reach, grabbing it with one hand and letting out an exultant howl after only several strokes. Cum spews from the pointed tip of your prick like a broken fire hydrant, completely dousing Tifa with your jizz on the first spurt. You continue to stroke off however, spraying her with enough cum that it flows off of her and begins to flood the streets, running outward and oozing up around the feet of the eagerly watching NPCs. By the time you're done, the street in front of the Seventh Heaven is completely awash in thick white goo, with Tifa a vaguely woman-shaped splotch in the middle of it, completely cum-coated tits rising and falling with her shuddering breaths.\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"No," you reply, your voice coming out in a bit of a croak. You shake your head, forcing yourself to speak more firmly when you continue. "No. I won't give up. I'm going to go all the way. I fought too hard to get here, and I refuse to say your clan deserves any less for helping me get here. I'm staying."\n\nMakka stares down at you with those dark eyes, firelight reflecting off of them. Her hands come up to rest along your jaw instead, almost dwarfing you, seven feet of green-skinned, black-haired orc woman looming over a five-foot-size little moonlight-pale elf. Her hand briefly comes up to run over your hair, along the perfect golden locks now matted with oil and mud and a little blood here and there, before coming back down to rest along your jaw again. Her big thumb traces along your cheek, the clawlike nail brushing feather-soft across your skin, as her wide mouth curls up on one side around its short tusk, crinkling the tattoo on that side of her face as those dark, almost black eyes reflecting the firelight fill with something you never saw on your actual mother's face... pride.\n\n"That's my girl," she says quietly.\n\nSmiling back and feel a stinging in your eyes that probably isn't due to the mud that got in them earlier, you turn and limp your way back over to the center of the feasting hall. Making your way over to the tables, you take a seat, with most of the orc girls choosing to either sit near you or sit as far as possible without being entirely on the other end of the hall.\n\nThe first round is served by servants, plain, battered metal cups of some strong ale that tastes like dishwater but fairly quickly starts taking a little of the edge off of your pain. It's obvious that this is a sort of 'cooling down' period, else they'd likely get nothing but half-warriors out of most of these challenges. But eventually the cups are all or mostly empty, and you're all expected to get up to start refilling your cups from the barrels near the large, nearly whole roast animals (some kind of giant boar, looks like). Getting food is basically a matter of grabbing a plate and yanking pieces of the animals off, including putting up with sizzling fat and jagged bones.\n\nWithin the first hour, three of your fellow potentials drop. Their clan mothers come forward and carry them off with varying degrees of care (in one case, that degree is "zero", the girl grabbed by the ankle and dragged across the floor and out). The rest of you settle into a sort of slumped state, with occasional attempts at laughing, telling jokes, and making merry, but it all happens at a sort of grumble as everyone's too tired to make that much of it. This is an endurance contest, and it rapidly loses any semblance of being anything else as people wobble in their seats. You do notice that everyone seems to have converged into your area, though... apparently keeping away from the weird elf wasn't worth the extra walking distance to the drinks and food.\n\nAs you start drawing in on the last two hours of the feast, you glance blearily aside and notice that Lyrn doesn't look so good. Her eyes are fixed in the general direction of the wall and she's just sort of circling in place, her lips parted and hand limp on her drink cup.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to bolster her.|FemaleElf]]\n\n[[Focus on yourself.|FemaleElf]]

You vaguely remember hearing about some old app called 'I Am Rich' that cost a stupid amount of money and did nothing but show a picture of a sparkly gem on the screen. When you see that this site has an app store, you kind of wonder if it's more stuff like that, just bragging rights. But after clicking through it looks like the apps here actually do stuff... although you do find you have a hard time believing they can do what they claim. A lot of it sounds pretty fanciful, but eh, it's not like you're actually out anything other than maybe some storage space on your phone if you download one, right? Heck, with these it's an immediate download, you don't even have to wait an hour to see if it's bunk.\n\n[[PeopleSlider|QONile]] - This app claims to be able to access the 'sliders' of people, like they were some sort of video game character you were generating. \n\n[[AutoHacker|QONile2x2]] - And this one says that it can hack into any computer system and do whatever you tell it to do, all on its own. Man, that's stretching it even for 'movie hacking', isn't it?\n\n[[Spin Job|QONile]] - You've seen apps like this before on... uh, various sites. Basically just puts a bunch of swirly patterns on the screen, as if you could use that to hypnotize someone. Although this one claims to actually work... there's not even one of those 'For entertainment purposes only' ass-covering disclaimers.\n\n[[MeistroComp Mobile|QONile]] - Seems to be the mobile version of some PC program you've never heard of. Though weirdly this one is limited in downloads, with red text currently declaring there's only one download left before it's gone forever. Who's running this thing, Nintendo?

Hm. Slaying this Draegon could be a worthy goal... but a slightly more long-term one. With one hellsteed and one piece of dumb muscle, and not a single artifact, piece of armor, or weapon between the three of you, challenging a Draegon could quite literally be worse than suicide. Nodding thoughtfully to yourself, you give your pussy a rub against your steed's back to urge him on at a slightly faster pace. \n\nEventually, the sky grows darker, and then becomes almost pitch black. You're still able to see faintly, since after all you are a demon, but there seems little point in continuing when you might miss something interesting (however unlikely) in the dimness. You pull up near a grouping of rocks and slide off, ordering Brute to go collect plenty of the scrub to make a fire. Once it's crackling away, you consider your surroundings, then grin at a fairly flat, broad boulder that's just about the right height. You know how to pass the evening. "Brute, on your back on that rock."\n\n"Yes, Mistress!" Brute squeals happily at being given an order, scrambling over and laying down, following your partially mental instruction to leave most of her legs dangling over the side. You move up between them, taking some time to appreciate that pretty black horsecock of hers with your hands and mouth. You lick up its shaft with your long pink tongue, holding the base of it with one hand while your other fondles her heavy balls, listening to her whinny-like moans as you do. You slide your mouth over the head and press down, deepthroating it in one smooth motion, then bobbing your head to work your throat over it. It doesn't take her long to fill your mouth and throat with a steaming hot gush of cum, which tastes almost identical to your steed's.\n\nSpeaking of which. Having had your first bout of fun, you pull your mouth off of Brute's cock and clamber up onto the rock as well, settling atop Brute with your tits pillowing against hers. You wiggle your ass as you use your tail to guide the big slab of black meat to your pussy, both of you moaning as that big fat horse dick slides inside your dripping wet, infernally hot cunt. You wiggle your hips and work yourself all the way down, giving just a few strokes up and down to make sure you're fully seated. Then you give a whistle and a mental nudge to your other beast.\n\nSparks fly up as steel hooves crash down on the rock to either side of you and Brute. Your steed snorts as he shuffles his hips forward, the flared tip of his much bigger equine prick pushing apart your blue buttocks to nudge against your pucker. You cry out delightedly as he shoves forward, brutally forcing his way into your asshole. The bulges of his cock and Brute's rub together visibly where they're outlined by your otherwise flat stomach, showing their progress inside you. Your steed begins pounding away at you, while Brute grabs your ass with both hands and starts thrusting up, both of them fucking you with utter animal hunger as you shriek and yowl your ecstasy at being pounded by a pair of demonic equine dicks.\n\nThe three of you fuck like that through most of the night, with you occasionally growing your own dick to return the favor of pounding Brute or your steed in the ass. It's a nice little bonding exercise... literally, the exchanging of sexual energies giving you an even greater bond with and control over your servants. When the sky begins to lighten enough for you to see decently, you use a bit of magic to clean the three of you and set off, again astride your steed while Brute trots along next to you.\n\nAfter some time of travel... days don't exactly happen naturally in most of the lower planes, it's just light sometimes and dark sometimes... you can hear a clear ringing across the wastes. Curious, you turn your steed towards the mountain rising in the distance, where the sound seems to be coming from, and urge him to a gallop, Brute tilting forward and running along with a will, black tits bouncing as she keeps pace. Eventually you arrive at the mountain, and make your way up a trail that would be difficult even for a six-headed goat, but is little trouble for your powerful steed or your part-steed servant. About halfway up you approach a large cave opening where the racket seems to be coming from, and call out a "Hello!"\n\nThe ringing noise stops, followed by an annoyed grunt and some shambling noises. Soon a massive form fills the cave entryway... some sort of oni, you think, his skin bluish and lower jaw prominent, tusks jutting from below his lower lip. He's a good ten feet tall, and that's with a slight stoop to his back, his body hairless and layered with a bit of fat, a heavy black paunch showing, though the way he moves shows that fat is layered over muscle. He wears nothing but a leather flap of an apron in front of him, likely more for a place to keep tools than to protect himself, considering the rest of his sweaty skin is smeared with soot and even a few glowing embers. He growls, shifting the huge black metal hammer in his hand. "Who disturbs me?"\n\n"My name is Cyan. I was out and about and heard your... smithing? And thought I'd investigate," you answer, truthfully enough, as you see no benefit to lying at the moment.\n\nHe glowers at you, then grunts. "I am Hrungar."\n\n"Hrungar?" Your own brow furrows as you dig through some of your demon-inherited memories. "The mastersmith?"\n\n"And a fine annoyance being known as such came to be. Every arrogant demon lord coming to me for armor, then sitting his worthless ass on his throne in it while letting the slaves polish it. When I realized I couldn't remember the last time I heard of one of my new pieces actually taking the field of battle, I exiled myself. I make the garb of war, I refuse to be nothing but a status symbol for rich do-nothings."\n\nYou give a laugh at that. "Make some for me, then! I have no status to be a symbol of!"\n\nThough you meant it mostly jokingly, his piggish eyes narrow. "... Nnh. I might think about it, at that. Truth be known, exiling myself hasn't exactly seen my gear getting any more use than it was before, so I'm not satisfied. What do you want it for, anyway?"\n\n"To cover my nudity?" you joke again, then shrug, bare breasts jiggling. "I've heard there's a Draegon out here. When I think I'm ready, I'm going to try and take its head."\n\n"Can't say you've not got ambition. If it's true ambition. Either way, I won't just give you my work for nothing, not without something in return and proof you're willing to dirty your own hands." He knocks his hammer idly against the edge of the cavern, pulverizing some of the stone, then grunts. "Couple days ago, while I was out, some lizardmen came by and stole my human slave while she was bringing in wood for my forge. You go bring back my slave, I'll make you some armor."\n\n"Seems fair enough," you acknowledge, nodding.\n\n"They're in a swamp, that way," he grunts, pointing with the hammer, then gesturing at you with it. "Have a care, I'm partial to that slave. I want her back in as unspoiled a state as you can bring her."\n\nYou sigh at the fact that you won't be able to use her as a temporary cockwarmer on the trip back, but nod. "Very well."\n\n"Well, get to it then, no use lingering around here."\n\nIndeed. You turn and make your way back down the mountain, then set off in the direction Hrungar indicated. Eventually the sand and rock starts to turn to earth, and then to thick, packed mud. You rein your stallion in as you gaze off across the expane of a hellbog, dead-looking trees draped with black hanging moss jutting out of the water. This is definitely the sort of place lizardmen would congregate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Charge in, calling them out.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Take a more careful approach.|GGHell]]

Hey, really, she's not exactly bad-looking. Why not go in for a closer look? You trot over to where she's handing out bits of candy from her pail, which looks like a stark white plastic Jack-O-Lantern with cartoonish vampire fangs in its mouth. She gives you a smile as you approach, and despite her lips being painted an almost disturbingly bloody red, you've got to admit it's a very sexy smile. She's slender and big-breasted, those large pale orbs hugged by the thin fabric of the black dress in a way that you're not entirely sure is family friendly, but you're not likely to complain!\n\n"Well, hello, darlink," she coos, in an accent that's... uh... well, like, "Old Country", you guess? It's like some generic Eastern European accent straight out of an old movie. Maybe that's deliberate, since she certainly seems to be owning it. She rests the pale on the curve of one hip as she looks at you. "Welcome to HalloveenLant. Is very nice meetink you."\n\n"Uh, thanks," you reply, trying not to stare at her chest. It's slightly difficult since they <i>are</i> right at eye height, just about... she's tall. "Nice to be here."\n\n"My name izt Anastasia, Countess of Halloveen. Would you perhaps be villink to help me vith a little matter...?"\n\n"Huh?" You blink, then realize this must be some sort of participation activity. She sends you on some "mission" or takes you to one of the rides. Hey, maybe you'll get to skip the line, if that's so! Or there might even be prizes in the offing!\n\n"Da, you are lookink just the sort I need. So you could be [[comink back to my castle|HWLVampFplaceholder]] and helpink me." She shrugs, causing a very slight wobble in her chest, then hefts the pail. "Of course, if you are not wishink to help, could simply be takink [[piece of candy|HWLVampFplaceholder]]."

"When you wake up, you'll forget all of this happened, and instead remember watching the movie and finishing it. But you'll all take it as a given that you are my property and you have to obey everything I say, it will be as natural to you as breathing."\n\nYou wait for them to chorus back your instructions, then hit the power button for the TV. Gradually their eyes clear and they blink, before Motoko yawns and stretches, Nanako standing up to do the same while Shizue covers her own yawn daintily with a hand. "Hwaaah! That was pretty good, though I wonder why it feels like I napped through it?" Nanako wonders aloud.\n\n"I wonder. Hey, Nanako, how do you feel about me?" you ask, pointing at your own chin.\n\n"Ah? Well, you own me, don't you? I'm your property, even if you're a weirdo foreigner," she replies, giving you a look that says she doesn't even understand why you'd ask.\n\nHa. Okay, well, that would seem to confirm that she both acknowledges your ownership of her and that she doesn't see anything odd about it, even as the rest of her "charming" personality is intact. "Alright then, give me your panties."\n\n"Yeah, sure," she answers breezily, sliding her hands up under her skirt. Shizue and Motoko both watch as she slips her fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties and slides them down, as if it were perfectly ordinary for her to do so, and the bratty teenager slips the panties over her shoes before straightening up and holding them out to you. "Here y'go," she says nonchalantly... well, you guess the panties are your property too, in her mind.\n\n"And you don't mind if I, say, use these to jerk off?" you ask as you take them, grinning and flitting them back and forth a bit.\n\nYou'd expect Shizue to blush at that, Motoko to snicker, and Nanako to throw a fit, but all three of them seem to still be calm as Nanako gives a shrug. "Seems kinda perverted but whatever."\n\n<hr>\n[[Have some more fun with her then.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Have some fun with all three.|AustinJP]]\n\n[[Call it a night, for now.|AustinJP]]

"Ah, well." You exchange a glance with Maya, then shrug, rubbing your upper arm with one hand as you look back at the tanned demoness. "What's your name?"\n\n"I don't have one." The succubus blinks a little, squinting in confusion. "Eh, I don't?" She sighs, shaking her head. "That's so gross!"\n\n"Er, you don't have a name?" Maya asks, frowning.\n\n"Guess not!" She shrugs, spreading her hands. "That... whoever she was, she must have just grabbed some demon energy from the lower planes with a succubus-summoning spell. So I guess I'm so brand new I don't even have a name, that's really annoying, yanno?"\n\n"Brand new? But... you can talk," you point out.\n\n"In every language on Earth, all the ones of the lower planes too, and I know a ton about demonic and human nature, as well as a bunch of spells and other useful things," the succubus says with a nod and a somewhat smug grin, resting her hands on her practically bare hips. "That's just how demons work, we know pretty much everything we need to the second we're made. ... Just not a name, I guess," she mutters.\n\n"Uh, okay, how about... 'Mary', then?" you suggest, holding up a finger.\n\n"Little sacriligeous, doncha think?" Maya mutters to you, quirking an eyebrow.\n\n"Hush, I like it," you mutter back.\n\n"Hey, Mary! That's nice!" the succubus chirps, clasping her hands and giving her wings a little flutter. "That sounds really good! I'm Mary, that's great! Hello, Master, I'm Mary!" she continues, doing a little bow to you, then whipping to the side to do the same to Maya. "Hello, Master's friend, I'm Mary!" She whirls to the side, raising her hand. "Hi, tree, I'm-!"\n\n"I'm sure the tree heard the other introductions," Maya says a little flatly.\n\n"Eheh." Mary cocks her head to one side and pokes her tongue out a little. "Sorry, little excited, yanno?"\n\n"His name's 'Jamie', not 'Master'," Maya adds, tone rather cool. "And I'm 'Maya', not 'Master's friend'."\n\n"O-oh, okay," the blonde succubus answers, her smile turning a little shaky as she nods. Her blue eyes turn downward as she pokes her index fingers together, jubilance having turned to nervousness.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask Mary to do some tricks.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Ask Maya what's eating her.|QOSuc2x4]]

Eh, what the heck, since probably none of them work you may as well try this one. You select the app and go through checkout, then blink as your phone chimes. Did you even put in your number or whatever? You pull your phone out and find that it has indeed installed a new program, and even stuck an icon on your main screen (a bunch of green ones and zeroes, very original guys). Shrugging, you tap it to open the app. The screen's very simple, there's an area to tap to enter text, and a button with a microphone symbol on it. A popup appears reading 'Welcome to AutoHacker! If you could afford this app, you're probably rich enough not to need to hack a bank, but hey, you never know! Just input your request in the text field, or hit the button and give a voice command. Giving specifics such as the name of the system to hack helps resolve the request faster but isn't absolutely necessary. The program's wake word is "Glitch".'\n\nHuh. Okaaay. ... Eh, may as well test it, right? You bring up your school's web page and sign in to bring up your class schedule. You were kind of annoyed that you wound up not having even a single class with your friend Maya this year, so if you actually had hacking skills you could fix that. May as well fantasize, you suppose. Tapping the microphone, you say, "Glitch, hack the Deviville High School system and put me in all the same classes as Maya."\n\nYou realize a few seconds later you probably should have given it Maya's last name too, but oh well, not like it would really make any... aaaand your schedule just changed. Your jaw sags a bit... you recognize enough of the classes Maya mentioned having that you're almost certain you both now have the same schedule. It actually worked?! You refresh a few times, and log out and back in, but it does indeed show your new schedule... in fact you get a notification in your email a minute later about your class transfer. The app legit had your whole schedule changed for you!\n\nYou have to test this out a bit more. You hesitate some, but finally get up and head back downstairs.\n\n"Jamie, are you going out? But dinner's soon!"\n\n"I'm just going down the block!" you call back. And indeed you are... down the block to the ATM machine that's beside the convenience store. You kind of can't believe you're doing this, but the heady feeling that it might actually work just won't go away. You pause a bit distant from the ATM, eyeing the camera pointed at it. ... Hm. Bringing your phone up, you say, "Glitch, turn off the camera at the ATM in front of me." You've gotta figure something called 'AutoHacker' has access to your phone's GPS.\n\nThe light that had been slowly blinking below the camera goes out a second later. Wow. Walking up to the ATM, you take a deep breath and then say, "Glitch, have this ATM dispense $1000."\n\n<i>Bzzzt-bzz-bzz-bzz!</i> There's a few noises from within the ATM, before the slot opens and a thick wad of bills pushes out. Your eyes widen as you take it and hold it up. Holy crap, holy crap, it worked! ... It worked and you now have $1000! You quickly stuff the cash in your wallet and scurry home, feeling dazed. You've got an app that can hack any computer using simple voice commands!\n\n<hr>\n[[Immediately go mad with power.|QONile]]\n\n[[Calm down and don't mess with it too much.|QONile]]

Turns out the answer on when they're going to work and when you're going to leave are both the same: never. Herschel and Harry just keep fucking you, tirelessly and endlessly, only stopping to shift positions or spout cheesy cartoon sayings with a dirty twist due to the context. They fuck you on the bed, they fuck you bent over the desk, they fuck you sitting in the beanbag chairs. They never leave the room and they never seem to get tired or hungry.\n\nFor that matter, neither do you, though you're usually too much in a haze of pleasure, pot, or both. You just stay exactly as you are, a slender teenage boy eagerly being worked over by two hung stud mascots. You usually fall asleep with one of them still pounding away at your ass, and wake up to the same. You never think to question or wonder exactly how long you've been here... but you'll be here forever.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold and Herschel's cocksheath</i>\n\n[[Go back to first arriving in Harold's room.|HaroldHorse1x1]]\n\n[[Go back to choosing a mascot.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Go back to the very beginning.|CharGenMain]]

Curious, you wander over towards the heads on their little display stands. One of them looks like a minotaur, his thick neck barely fitting on the pillar, another some sort of lizardman, another some horrid monstrous woman with a stretched, elongated mouth open in a constant howl. Though you find your attention mostly dominated by the medusa head, since it seems to be the most detailed. You walk over to stand in front of it, taking in the arcs of the snakes, all the little details of the face. A bit curious, and since there's no one here to stop you, you lift the head off the pillar and turn it to look at the underside of the neck, trying to tell whether it actually was cut off in the guillotine... but after a few moments you give up, turning it upright in preparation to set it back in place.\n\nAs do, looking at its face again, the statue head's eyes suddenly snap open, a swirling, flickering play of purple colors revealed. Your eyes widen in shock... then grow dull and heavy-lidded, especially as the stone snakes that make up its hair begin wiggling steadily and slowly in a rhythmic, calming pattern. Obeying some unspoken command, you turn the head in your hands, resting your grip on its jaw as you walk over to where Leslie is examining one of the monster statues (the headless minotaur, you're fairly certain to judge by head placement), and trying not to stare at its massive cock.\n\n"Huh? Cyan, what's that you've g-" Leslie jerks back a little as you practically shove the stone head in her face, brief outrage playing over her features... before the look of shock and annoyance is replaced by one of confusion and curiosity, which then both fade as her face relaxes and goes blank, eyelids drooping heavily and eyes going dull and glassy. She gives a faint nod, and the two of you turn, heading towards the boys.\n\nSoon all four of you walk with lead-footed treads over to the guillotine. You woodenly hand the wriggling, writhing medusa head to Leslie, then pull off your shirt and hand it to Kev. As you move to straddle the bench part of the contraption, James mechanically draws the upper part of the stocks open, allowing you to lean down and set your neck in the lower half-circle. You shift to get in place, your bare tits pressing and rubbing against the smooth wood, not so much as flinching as James thumps the top of the restraint into place, then unhesitatingly pulls the lever.\n\nJust as the blade is dropping, the sense of being dulled and mentally numb starts to clear. You have only a brief moment of panic to realize that your head and body are about to be separated. No! You need your-\n\n<hr>\n[[-body!|GGHH26x2]]\n\n[[-head!|GGHH]]

Hm. Towns and cities and such are likely to have demon lords overseeing them... creatures of much greater and more established power than yourself. Perhaps it's best to wait to meet any of them until you at least have some clothes on your back. The planes are full of the ruins of toppled demon Houses and establishments and other strange things... if you're strong enough to survive, you can become quite the heavy hitter before heading to civilization.\n\nThough you guide your steed with a squeeze of your bare legs and a hand on his back, it's mostly your will that causes him to turn and start cantering off down the road... he has only a beast's mind, after all, everything that was once a human girl burned out of him in orgasmic torture, and with you being the one that changed him, his simple mind and even his body is largely yours to control. You have him canter along the road for a little while, then eventually turn off of it and start out across the rocky, sandy stretches of open land. Any direction is as likely as the next to lead to something profitable, and you're unlikely to see much excitement just traveling the road for 6000 miles. You pass the time rubbing yourself against your steed's back and playing with your tits, idly growing them to larger sizes to toy with your nipples and let them bounce heavily for awhile before shrinking them back to their 'default', just to stave off boredom.\n\nEventually, you do spot something besides a pile of rocks or scrubby plants to break up the monotony... a figure crawling on its belly through the sand. As you approach closer, you see that it's another naked demoness, this one with pale purple skin and long, backswept horns. She's dragging herself along, perhaps trying to get back to the road, but it's obvious she's on the verge of dissipating as it is. She lifts her head weakly as you approach, showing glowing blue eyes, her lips parting as she croaks out, "Please, I beg of you..."\n\n"Oh, do you?" you reply in a curious tone as you draw up next to her, your steed pulling to a stop and lightly stamping the sand.\n\n"Please... some energy... please..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore her and go on.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Give her some energy.|GGHell1x2]]\n\n[[Take her remaining energy.|GGHell]]

You head towards an area where the mascots seem to be concentrated a bit more. There are lots of posters and even a few statues up, apparently to familiarize people with the park's original creations. Man, some of these were definitely made by someone who was not thinking entirely of family fun... maybe they were thinking more of the "ironic" teen set or parents who would be amused, in some cases. While their heads are fairly large, like you might expect of mascots, the rest of their bodies are at least a little closer-fitting in most cases.\n\n<b>[[Candy the Cow|CandyCowStart]]</b>: A pink cow woman, apparently intended to be motherly to judge by the shape of her curves. Wears a one of those silly square green hats with flowers no one's worn in decades, the requisite white toon gloves, and a set of overalls that go over her huge breasts and are tailored to fit her large udder as well.\n\n<b>[[Buster the Bull|BusterBullStart]]</b>: A blue bull man, seems like he's Candy's big tough husband. He's got a scowl on his face and a golden ring through his nose, and is also wearing overalls, just without the toon gloves. You notice that some of the costumes definitely have a bulge in the crotch. Seriously, what perverts made these?\n\n<b>[[Herschel the Horse|HerschelHorseStart]]</b>: A brown horse man, apparently meant to be the main character since a statue of him was one of the first things you saw when you came in. Wears a straw hat and clownlike pants and shoes, with a piece of straw jutting out from his mouth. Honestly, you think he kinda looks like a Goofy ripoff.\n\n<b>[[Harold the Horse|HaroldHorseStart]]</b>: Herschel's son, obviously a more recent creation. Looks a lot like Herschel except his clothes are right off of a stereotype of a nineties "radical dude".\n\n<b>[[Elly the Elephant|EllyElephantStart]]</b>: A purple elephant woman, probably Herschel's love interest, you're not sure from the promo items. Wears a girly pink top and skirt... guess since they already had a pink character they had to backdoor the pink elephant joke. The biggest character with some truly mammoth boobs. (Heh, elephant, mammoth.)\n\n<b>[[Dr. Frankenclowner|FrankenclownerStart]]</b>: You guess this guy is supposed to be the villain of the cast. You'd already suspected the designers took a lot of drugs and watched a lot of cartoons to come up with the others... this guy makes it apparent they threw in a viewing of Rocky Horror. A typical clown from the waist up, granny panties, garters, stockings and heels from the waist down.\n\nWell, may as well head over and check out one of them...

"Psh, no way am I giving <i>you</i> of all people some magic thingy, especially when I can find it myself," you say with a snort.\n\nHapposai sighs heavily. "Such ingratitude," he mutters, handing you another chicken skewer, but apparently deciding not to salt it to display his annoyance with you. You snort again and grab it anyway... tastes fine without it! Maybe even better! You start to say something else to him a moment later when you find that your throat's not working right. You stare at Happosai as your vision goes blurry, faintly hearing him say "I would have been willing to share, but I can't have you running off and finding it without me," right before you topple over and everything goes dark.\n\nYou awake on the cold, damp ground, the fire having burned out hours ago, looks like. You try to get up and find that both your arms and your legs are restrained. Wiggling a bit, you manage to look down at yourself, and then give a squawk of outrage through the gag in your mouth. The only thing you're wearing is a bunch of rope wound elaborately around your body, pulling your arms behind your back and keeping your legs together. That little old pervert!\n\nYou twist and flex, trying to break the ropes, but soon find that the pattern of them resists even your strength. Even worse, every time you pull on them, the scratchy rope rubs across your pussy and squeezes your tits, both irritating and gradually arousing them. Flushed and panting, feeling humiliated, you start to feel real fear. Did Happosai leave you here to die?!\n\nYou hear some rustling in the woods, and wonder with half hope and half fear if it's the shriveled master returning to the scene of his crime. But what marches through the foliage is a big, rough-looking man in flannel and denim. Some sort of forester or woodman? His eyes widen as he spots you, and you give a few muffled pleas around the rope gag, hoping that he'll cut you free.\n\n"... Well finally," he murmurs instead, moving around behind you. You shriek in protest as he grabs your hips and hauls up on them until you're on your knees. Wasting no time, he tugs the rope away from your crotch, leaving your wet little hole completely vulnerable. You know what's coming next, and your protesting growls and yelps turn into an unbidden moan as he pushes his surprisingly long, thick cock into you.\n\nApparently the rope design is meant to keep stimulating you in just such a position, since once he begins thrusting into you, you start getting more rubbing of your clit than ever, your tits squeezed as if a pair of strong, rough hands were on them, even if the woodsman's own strong, rough hands are kneading and squeezing your round ass, using it to haul you back against his thrusts.\n\nEventually you're moaning full-throated into the rope gag as he pounds away at your sodden cunt, your eyes rolled up in your head as you cum repeatedly from the combination of getting fucked and being squeezed and tormented by the ropes. You barely notice when he thrusts forward and lets out a long moan, emptying his balls deep inside you. "Been needin' a wife... didn't think I'd get one actually all wrapped up for me..."\n\nLooks like you've just had your final engagement.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FFRanX3xEnd]]

You shrug a bit... since both groups are the same as far as you know, you're not sure why it matters. Maybe they'll get different costumes or something, but since they haven't said which, well. You amble on over to group B as your answer, the stallion nodding... actually, you think you spot a flash of a rather wicked grin. What's he so happy about?\n\nYou watch as the female castmembers directs people through the doorway one at a time, apparently waiting about fifteen seconds after each person is sent through. It's a bit odd the way they just kind of disappear into the shadows... don't these places usually have an obsession with keeping everything well-lit? But eventually it's your turn, and not seeing any other real recourse, you head forward and through the doorway.\n\nYou quickly find yourself in almost complete darkness. Then you yelp as something seizes you from behind and lifts you into the air by its grip around your middle, your arms and legs flailing as you're hauled up and forward. You can faintly see robotic arms reaching forward, grasping your clothes and yanking them open and off despite your struggles, leaving you dangling and naked. The arms return and grip your wrists and ankles to stop your flailing, holding you spread-eagled and wiggling. You stare downwards as an arm with some sort of sleeve on the end moves forward, slipping over your limp cock and starting to suck.\n\nYou tremble as you're stimulated to a stiff, almost aching hardon despite your fear, the sleeve then almost immediately slipping off. You're hauled forward again, your cock now jutting downward below you. Your eyes widen as you stare down at what you're being taken towards... it's one of those pony costumes! Except the back is swung open, showing a dull black interior. You continue to struggle as you're lowered towards it, the arms angling your hands and feet into the rubber sleeves on the insides of the plastic pony form's legs. You're slid further down, the arms releasing once the sheathes are fully around your limbs, all four of them gripped tightly until you're slid fully down. Your hard cock slides into a sheathe that immediately contracts and holds tightly around it, your balls settling into a similar cavity. You twist and arch your head, looking back, eyes going wide as the back of the costume is brought forward on another armature, and you spot that part of it on the inside definitely has a bulb-shaped part.\n\nThe back is angled, and you gasp loudly as the lubed-up plug stretches your asshole open and then pops firmly inside. The rest of the back swings forward, pushing your head down and forward into the sleeve inside the costume's neck, completely enclosing you in the gripping rubber sheath inside the plastic costume. For a moment you're completely left in darkness, aware of nothing but the rubber enclosed around every part of your body, squeezing your cock and penetrating your ass.\n\nThen all of a sudden you're stumbling forward, and everything is blindingly bright. You blink several times, surprised as much that you can see as anything. You look back and forth, spotting a number of other slightly dazed plastic ponies ambling around. You look down at yourself, seeing barrel-shaped bluish-purple forelegs, which move when you try to move your arms. Actually, the feel of being trapped in a rubber sheath is sort of fading... if you concentrate hard you can feel it, but if you just try to walk around or move, you can feel the mock grass under your hooves and even the breeze across your shiny plastic skin.\n\n"What the heck sort of costumes are these?!" a nearby neon pink pony asks you, waggling one of her own forehooves experimentally.\n\n"Beats me," you answer, then blink as an entirely feminine voice comes out, even a bit squeaky. You can see, a bit distant, a different group of ponies in slightly more masculine colors... group A must have been turned into stallions. You joined the mare group! D'oh. Still, it is kind of neat, even if it's weird. The pink pony turns to talk to someone, plastic strand tail swishing and flashing a pink rubber pussy and asshole at you. You feel your cheeks warm as you realize you probably have those too now. You quickstep aside as a pair of laughing fillies go running by, apparently far more excited than the adults... you wonder if those were girls or boys before they went through?\n\n"Alright, mares," the blue park employee says as he trots out of the station, a smirk on his plastic muzzle. You notice a number of other ponies are now approaching from the town proper and splitting up to arrange themselves behind the two split groups. You spot a distinctive particularly large red form standing in the line that's formed up behind you, a shiny plastic piece of straw dangling from his lips. The park employee continues, "To get you acclimated to Ponyville, we'll get you all a demonstration of one of your duties here. So if you'll please just line up, backs towards us, and we'll get you mounted a time or two."\n\nYour molded white eyes widen. Mounted?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Obey.|PonyBPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Rebel!|PonyBPlaceholder]]

Sort of impressed by that costume, you make your way towards the "Horseshoe Equestria" train, passing right by her as you do. It seriously looks like someone took one of the toys out of the package and zapped it with some kind of growth beam or something. You jump a little when she turns her head to look at you, the plastic moving as easily as flesh and blood, and gives you a cheerful smile. "All aboard, sir!" she chirps, wiggling her big round plastic rear a bit as if to show off the Worldland logo stamped on it.\n\n"Uh, yeah, thanks," you murmur back in embarrassment, before hurrying to step on the train. Once aboard, you frown a bit. Did you see something else on that costume...? ... Nah.\n\nYou watch out the window as the train chugs along, and surprisingly enough you're soon moving along green, rolling hills and lots of wide open countryside. A lot of ridiculously green, slightly reflective countryside... it's basically like riding through a giant playset, you realize, especially once a few buildings pass by and they, too, look like oversized toy barns and silos and so on. Man, the amount of plastic they used to make this place could have caused an oil crisis all on its own.\n\nEventually the train stops at a station much like the one you got on at, though at this one both attendants are wearing those pony costumes... a pink one and a blue one, looks like, with lighter-colored manes of each. "Everyone, your attention please!" the blue one... a guy, natch... calls, gesturing with a forehoof. "We have a very special announcement! We're still trying to get Horseshoe Equestria populated, so we're going to go ahead and have you all become castmembers today!" Which causes a squeal of excitement from the kids and a few murmurs of trepidation from the adults... with a bit of crossover between the two. So, you'll have to put on one of those costumes for awhile? Eh, maybe it won't be so bad.\n\nYou blink as the castmember turns towards the station... his tail swished around and hid it, but you're almost sure you spotted molded blue balls and a rubbery pucker. Are those costumes seriously anatomically correct? Before you can try and get a look, he continues, "We're going to go ahead and divide you into two groups pretty much at random. Don't worry if you get split up from friends and family, you'll meet up on the other side of the costuming area, there's no way anyone will get lost. This way, this way," he continues, leading you inside the station, to where there's a large, open arch that apparently goes right into the attraction, though right now it's got the infamous red velvet ropes blocking it off. To either side of it are darker doorways, just large enough for a single person to go through, one marked with an 'A' and one with a 'B'.\n\n"Alright, when I put you in a group, please head to that side of the station, and we'll start sending you through presently," the female park employee says, trotting up to the head of the group and then turning back to face it, then starting to gesture to people with a shiny forehoof. "Group A. Group B. Group A. Group B. Group-"\n\nEventually, each group winds up with precisely twenty people in it... and you're standing on your own. You glance back and forth, then at the attendants, who are looking at you consideringly... which is kind of weird, since their faces change shape to show their expressions. What <i>are</i> those costumes made out of?\n\n"Well, one group will wind up lopsided, but which one?" the female murmurs.\n\n"Hm, well, let's handle it like this." The stallion trots forward, smiling at you. "Sir, since you're the odd one out, just pick whichever group you like... or, you can go ahead on into the attraction without participating in the cast, as you prefer."\n\n<hr>\n[[Join group A.|PonyBPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Join group B.|PonyB1x2]]\n\n[[Head inside.|PonyBPlaceholder]]

Sighing, you settle the stick of the skewer back into place and resolve to wait. You really don't want to wind up engaged yet again over some chicken... even if it does smell really good.\n\nPerhaps ten minutes later, you hear a rustle in the bushes, and then make a face at the tiny form that emerges. "You?!"\n\n"Oho, well if it isn't Ranma!" Happosai chirps. "Looking short and stacked as always! And a bit hungry, too, hmmm?" the wrinkled little old pervert adds, glancing towards the fire. He leers, raising his tiny hands and wiggling his fingers lascivously. "Might be if you show me those fine fine titties, I'll let you have a bite!"\n\n"I'd rather starve," you answer flatly, folding your arms over said stacked chest.\n\n"Hmph." Happosai scowls, folding his own arms, then sighs a bit. "Fine. Instead, I have a proposal to make. If you'll listen to it, I'll let you share my lunch."\n\nYou hesitate for a moment, then decide no real harm could come of just hearing him out. You can always punt him to the horizon if he offends you too much. "Yeah, fine, deal."\n\nHapposai plucks up the chicken skewer you picked up earlier and sprinkles something on it... salt, you assume from the look. Then he hands it over, allowing you to ravenously tear into it. He starts to speak, handing you a fresh chicken skewer every so often. "I was out here to do some training, but also looking into a legend. They say there's an old Tanuki temple out here somewhere, a real one. In that temple is a leaf hairpin, which will bestow its wearer with many powers! I want that pin."\n\n"What for?" you ask suspiciously, narrowing your eyes. Then, with a smirk, you add, "Not like you got much to pin it in, old fart."\n\n"Show some respect! I'm willing to help you out with the powers," Happosai says, shaking a tiny finger at you. "Only someone with my ancient wisdom could use it properly, so if you give it to me, I'll use its powers of shapeshifting to turn you back into a man!"\n\nThat makes your ears perk. "What, seriously? For good, no more curse?!"\n\n"Seriously! For good! No more curse! It would break my heart to say goodbye to those sweet tits of yours," he adds in a weepy voice, making you twitch angrily, before he immediately gets serious again. "But it seems like a fair trade for the hairpin! Whattya say, Ranma?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|FRanX4x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|FRanX3x2]]

Why make things more complicated than they need to be? you think with a grin, following along after Coach Morrison as you head to the office to grab keys and pass them out.\n\nWhen you put Cassie in with Sandra, she looks pretty shocked, since you roomed with her the entire trip up, but she doesn't say anything out loud, simply internally wondering when you started particularly enjoying Kiera's company. You smugly think you're about to start enjoying it much more than you ever have before, you think as the two of you head into the room. The moment you nudge the door closed behind you, you drop your bag and start forward. Kiera's turning towards you at the sound of your bag hitting the floor so abruptly, and her eyes widen as your arms go around her and your lips press to hers, tongue sliding wantonly into her mouth.\n\nHer shock lasts for about half a second before her hands dip under your cheer skirt to grab your ass, squeezing it as she returns the kiss eagerly, sucking on your tongue and leaning into you. You moan into her mouth as she works your butt with all the eagerness of the fantasizing she's been doing since cheer camp, the round cheeks letting her fingers sink in just the right amount. You reach under her own skirt to grab her panties and yank them down around her thighs so you can grab her own ass directly, sucking on her lower lip and giving a sweet little noise of desire. Kiera shifts her legs to let her panties drop and steps out of them, sliding her hand down the front of your own to stroke over your pussy just like in her earlier fantasy, giving her own low moan of desire.\n\nAfter a bit you draw back, smirking as you shove Kiera back onto one of the beds, the dark-skinned girl bouncing a bit as she lands. You quickly strip out of your soaked panties and drop them before climbing up onto the bed and straddling her face. Without needing to be told, she quickly starts licking and sucking at your pussylips, making you gasp loudly. You lean forward and flip up her cheer skirt to reveal her much paler untanned crotch with its small, close-trimmed tuft of black hair. Biting your lip, you rock your hips back and forth on Kiera's eager tongue, lips parted and eyes closed as you moan lowly. You pull your top up and off, catching your sports bra with it and tossing both away, D-cups jiggling as you shake your hips and roll your shoulders, letting out a breathy little 'Oh yeah' as Kiera works her tongue across your clit.\n\nAfter several minutes of her eagerly eating your pussy, you experimentally slide your hips forward a bit more, throwing your head back and smiling with another loud gasp as Kiera just as enthusiastically starts tonguing your pucker, her tongue pushing in nice and deep almost right away. "Ffffuck," you gasp out, your voice high and sweet and trailing up into an almost squeal at the end. Leaning forward a bit further, you use one hand to nudge Kiera's dark thighs further apart and apply the fingertips of your other hand to her sodden pussy, finding the little nub of her clit and working it fast, making her start squealing and moaning against your pucker.\n\nOnce both of you have had several nice little orgasms from that, you swing off, Kiera quickly sitting up and pulling off her top and bra as well while you untie and drop your sneakers, Kiera simply kicking hers off. With the two of you stripped to just your cheer skirts and loose-topped socks, she quickly pounces on top of you, pressing you back and starting to suck on your nipples, giving a little almost whimper of "Holy fuck I love your tits" as she squeezes at them while licking at the stiff nubs. You moan sweetly at that and the feel of her own big tits pressing against your belly, stroking over her hair and giving her a few gasped words of encouragement. Eventually though you roll her over onto her back again, sliding down some to let your tits pillow against hers as you kiss her again, bringing your thigh up to nudge up her skirt and press against her pussy. She's quick to bring her own thigh up to press between your legs, the two of you starting to rock against each other, Kiera breaking the kiss just enough to murmur, "Yes, fuck me, yes!" before thrusting her tongue back into your mouth.\n\nOh yes, it's going to be a very good night!\n\nThe next day you and Kiera, as discussed in the brief period this morning where you were neither fondling each other or eating each other out, both trot out as if nothing were amiss, choosing your usual seats on the bus rather than sitting together. Cassie still looks suspicious, though, as you sit down next to her. "Everything okay? Like, did I do anything to-"\n\n"No no, I'm just trying to mix things up, y'know?" you reply casually, giving her a slight mental nudge to blunt her fears. She nods, smiling a bit and settling in.\n\nYou, meanwhile, are plotting out who's next. Not that Kiera wasn't a ton of fun, but why stick to one girl when you've still got several other very eager girls in the bus? Yeah, another girl who's already practically begging for your pussy mentally is probably best. Let's see... ooo how about Hanna? You've definitely been getting some nice fantasies from her, though you admit you're amused that a lot of them involve you wearing a strapon and using her pigtails like handlebars. You don't exactly have a strapon handy (damn you need to get a strapon!), but you think she won't mind too much.\n\nHm. The question is whether to shack up with her alone, or bring Kiera along with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Alone.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[With Kiera.|CheerSS3x3]]

Grinning, you bring out your phone and start typing up a text message. Kiera shifts a bit as her phone chirps (it literally makes bird cheeping noises) to snag it and glance at the screen... then over at you, her wicked grin briefly flashing one of her 'fangs'. Message received apparently. \n\nThat night you assign yourself and Hanna to the same room, reveling a little in the wicked little thrill that shoots through her when you announce it, though she quickly tries to squash it down and assure herself that nothing's going to happen. You have to repress some rather wicked giggles at that, and continue giving room assignments. There's a bit of confusion and some consternation when Kiera receives a room to herself, but at this point most of the squad is pretty willing to trust you. Still, you sense Cassie's sense of suspicion welling back up, and another mental nudge only quells it, not removes it. Hm.\n\nOh well. Much more interesting things to consider for the moment. You follow Hanna to the room, smiling as you consider. Most of her fantasies have involved you being a little rough, or at least dommy... let's see if you can make her fantasies a reality. You leave the door unlocked as you follow her into the room, tossing your bag on one of the beds. (You figure you'll only be using one of them tonight anyway.) "Hey, Hanna?" you call, keeping your tone casual.\n\n"Yes Amanda?" Hanna asks, whirling around to face you, both the response and the motion a little too obviously eager and making her blush a bit in embarrassment.\n\n"Give me your panties." \n\nHer eyes widen, and she glances aside, before she grins and gives a nervous laugh. "Um, I think I misheard you, sounded like you said-"\n\n"I said, give me your panties. The ones you're wearing. Right now."\n\nShe trembles a little, but gives a small nod before slipping her hands under her skirt to slip down the red thong, working it over her socks and sneakers before holding it out to you. Her eyes stay locked onto the cloth as you bring it up, inhaling gently before giving the damp crotch a kittenish lick. "Mm, your pussy's really wet," you murmur, tossing the panties onto the bed with your bags, then reaching down to lift up the front of your own skirt to display your bare sex. "Mine too. Better come over here and lick it for me."\n\nHanna freezes... for almost as long as Kiera hesitated. Then she can't get on her knees in front of you fast enough, hands sliding up your hips and eyes turning towards you worshipfully as she starts eating out your pussy, her head full of the thought that it was there and uncovered under your skirt all day and now she's getting to suck on your outer lips and work her tongue over your clit. You mmm happily, nibbling your lower lip as you look down at her. Hanna's so into it that she barely even notices the door opening, closing, and locking, before Kiera settles behind you, pressing her face between your round asscheeks and starting to tongue your pucker as enthusiastically as Hanna is your cunt.\n\nYou close your eyes and let your lips part, moaning full-throated and resting a hand on each girl's head, encouraging them to lean in closer and work their tongues in deeper. Hanna's ass wiggles as her hips reflexively work with her arousal, skirt riding up to show a bit of her bare rear, while Kiera's squatted position balanced on the balls of her feet more clearly displays her own bare pussy. But eventually you pull away, moving towards the bed and pulling your top off, having dispensed with a bra today and thus leaving your tits wobbling energetically as you flop onto your back and spread your legs, beckoning to Hanna. She quickly leans forward, bracing her hands on your thighs as she resumes licking your pussy. Kiera removes her top to display her own bare breasts, pale orbs surrounded by darker tan skin hanging down as she leans down to push Hanna's skirt up further and deliver several slaps to it, making the brown-haired girl squeal into your pussy before the noise turns to moans as Kiera starts eating her out as well.\n\nAfter awhile you and Kiera help relieve Hanna of some of the rest of her cheer uniform, leaving her skirt and socks just as the two of you have kept yours on. Could it be you're developing a cheerleader fetish even though you are one? Eh, if so, convenient! The three of you clamber onto the bed, and this time Kiera takes a turn with her head between your legs, while you wrap your hands around Hanna's thighs and go to work between them while she similarly gets down to business between Kiera's legs. You don't discriminate either... you suck at Hanna's plump pussylips, lick teasingly along her taint, and flick your tongue at her asshole before rolling it around, enjoying the moans, gasps, and cries she gives, albeit muffled against Kiera's wet folds. After over an hour of the three of you eating each other out in your little ring, you shift and raise up, the other two similarly swinging around and repositioning. You put your tongue back to work, this time pressing it into Kiera's asshole before sliding down to swirl inside her pussy, while Hanna starts suckling eagerly at your clit.\n\nLater that night, after even the skirts and socks have been taken off and the other two have fallen into semi-exhausted sleep, you lay naked on your belly, feet kicking in the air as you browse your phone and consider. There's one more night left in the trip, which means you should probably make it count. You can continue your trend of gathering together the burgeoning lesbians on the squad into your own little thing (Allison being the next likely candidate), or...\n\n... you're not sure where the thought comes from, but it does make you glance towards the window, beyond which lie the other rooms, thoughtfully. You <i>could</i> seduce Coach Morrison. You caught at least a handful of naughty thoughts about you from her when she's been around, though she quickly and firmly squashed each one, hastily enough that you're sure she's had a few more you didn't even catch. You know Kiera and Hanna became almost slavishly loyal to you after you fucked them. If you seduced Coach Morrison, you could pretty much run the team as you liked! Of course, that might be getting in over your head...\n\nBut then, isn't that part of the fun? you think with a grin.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce Allison.|CheerSS]]\n\n[[Seduce Coach Morrison.|CheerSS]]

You never really would have thought about this sort of thing before, but power and acclaim is a hell of a drug. As the bus pulls up to that night's motel, you glance around and consider your options. Well, you suppose theoretically there's any girl on the team... Xiora said that you had the power to seduce practically anyone! Still, you've definitely got some different mindsets to pick from if nothing else.\n\nFor instance, you could go with Kiera. You've been sensing a fairly steady stream of fantasies about you over the course of the trip. In fact she's having one right now, her imagination wandering to the idea of you sitting next to each other in the back of the bus, skirts riding up and a hand slipped down the front of each other's panties, panting softly and trying not to be noticed. You sense more than see her hand wander up her inner thigh a bit, before she quickly shifts it back to her knee and shakes off the fantasy. You probably wouldn't have to do any seducing at all, really!\n\nOf course, on the other end of things there's Kaorin. You've only caught a few hints from her of anything like fantasies, mostly of your naked bodies pressing together as you kiss, but every single time she quickly shakes such thoughts off and pushes them down with a feeling of intense embarrassment. Looks like someone's either in denial or just mostly straight but curious! Either way, the miniscule blush on her cheeks every time she forces herself to stop thinking about kissing you is kind of adorable in its own way.\n\nThose seem the two most delectable choices. Who to go with?\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiera.|CheerSS3x2]]\n\n[[Kaorin.|CheerSS]]

Heading to the grate on the right, you follow Fuchsia's instruction to pass your fingertips along the edges of the grating and each of the screws holding it in place. Once you discover where they are, you reach into your belt for the EMP pellet and place it on the edge of the grate, tapping it to activate it. Your HUD briefly flickers and you hear a crackle in your ear... but nothing after that. Since no one's coming on to say that you screwed up, you shrug and activate the tools in your bracers, unscrewing the grate and making sure to lift it from the left side. Looking at your belt again, you spot the indicator for 'cloud spray' and pull out a cannister roughly the size of a tube of chapstick. Huh, must be meant to cover your descent. Well, whatever, you drop it down the side of the shaft, and a moment later hear a hiss and see a cloud of fog rising up. Okay, here we go!\n\nYou leap down into the shaft, tucking a little bit in expectation of needing to hit and roll. You pass right through the cloud of obscuring fog created by the cannister, and barely have time to start a scream as you drop far enough for the air to be cleared by the high-seed metal fan blades below, your whole world lurching to the side briefly as you hit. Luckily you're dragged completely into the fan before you really have time to realize how much it hurts.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSpy1cxEnd]]

"Good morning, and welcome to another day at AppAssure Industries."\n\nYou open your eyes and sit up slightly in bed, large muscles propelling you onto your side with a single flex. You smirk at the sight of White MESA standing next to the bed, dressed as she usually is... a lab coat, a collar, and nothing else. Her immensely pregnant belly juts forward in front of her, milk-swollen heavy breasts practically resting atop it. Despite that, she has her usual flat expression in place.\n\n"Reviewing your schedule today for approval." She looks down at her tablet, tapping a few buttons to bring the schedule up. "First, breakfast while I perform fellatio on you. Second, touring the female test subjects acquired since last week to see if any new changes suit your desires. Up to four hours has been scheduled in which you may choose to use them sexually. Any excess time has been penciled in to be used for a massage. At four PM I am scheduled to give birth to your latest offspring, which as usual you have requested to be present for, possibly so that I may fellate you while doing so. I am then allotted an hour's rest before you will reimpregnate me. Do you have any requests for alterations?"\n\nSmirking, you roll onto your back and point at your morning piss-boner. She looks for a moment, then replies dryly, "Ah, of course, I forgot. A thousand pardons." She quickly clambers onto the bed and between your legs, where she places her lips firmly over the very tip of it. One of her hands gently strokes the side of your shaft while her other toys with your balls, encouraging you to relax, which you do, releasing a stream of bright yellow tangy piss right into her mouth. She gulps the stream down unhesitantly, long ago having given up any pretense of reistance at living to serve your whims.\n\nNow <i>that's</i> science!\n\n<b>Mike at AppAssure End</b> - <i>Making science your bitch</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to Start.|CharGenMain]]

Ponies. Well, maybe it will be kinda funny, you never know. More curious than anything, you set off along the path, noticing that the color pallette of the decorations definitely seems to be shading towards the pastels the further along you go. Everything has slightly simplified and somewhat cartoonish proportions... you've gotta hand it to the designer, they managed to make stuff look sort of animated in real life.\n\nThere are a lot of kids running around screeching, but a fair number of adults mingled in too. Everything seems to be funneling towards a shiny, plasticy-looking train station. There are two trains at the station, with people splitting to go into one or the other... mostly they look the same, though the one on the left is a bit more squat and has slightly odder proportions. It's weird, you'd almost assume that it wasn't quite built with humans in mind. As you draw closer, you notice that there are two park workers guiding people into the trains and calling their script cheerfully. One is a pretty young woman with brown hair in a simple ponytail, wearing a blue Worldland polo shirt and khaki pants. The other is wearing some sort of elaborate mascot costume that actually has them down on all fours... man, it has to be uncomfortable in that thing with its barrel legs and quadraped posture, you think as you look at its big white friendly eyes and smiling mouth. And hot, too, you think as you take in the plastic gleam of its brown mane and blue body with brown speckles, the Worldland logo emblazoned on its flank.\n\n"This way to [[Upright Equestria|PonyA1x1]]!" the uncostumed park girl calls, waving some more people into the train on the right side. "Ponyville's waiting, and sometimes you just need opposable thumbs to experience it properly! If you want to meet all your favorite castmembers while they have normal skintones and clothes on, this is the train you want to take!"\n\n"This way to [[Horseshoe Equestria|PonyB1x1]]!" the one in the costume calls in a surprisingly clear, nearly identical voice. You actually jump a little when you notice the costume's mouth moving, not having expected it to be mobile... there's no seams to let the jaw flap! Maybe it's some sort of rubber instead of plastic. It gestures towards the train door with a forehoof. "Ponyville's waiting, experience it like the ponies do! If you want to meet all your favorite castmembers while they look like they do on the show, you'll want this train right here!"\n\nYou blink, looking back and forth as steady streams of people continue to pile into both trains. You probably ought to make a decision quick, it's looking like you'll be one of the last people to get a ride before the next train!

"We'll get you a cellphone, so that you don't have to keep bumming other peoples' computers to use the internet and look up outfits," you say with a grin, resting a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"Ohmigawsh!" she squeals, leaping forward and practically tackling you, wrapping her arms around you. "Thank you, Master, you're the best!" \n\n"Ack! Mary!"\n\n"Sorry!"\n\nMaya declines the offer to join the two of you, so soon you're out walking to the mall. Mary seems just as happy to be there as you might expect, window-shopping lavishly... though after she bends far enough over to look at something and her skirt rises up to show a flash of her pussy, you have to have a quick, whispered, and very red-faced conversation convincing her to make herself some panties. She pouts, but eventually agrees, and though you don't see them you can only assume she's made herself a pair. \n\nThe cell phone place is indeed the first stop, and you figure out your budget. You'll have to use your emergency credit card, you figure, but it should be okay as long as you pay it back eventually. (Hopefully Mary's 'it's normal' field can smooth that over some?) You're not exactly surprised when she picks out a smartphone and buys a pink case for it. As the two of you leave, she ecstatically takes a number of selfies, snagging your arm and leaning in close to get herself and your nervously smiling face in.\n\n"Thank you, Master, I love it!" she chirps, and you blush even more as you notice a few heads turning.\n\n"Mary, maybe don't call me 'Master' when other people are around," you murmur, glancing about nervously.\n\n"Aw, but you said I could if I wanted," she says with a pout, drooping a little in place.\n\n"I know, but..." You trail off with another glance around, then take her hand and pull her off into a small alcove. Keeping your voice low, you say, "I told you I wouldn't order you to do anything you don't want to do, and I meant it." You even dare to give her hand a squeeze, taking a breath before adding, "But it looks like your 'everything's normal' field has limits, and I think people notice you calling me Master."\n\n"You don't want them to hear me say it?" Mary asks, sounding a little sad. "... Is this for my sake, Master? Or are you embarrassed of me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[It's for your sake.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[It's for her sake. (Lie)|QOSuc]]\n\n[[It's both.|QOSuc2x8]]

Hm. You do have plenty of energy to spare, and having someone who owes you one right off the bat couldn't entirely hurt. Call it... enlightened self interest, or at least as enlightened as a demon is likely to get. The question is, do you give her some energy from yourself, or from your steed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Yourself.|GGHell3x1]]\n\n[[Steed.|GGHell1x3]]

You sit up in bed suddenly, gasping a bit as if you'd been starved for air. You raise a hand to your throat, rubbing a little. Did you... have a dream? You can't really recall anything about it, everything seems hazy and-\n\nYou realize there's a warm, wet sensation below. Eyes widening, you yank the topsheet off of yourself, then groan at the sight of the large wet spot spreading out across the sheets, and at the way your white panties are soaked and pressing up against you, even the hem of your black tanktop plastered against your back some.. You <i>wet the bed</i>? Seriously? A rush of shame and humiliation spreads through you... and at the same time a sense of arousal stokes inside you. Without really thinking, you slide a hand down the front of your piss-soaked panties, moaning as you start frigging your clit and then sliding your fingers inside yourself, the wet cotton clearly outlining the motions as you get yourself off while still sitting in the slight puddle you made.\n\nOnce you finish up your slightly inexplicable masturbation session (and feel weirder and more embarrassed than ever), you do a quick bit of middle-of-the-night ninja laundry and cleaning, putting fresh sheets on the bed and taking a quick sink-bath before returning to sleep. When morning proper arrives, you're as dry and rested as normal, if still intensely embarrassed and confused. What the hell? You haven't done that since you were tiny, it makes no sense! Still you guess weird accidents happen to everyone, so eventually you put it out of your head and get on with life.\n\nA few days later a sweet tooth strikes you. You seem to recall hearing about a candy shop having its grand opening in town, so you get dressed and head on down, strolling inside under the Grand Opening banner and heading for the counter.\n\n"Why, welcome back, Cyan! It's good to see you again!" the blonde behind the counter chirps.\n\nYou blink. Wait... yeah, that's right, you've been here before, haven't you? "Thanks... Tandy," you answer, a little confused. Oh yeah, you have been here before, you just didn't realize it until you actually walked in. Huh. You had something good before, too, something like a-\n\nYou stare down at the spiral-frosted cookie as it's presented to you on Tandy's fingertips, then look up at her as she smiles at you. "You really enjoyed this last time, I figured it wouldn't be too long before you came in for another. Go ahead, eat it. It's-"\n\n"-relaxing," you say along with her, your hand already reaching for the cookie.\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat it.|GGCandy7x4]]\n\n[[No, something's weird.|GGCandy8x1]]

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mary," you answer with a sigh, rubbing the back of your head. "I mean, we've already kind of been too brash and stand out already today, we shouldn't push it."\n\nMary sighs heavily, shoulders slumping a little. "Wouldn't want to be abnormal, I guess," she says flatly, turning to the fence and slipping her fingers through it, gazing out over the schoolgrounds.\n\nNot really knowing how to respond to that, you somewhat awkwardly settle down on the rooftop and pull out your lunch, eating as you occasionally glance towards Mary, who's still just looking out over the sports fields. You'd almost thought the whole thing would pass without further comment when she speaks up.\n\n"Master. That guy who was such a jerk this morning. Is that sort of thing normal?"\n\n"Um." You blink a little, thinking. "Well. Most people have better sense than that, since he could've gotten kicked out of school or arrested for assault or something, but... it's probably more normal than it should be."\n\n"And that teacher who was fifteen minutes late for class, read out of the textbook the entire time, and argued with someone who corrected her about the book we were reading?"\n\nYou roll your eyes. "For that teacher at least, that's pretty normal, yeah. Again it probably happens more than it should."\n\n"Is Maya normal?" Mary asks, tilting her head.\n\nYou have to snort a bit at that. "Not really, no. Probably double for her sister."\n\n"Who do you like more, Maya or people like that senior or the teacher?"\n\nYou frown a little, leaning back on your hands. "I don't get where you're going with this."\n\n"What's so great about being normal?" Mary looks over towards you, and after a moment steps back a bit and leans away, only gripping the fence with one hand. "Do you not like me, Master?"\n\nYou splutter at the suddenness of the question, feeling indignant as you snap back, "Of course I like you!"\n\n"But I'm not normal. I'm a succubus."\n\n"Look, normal is just... what everybody is," you murmur, shifting uncomfortably on the cement. "And it's easier to be normal. Being... different... you wind up having to justify yourself all the time. You have to deal with people who hate you just for being different. People not noticing you makes things way simpler."\n\n"But is that what you want for me, Master?" Mary turns and walks over, legs together and hands resting at the hem of her skirt as she squats down, balanced on the balls of her feet. "Do you want me to be normal? Just like everybody else?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QOSuc4x1]]\n\n[[No.|QOSuc3x2]]

Nox follows you into the elevator, and waits for you to speak aloud, "Ah... my room?" The doors close, and there's only a faint hum before the chime sounds and the doors slide open again. You peek out, finding what looks like a windowless hotel room... small, simple furniture, no personal touches. Looking uncertainly at Nox, she raises a hand placatingly. \n\n"Your room is linked to you, to your data on the system. As you grow and develop, it will as well. I know it seems a little spartan just at the moment, but I ask you to trust me and make do. I think you'll find that even before the end of the 'day', it will have already have begun to change." Nox gestures for you to enter, and you slowly step into the room proper, still feeling rather uncertain. "In any event, please take some time to yourself, reflect on what's occurred, and resolve yourself. I'll return in a little while, there's another matter we'll need to take care of before we can properly begin your training." With that enigmatic statement, Nox lets the door slide closed in front of her.\n\nYou look around the room, not that there's much to look at (yet, supposedly). There's not even a TV or phone, it borders more on "cell" than "room". Guess being the chosen one doesn't immediately come with an opulent lifestyle. There is a connected bathroom, and you briefly wonder if you even need to use the toilet that's in there or if it's just there because it's expected to be.\n\nYou look at your new pigtailed body in the wall mirror, turning back and forth again. After looking for a minute, you realize there are clasps at the back of the straps of your top, so you undo them and let the top fall off and to the ground. You spend another few minutes examining the sight of your tiny tits and the puffy pink nipples capping the small rises, before sitting down on the edge of the combination shower/tub to undo your boots and pull them off. You unbutton the shorts and shove them down as well as you stand up, stepping out of them. The mirror ends too early for you to get a particularly good view of your own pussy, but by standing on tiptoe you can sort of see the firm little lips.\n\nYou're definitely cute, if one likes athletic girls. You lift up one of your pigtails and brush the tufted end back and forth across your cute button nose thoughtfully, wondering if you should... get to know your new body better.\n\n<hr>\n[[Heck yeah! Time for some fun!|NoxF]]\n\n[[No, no, it's just too weird.|NoxF]]

You step through the doorway and find yourself standing in a large, open room with floor-to-ceiling windows... it kind of looks like a floor in an office building, just that instead of cubicles and desks and office equipment, there's a scattering of assorted normal furniture, like you'd see in someone's house. Outside there's a night-lit city, buildings glowing as if they were outlined in neon as well as simply having their lights turned on. You glance out the window, then focus on the furniture, and the people on it.\n\nSitting in a brown leather easy chair is a pretty woman with short red hair, wearing a similar grey textured bodysuit to Nox, though hers has black panels covering the chest and shoulders to give it the appearance of armor, even as the way it hugs her very well-formed body makes it seem as much like a display piece as anything. A short distance away is a weight bench, a positively Amazonian woman with tan skin and short dark hair doing bench-presses, the motion of her arms making her full, firm breasts move under their sports bra as she lifts, a man of similarly powerful build and similar coloration spotting her. There's an actual queen-sized bed complete with red satin sheets a bit apart from that, and sprawled on it is an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman... she's not proportioned all that different than the "slut" body the digitizer guys gave you, though somehow she makes it look far classier and more elegant, even as she lays there wearing nothing but white lingerie. And finally, sprawled on a beaten-up and somewhat patchwork couch, is a girl that looks a lot like... you. Well, the new you, anyway, just with white hair and pink eyes, and a white copy of your outfit.\n\nThe muscular duo cease their workout, the amazon and the blonde both sitting up from their positions as Nox steps out of the door behind you... a door that, you now notice, has become a set of elevator doors. "Everyone, this is Erica, although you know that already." You blink and glance at her at the feminization of your name, but suppose it's accurate enough now. "Erica, these are programs I have created to help you in various aspects of your training. Each one carries a bit of my own code, so they are capable of learning and growing to the extent that I am, though of course they do not have your unlimited potential."\n\n"That is Ghost," Nox continues, the redhead nodding in acknowledgement. "She will teach you all manner of combat, both physical and virtual, how to attack threats of all kinds."\n\n"Those are the twins, Panzer and Dragon." The muscular duo both grin at you broadly. "They will be responsible for building your personal strength, and thus your ability to resist damage and changes that you don't want."\n\n"That is Selene." Nox gestures to the woman on the bed. "She will teach you infiltration, manipulation, and all of the other more subtle skills that you will be able to put to use in your endeavors."\n\n"Though sometimes, part of being subtle is knowing when not to be subtle," the blonde purrs, reaching up and pulling down the lace-trimmed cups of her bra to let her large breasts spill out. You notice yourself ogling and force your mouth closed, cheeks burning as she smiles and tugs the bra back into place.\n\nNox grins, then indicates the last individual. "And that is Mirror. She is, indeed, your reflection... created partly so that you can have an outside perspective of your own progress, but also as someone to share your interests with. In other words, a friend."\n\n"Hey," you and Mirror say at the same time, making both of you grin, though yours is more sheepish. "I'm not an <i>exact</i> duplicate, just so you know. Just close," she adds on her own.\n\n"There will be time for more thorough introductions later, as there is time for everything. But now that you understand you won't be going through this alone, perhaps you should take some time to reflect. By yourself, ironically." Nox grins a bit and gestures you to the elevator doors, which open in front of you as you step over. "Simply tell the elevator where you wish to go, and it will take you there."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|NoxF1x3]]

"I guess," you say slowly after a few moments' thought. "I guess I'll take the female body." After all, you've always been kind of curious about that whole thing, it's just that you didn't exactly want to get turned into a fucktoy in the process.\n\nNox nods and waves a hand, a flat mirror surface appearing in front of you and giving you a view of the big-titted bimbo body that you've been saddled with. You watch as the huge mounds and wide child-birthing hips both begin to shrink, and you also begin losing the height you gained in your earlier transformation. The padding of smooth babyfat that made the prior female form look pliant and squeezable fades to leave your limbs lean and compact, with the trim-toned arms of a swimmer and the sleek but powerful legs of same. The massive tits indeed shrink away until they're little more than faint rises on your chest, probably barely an A-cup and more appropriately called "mosquito bites", though your nipples are definitely puffier and pinker than when you were a guy. Your sex remains largely unchanged, though the puffy outer lips tighten up a bit more, befitting your more youthful appearance.\n\nYour hair also changes, the bright blonde darkening and turning a deep purple color instead, as if to make sure no one could possibly miss picking you out of a crowd. The waves of it straighten out even as it lengthens further, but begins winding itself into a pair of long braids that dangle down behind you. Your eyes widen some, getting a bit bigger as they turn an iridescent blue color, making you look like some sort of anime character. Clothes finally appear, your top little more than a black band around your throat and a black band just under your chest connected by a flap of cloth in front, covering your small chest but not much else. A pair of black short-shorts appear down below, snug but not too tight, rolled-up a bit at the bottom and with multiple pockets. A pair of clasp-fastened black combat boots appear on your feet, and fingerless black gloves on your hands complete the look of being some sort of jailbait commando.\n\n"I wanted you to be distinctive," Nox explains with an amused grin as you twist back and forth in front of the mirror. "Come now. We have all the time in the world for you to explore your new body later."\n\n"Yeah? All the time in the world?" you ask, just a bit dubiously as you throw a few experimental punches in the direction of the mirror, finding that this body responds a lot quicker than your old one did.\n\n"This is an extremely advanced system, and the part of it I have commandeered and now control is capable of operating at extremely efficient speeds. Even were we to spend a million years in simulations, teaching you to unlock the secrets of altering reality, at most twenty-four hours might pass in the outside world. Even in the unlikely event that we were detected by the digitizer operators, we would be able to wrest it from their control and make our escape before they even knew what happened."\n\n"Oh, that's good, I guess."\n\n"So it is more for the structure of your experiences that I now hurry you along." Nox turns to face a doorway that wasn't there a moment ago and opens it, gesturing for you to enter. "After you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Down the rabbit hole.|NoxF1x2]]

"Er. One sec, Mary," you say, holding up a finger again.\n\n"'Kaaay," the succubus says a little forelornly, still tapping her fingers together.\n\nYou wouldn't normally be so okay with confrontation, but you feel oddly protective of this strange new demonic arrival. Gesturing for Maya to step over to the side with you, you lean in a bit and whisper, "What the heck? Why are you being mean to her?"\n\n"I'm not being <i>mean</i>," Maya huffs, scowling at you.\n\n"You're acting like one of those girls that give you crap all the time," you answer with a frown of your own.\n\nMaya opens her mouth to snap something back... then sighs and rubs her face with both hands. "Shit, you're right. I don't know. She's the second naked, ridiculously hot weirdo with horns to appear in my back yard in twenty minutes, I'm a little rattled."\n\n"She's not naked," you answer a little indignantly. As Maya rolls her eyes, you press on, "Besides, that's not Mary's fault. Or even Lucoa's. We did the ritual, we invited Lucoa here and then we went and asked her to bring Mary here. Or I guess create Mary."\n\n"Yeah, you're right, you're right." Maya waves a hand, sighing again. "Look, could you just... take her somewhere else? You're right that I shouldn't give her shit, but my nerves are just shot right now, okay?"\n\n"Yeah, okay," you murmur, nodding. You suppose that's fair. "I... guess I'll take her home. Somehow." You turn back to Mary and walk over, hesitating for a second before reaching out to rub her upper arm, blushing a little at touching a very pretty girl like that. Still, she perks up right away, beaming at you and making you blush even worse. "Er, Mary, we're gonna go ahead and go. Can you make yourself... like, some clothes, or less conspicuous, or...?"\n\n"I don't think I have enough reference to make clothes yet," Mary replies thoughtfully, then holds up her hand. "But I can totally do the inconspicuous thing!" Her wings and horns quickly shrink away, until they disappear entirely, leaving her standing there... still with pointed ears capped by some sort of armor ribbing, and wearing what looks like something out of a D&D book. "Tada! Inconspicuous! Totally!"\n\nYou fight the urge to sigh, since she seems sort of sensitive about that kind of thing. "Yeah, alright. C'mon then. Um, see you later, Maya!" You glance at Mary as she waves tentatively to Maya, and then the two of you make your way around the house and out the gate. Soon you're walking down the sidewalk, expecting at any time that a cop will pull up and arrest you both for public indecency or something. Instead the people you pass barely seem to give a second glance, no more than they usually do when Maya's with you.\n\n"Um, Master... does your friend hate me?" Mary asks, fidgeting a little.\n\n"No, she doesn't hate you," you reply, doing your best to sound comforting. "She's just upset and wanted some time to calm down. I'm sure later on she'll apologize for that."\n\n"Oh. Okay." Mary's shoulders slump a little with relief, and she nods eagerly. Then she gives another little 'oh'. "Um, she said I shouldn't call you 'Master', right? Like, should I... not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She should.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[She shouldn't.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[She doesn't have to.|QOSuc2x5]]

"Hey, look, just because I have the lower body of a horse doesn't mean you can treat me like one," you assert, resting your hands on your human waist. "I signed on as a full member of this party, that means I have a right to share the fire with the rest of you. I'll just have to take responsibility for avoiding stepping in it."\n\nHe lets out a sigh. "You are of course right, my dear. My deepest and most abject apologies for my insulting behavior." He puts a hand across his middle and bows deeply. "You are obviously welcome with the rest of us, please come and join."\n\nYou trot into the clearing with the others, doing your best to help them set up. While you do have to be careful about avoiding knocking into things, you do turn out to be useful for things like holding the higher part of tents while other bits are put into place. By the time the fire's started, it's obvious the others are pleased enough with your presence, and you finally fold your legs and settle down near the fire while Bane cooks dinner. It's sausages and potatoes, but dang if it's not one of the best things you've ever eaten, and you definitely see why hobbi-, er, halflings want to eat about twenty meals a day if they cook like this.\n\n"Shae will be taking the first watch tonight," Amana eventually explains. "Feel free to stay up with her if you like, since I'm afraid we couldn't fit you in a tent. We'll have to see about remedying that," she adds with a glance around. "But for now, take your rest or stay on watch as you like, eventually we'll fit you into the rotation as well."\n\nYou nod, settling a bit more as everyone finishes cleaning up and turns in, save for the half-orc rogue who settles down across the fire from you, hugging her legs to her. Everything goes quiet save for the cracking of the logs, and a faint rumble from one of the tents that's probably Thurkar's equivalent of snoring. You shift your shoulders and hear the quite clink of some of the rings of your shirt. "Ah... thanks again for the chainmail," you say, breaking the silence. "That was really generous."\n\nShae almost jumps, staring at you with big green eyes, then slowly shakes her head. "... It's no big deal," she says quietly. "... When Bane and Amana found me, I had basically nothing. Just some rags to wear and a rusty old knife. Amana gave me some of her clothes to wear and her ritual dagger that same hour. The next town we came to, Bane bought me armor and more knives, right out of his own pocket. Amana wouldn't even take the ritual dagger back, said she'd given it to me and it was mine now. She bought a new one. ... They took care of me when the rest of the world just wanted me dead." She squirms a little, looking back in the fire. "... So an old chainmail shirt isn't that much of a thing."\n\nIt's the sort of 'the party is family' backstory you've heard before in dozens of sessions. And yet, actually coming from the mouth of an actual person in front of you, it's far more personal and, well, real. You bite your lip, wanting to say more, but also realizing just how intensely private a thing it is she's just shared with you, and that it was obviously awkward and uncomfortable for her to do so. Maybe you shouldn't press.\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep talking.|GGCentaur1x5]]\n\n[[Rest.|GGCentaur3x1]]

"You two are always going around humiliating other people whenever they do something even the slightest bit embarrassing. I think it's time the two of you learned what that's like," you declare, making them both blanch visibly.\n\n"W-what are you talking about?" they ask in unison.\n\n"The two of you are going to take off all of your clothes. Right here and right now. And you're going to do a full lap around the mall that way, then you're going to take the bus home. At no point are you allowed to cover yourself with anything. You have to go the whole way home completely naked and exposed." You smirk a little as you add, "I'll be nice and let you keep your shoes."\n\nBoth of them look absolutely horrified... even as their hands are starting to move, Alicia untying and buttoning her blouse, Tricia unbuttoning her cutoffs and pushing them down, bending forward to show off a bright red G-string beneath them. Tricia's ass wiggles in the air as she works the cutoffs over her sneakers, meaning people are starting to stare... whatever aura of 'don't notice' you have, it apparently doesn't extend quite entirely to two other people stripping naked on your command. So a whispering, pointing little crowd begins to form as Alicia shrugs out of her blouse and then reaches back to undo her bra, her decently-sized tits wobbling as she pulls it off, Tricia's doing the same as she pulls off her support-built-in tanktop. Alicia undoes her skirt to let it drop, revealing a blue satin thong, before both of them take a deep breath and then in unison bend over to peel down their panties, flashing their bare pussies at the gathered crowd. When they straighten up after slipping their still sneaker-clad feet out of the panties, there's tears in their eyes.\n\n"P-please, Cyan, isn't this enough?!"\n\n"We're sorry, we'll never-!"\n\nYou snap your fingers and point. "Get walking." They both hang their heads, then turn and start off down the walkway, the crowd parting enough to let them through, but of course a decent portion of it starting to follow after. You take a moment to gather up their clothes and shove them in one of your shopping bags, then follow after at a sedate pace, not wanting to get close enough that people might start deciding their nudity is normal because of you. Besides, it's pretty hilarious watching them fall into near-perfect lockstep to the point that their buts are moving in unison. Twins, right? \n\nYou watch as they do a circuit of the upper floor of the mall, people pointing and whispering, or even jeering and catcalling as they pass. The latter makes their arms twitch, obviously wanting to cover themselves or break into a run, but your orders force them not to, instead just walking along showing off their perky teenage tits, smooth-shaven pussies, and pert round asses to all and sundry. As you pass an odds and ends store you're vaguely tempted to take a hand bell so you can ring it and chant 'Shame! Shame!' as you follow them around, but that might be a bit much... besides, in that scenario, cellphone cameras didn't exist, but they're certainly in abundance here. At one point a red-faced mall guard starts to approach them, but you quickly intercept him and tell him it's fine, he should just go snag himself a copy of the security tape to enjoy at home, and he hurries off again.\n\nYou follow them down the escalator, enjoying the sight of them squirming as they reach the bottom and traverse the large area below... both of them yipping a little bit at the cool spray from the fountain installation in the center, something they likely wouldn't notice if it wasn't hitting their exposed breasts and butts. But they dutifully make the full round of the lower level as well, their heads and shoulders slumped and their faces red. By the time they finish that circuit and head outside to stand at the bus stop, they're both sniffling and whimpering in humiliation. (Though you also think you notice a little bit of wetness at their crotches as well as their eyes... could they be getting off on this, at least a little?) They stand trembling slightly in the sunlight until the bus arrives, then get on and, staring blankly at the driver who rather numbly asks if they have change, until you call from your place that it's fine. At that he nods and waves them back, and they both move to stand and grip hand loops, their slightly-on-tiptoe motion of doing so showing them off even more to the staring crowd on the bus. You smirk as you watch it pull away... you <i>could</i> follow after them all the way home, but you think you've seen enough. They should be fine. Probably.\n\nYou head home, giggling occasionally to yourself as you check your own pictures and video of the incident on your cellphone. Those two certainly got what was coming to them! \n\n"Hello, dear, find anything good?" your mother asks as you come in.\n\n"I stole a bunch of stuff and made two fifteen-year-olds walk around naked for the viewing pleasure of the general public."\n\n"That's nice dear."\n\nSnickering, you trot up the stairs and set your bags down, flopping back on the bed and unzipping your jeans, pulling your panties down enough to fish out your cock and start stroking it. Man, the thought of those two haughty, mean bitches sniffling and whimpering as they walked through the mall naked, everything on display to you and everyone else...\n\n"Yeah, it was pretty great!"\n\nYou yelp a bit and jerk around in bed so hard you almost give yourself a cramp in your side, sitting up and looking over at the mirror on your wall, and the decidedly-not-you reflection in it. "Leslie?!"\n\n"No, remember? But eh, I haven't found a better name so whatever, really." The demon in the mirror shrugs. She actually looks a lot <i>more</i> like Leslie at the moment, apparently having adopted much more similar proportions, with just her skin and eyes changed color and the horns on her forehead to show her true nature. "We can go with 'Leslie' for ease of use."\n\nYou frown at her. "You're not supposed to be here, it was part of the deal." You shift, a bit uncomfortable to have your cock out with a creature of Hell around, but you also feel like it would make you look too vulnerable to put it away.\n\n"I never said I wouldn't watch or communicate from the Lower Planes, which is where I still am." 'Leslie' lets out a gusty sigh, leaning an elbow (seemingly) on the frame of the mirror and propping her chin up in it. "Frankly, I'm having a rough time of it. Oh, I know, boohoo. But the point is, I think there's a little more we have to offer each other."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "You've already given me a lot more than I bargained for," you note, gesturing at your (still mostly hard) cock with both hands.\n\n"And you've had a fair bit of fun with it so far! But even more fun with your powers." She grins widely, showing off her fangs. "I saw how you humiliated the Bitch Twins. That had to have broken their spirits, or at least put some pretty huge cracks in them, good job!"\n\n"I did it to pay them back for all the people they've hurt and humiliated over the years themselves, not because I liked making them suffer," you reply a bit stiffly.\n\n"Oh? Are you suuuuure about that?" Leslie coos, leaning in a bit more, almost as if she were actually going to come out of the mirror. "Because it looked to me like you were getting off on it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... maybe a little...|GGHH]]\n\n[[... No!|GGHH]]

It's a somewhat solemn procession that leaves the train and heads up towards the massive castle it's arrived at... the students that haven't already heard about something happening to Harriet can tell something is wrong by the way the train guards and teachers are all ushering them along, practically forming a blockade around the pathway. The lot of you pack into the hall, and only a few moments later Professor Senna emerges onto a balcony overhead.\n\n"Welcome back to Aspareth's School, or in a few cases, welcome for the first time." She looks out over the crowd for a moment, then continues. "I will not pretend that everything is fine, you all deserve better than that. As you either have already heard or likely soon will, Harriet Weaver was attacked by a curse." She lets everyone murmur and chatter about that for only a few seconds before raising her voice and continuing. "While I am sure there is great concern for her, at this time we do not believe that any of you are in danger. Unfortunately, Harriet's history makes her in particular a target for attacks like these. We expect that in time she will make a complete recovery."\n\n"What history?" you whisper to Gabriel, leaning in just a bit. Not too much, you don't know if he's still all <i>weird</i> after seeing Harriet like that.\n\n"When she was ten, some crazy bugger of a warlock called Histral tried to take over her body or something 'cause she was supposed to be important," Gabriel whispers back as Professor Senna goes on about how students don't need to worry but should probably keep a sharp eye out anyway. "S'how she got that mad purple eye. Guess he tried putting his knowledge and power in first 'cause she killed 'im with it."\n\n"Freaky," you murmur back. You settle in, trying to think how this information changes what you saw, if any, or how it affects you. Then you hear Professor Senna mention new arrivals and quickly tune back in.\n\n"-will proceed at that time to the King's Stone and, one by one, place their hands on it. You may then be seated with everyone else. Dinner will be abbreviated tonight, we understand that most of you likely simply wish to go to bed."\n\nIn due course, you and the small group of other new arrivals are allowed to march into the large, lavishly-appointed dining room. You stare at the massive crystal running from floor to ceiling and broadening as it goes, clear white in places where it's not shot through with milky white impurities. When Mary steps forward and puts both hands on it, parts of the impurity take on a bright golden color, the clear parts becoming blue-white. As the golden color takes on a leonine shape, a thunder-like roar echoes through the hall. At least you're not the only one who jumps.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher next to the crystal calls, to applause from across the hall ranging from raucous to polite. Mary smiles wanly, then trots away to go sit with her brother and sister. Then it's your turn. You think about all the variables, how much you don't know, how much you'll need to learn to figure out how to survive here... maybe literally, instead of just socially. Taking a breath, you reach out and lay your hands on the cold stone of the crystal. As your palms touch the surface, the flaws start turning blue instead of gold, the clear parts turning a translucent black that still allows everyone to see the image taking shape of a bird in flight. A piercing shriek briefly rings through the dining hall, before the teacher announces, "Crowchilde!"\n\nThis time pretty much all the applause is polite... even from your new dormmates. Casting a quick glance over at the Winterlion tables, you see that Mary has actually buried her face against Samsa's chest and is crying again. Despite your years of being a callous alpha bitch, your heart breaks just a little at the sight. Still, nothing to do but turn and head over to join your new house. After a light, quick dinner, you follow the crowd along with two other new arrivals through the castle and up a long, long staircase to one of the towers. Luckily you don't get tired... magic, maybe? You wonder if magic would save you if you fell down these in the middle of the night. The common room of Crowchilde dorm turns out to be a bit spartan, with simple, unextravagant wooden furniture and minimalist decorations and hangings in blue and black. There is a small lectern set up in front of the fireplace, however, and an older girl steps up to it. She has long black hair that forms a rather severe widow's peak at her forehead, and her grave expression sort of makes you think of Ian Quinto in that Star whatever movie.\n\n"Welcome back, everyone, and welcome to our three new dormmates as well. I am Diane Jacobson, I am the female dorm head of Crowchilde. To my left is my counterpart, Brian O'Donnel. Our roles are interchangeable, but if for whatever reason you have an issue you feel would be better handled by someone of a particular sex, both of us are available." You wait for it, but there's not so much as a snicker from the other teenagers around you. Wow, it's like being around adults or something. "We are both here primarily to offer academic assistance, however should you have a personal or emotional issue, we will do our best to address that as far as our abilities and responsibilities allow. Now, of our new arrivals, I believe only one of you does not have any experience with magic. Step forward, please."\n\nFeeling aggravated at being put on the spot, you do your best to mimic the calm, cool expressions of most of the others and step forward, looking up at the lectern.\n\n"Your name is Layla, correct?"\n\n"That's right."\n\n"As you will be required to take remedial magic lessons until you prove proficient, I feel it would be in your best interests to accept magical tutoring. Do you agree?"\n\n"..." You glance about out of the corners of your eyes, definitely feeling like the center of attention in a bad way. But the situation would seem to demand only one answer, so you do your best to sound calm as you say, "Certainly."\n\n"Very well, I will have your things moved to my dormitory room, you shall have my personal attention. To our other new arrivals, Brian will show you to your rooms after this meeting is dismissed. To everyone, please remember that failure to meet the minimum academic standards posted regularly on the board will result in loss of access to the special privileges our dormitory enjoys." She glances down, as if checking an itinerary, then gives a quiet 'ah'. "While we do not overmuch hold to sentimental tradition in Crowchilde, we do feel that the regular repeating of our house motto has a valuable effect. So as always, remember..." She raises her head and fixes her blue eyes on the crowd. "'Reason. Logic. Knowledge. These are the keys to all the power you will ever need.' Spoken by Heironymus Crowchilde to his very first class of students, we still live by these words today." She folds up the paper she was apparently going by and tucks it away without hesitation. "The meeting is complete, you are all dismissed. Please remember that classes begin in three days and you are all expected to be <i>early</i> to them for the first week."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4a]]

You can't say for sure what makes you decide to stay as still and quiet as possible. Shock? Fear, making sure you don't become the spider's victim instead? Maybe on some level you just want to see how the situation develops without involving yourself in it. So you remain perfectly still, feeling Mary's breathing against your arm as you watch the spider descend on its glowing green thread.\n\nIt alights gently on Harriet's lap, apparently lightly enough that she doesn't even feel it. Even as it slowly turns around to face towards her, she gives only the faintest shift in place, making a quiet noise low in her throat. The glowing spider reaches out and carefully, almost gently lifts her skirt and pushes it up, baring her snug, plain white panties. It touches the tip of one leg against them, and they quickly sizzle away in a smolder of green flame, revealing a thin line of fine reddish fur above her bare slit.\n\n"Huh?" Harriet murmurs sleepily, apparently roused by the feeling of her panties dissolving. Perhaps sensing it's about to be discovered, the spider leaps forward, plastering itself against her crotch. Before Harriet's even finished yelping, its body has reformed as a tiny green plane covering her sex, its legs thinning and arching as they hook around her hips and dig in slight. "Ah! What the HELL?!"\n\nThat rouses everyone else in the room, so you feel confident enough to sit up and stare openly as well. Harriet of course thrusts a hand down, obviously intending to try and yank the intruder off, but just before her hand gets there her whole body twitches and shudders, and she lets out a long, lewd moan. Her hips jerk up and down a few times as if on reflex, her face flushing and lips parting.\n\n"W-what the hell, what is this... ohhhh... ohhhh FUCK!" the redhead yowls, gripping the edge of her seat as her hips buck hard again, legs thrusting out straight and parting. "F-fuck, it made me cum, it's making me <i>cum</i>, oh fuck, oh god..."\n\n"Harriet!" Samsa cries, leaping to her feet, her eyes shooting down to Harriet's bunched-up skirt and the visible glow between her legs. "She's been cursed!"\n\n"Cumming, cumming <i>again</i>, oh god!" Harriet cries, tossing her head back and forth, her lean body almost vibrating. Then she cries out as the curse apparently hits her with another orgasm right on top of that one. The twist she gives her body in response has her thud to the floor, arms flopped out partly to the side and partly in front, landing on her knees with her skirt falling around her middle. You, Gabriel, and Mary are left staring... the curse is obviously not meant just to stimulate, but perhaps humiliate, as not only is Harriet's spasming pussy visible through the layer of glowing green, but what had been the spider's arms are holding her buttocks apart, spreading her little pucker and showing it off for all and sundry.\n\nSamsa, at least, isn't paralyzed. She raises her wand, then hisses in anger, apparently realizing she doesn't know any applicable spells. Grabbing Mary by the arm, she yanks on her and shoves her towards the door. "Run, get help!" Mary quickly flies out the doorway, screaming for someone to come and help. As Gabriel reaches forward, as if to try and comfort their afflicted friend, Samsa smacks his hand. "Don't touch her!" she snaps, though your not sure whether it's out of concern for her friend's dignity or her brother's safety. You look at Harriet's face and see that her eyes have partly rolled up and her tongue has rolled out, drool trickling on the floor as she bucks her hips mindlessly, trying to fuck an invisible lover. You wonder if the curse was intended to break her brain, because it can't have been more than a minute and it looks like she's already been fucked silly. \n\nThere's a swirl of cloth as a woman runs into the carriage. She looks in her late thirties, you'd guess, despite her hair being starkly white, and the almost stereotypical witch's outfit, complete with hat. She sees Harriet's condition and breathes out an angry oath, quickly snapping her wand in the redhead's direction. Harriet quickly relaxes, her legs slumping and allowing her to lay flat on the floor, eyes closing completely... though she continues to twitch and moan softly in a way that says despite being a sleep, she's still orgasming near-constantly. "Out, out, all three of you," the white-haired woman murmurs, gesturing quickly to the door. "Wait for me in the hallway."\n\nThe three of you file out, settling into place in the hallway as the robed woman slams the door closed. Other doors are of course open with students poking their heads out, but train guards are walking along and telling them to stay inside. You bump against Gabriel's front as you shift nervously to one side and hear him give a quiet grunt... you realize that there was more of a bump against your butt than there would have normally been. Despite his worried expression, his red face and the bulge in his pants said he wasn't exactly unaffected by seeing his friend in such a state.\n\nMary hugs against her sister's side, all four of you staring at the door until it opens again, the white-haired woman stepping out and shutting it behind her. Immediately, Gabriel asks, "Professor Senna, is Harriet alright?"\n\n"I'm afraid not, Gabriel. The curse is well and truly latched onto her, it will be a long and difficult process to remove it."\n\n"Oh no," Samsa whispers, putting a hand over her mouth, Mary burying her face against her sister's side.\n\n"For right now I've put her in as deep a sleep as I can without risking putting her too far under." Professor Senna's gaze passes over the group... she has red eyes, you notice, and not as if she's been crying... and when she spots you she lets out a sigh. "Layla."\n\n"Um. Have we met?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"I suppose not." The Professor shakes her head. "Did any of you see the curse before it latched onto Harriet?"\n\nThe siblings murmur disheartened negatives and shake their heads, with you shaking your head a bit faster than the others. You wonder if maybe you've overdone it when the adult witch stares at you again, but then she just sighs.\n\n"Alright, well, there's nothing any of you can do right now. I'll have one of the guards take you to another carriage, wait there until you're called to go to the hall."\n\nAll four of you let yourselves be led to an empty room and settle in. No one says anything, just sullenly sitting. Though every so often you notice Gabriel shift uncomfortably and spot that the bulge in his pants is back. You're not sure whether to think 'Poor guy' or 'Pervert'.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4ax2]]

Deciding that you've already invested several hours in this book and it's not worth backing out now, you scoot back a bit closer to the table and turn your attention back to the pages. Besides, you've sort of got the hang of the writing style now, you're reading it much more easily than before, it's like the words practically leap off of the page and into your head. Don't wanna lose that kind of momentum!\n\nAs you continue reading, it becomes obvious that this book definitely isn't just some observer's notes... or at least if it started out that way, that's not what it is anymore. It's defintiely more of a guidebook, the words echoing with a deep reverence for Canisaru Casru and how best to perform a ritual that is pleasing to Him. Some of what it describes becomes steadily more harsh, even violent, or in some cases outlandish and overtly fantastic. And yet the ideas grip your mind and imagination, ever more vivid visions of orgies involving newly-broken virgins and dogs the size of horses playing themselves out in your mind's eye.\n\nYou read ever more eagerly, desperate to know the truths of how they worshiped Him. As you read the tales of ever elaborate and larger ceremonies, one hand slips down and undoes the top button of your jeans, just enough to slip your hand down the front of them and rub your excited slit through your orange panties. You yank your hand back up and out to turn pages, and then quickly stuff it down the front of your jeans, your breath hitching and catching as you work yourself through the sodden material now clinging to your cunt. When your wet fingertips touch the old paper, it drinks in the moisture greedily, as if hungry for the proof of your depravity.\n\nFinally, the writer tells of the ultimate ritual the pack had discovered, a ritual that could conceivably end the reign of man and bring Canisaru Casru whole into this world. It all began with a simple but powerful dog and a chant, but the whole rite was planned and plotted out, laid out in words so simple to understand for someone willing to read them and to hear His howl echoing across worlds. Unfortunately it seems that unbelievers interfered, slaughtering the forming avatar and much of the pack. It was deemed unsafe to try again immediately, and so this book was written and, eventually, tucked away in the library, so that someone might someday find it and be drawn into reverence and lust, to one day begin the fall of the world and the rise of Canisaru Casru.\n\nToday is that day.\n\nGrowing calm and composed, you read over the applicable rituals several times, making sure you've memorized them down to the smallest detail and syllable. Yes, first you must create an avatar... an earthly vessel through which you, the faithful, can channel the energies of Canisaru Casru. Balancing the book on one hand, you stand up from the table and walk over to Woolly, your jeans still partly open and displaying the orange of your panties. The big dog looks at you curiously, rising to his feet but not moving otherwise. Smiling, you stretch out your free hand towards him.\n\n"Knuf yht dinh ehdu y suhcdan oui pek vilgehk tuk!" you murmur, coaching your voice into a cadence that should be unnatural and painful for a human voice, but which comes to you easily. "Kuhhy nyba pedlrac ihdem draen pnyehc nih uid draen aync! Kad y lulg dryd luimt syga y runca fehla E cred oui hud!"\n\nWoolly just stares at you curiously as you begin to speak, until his hackles raise and he gives a low growl, not really at you but as if he'd just instinctively sensed danger. But then the growl turns into a low rumble as his eyes widen, then turn glassy and empty, before starting to glow a deep, angry red that soon blots out all other colors. His shaggy brown fur begins to lay down smooth and turn an inky, sleek uniform black, even further highlighting the already powerful muscles bulging beneath his skin. His shoulders broaden, claws dragging along the tile as they lengthen and curve, becoming more like those of a great cat than a dog. His balls and sheath begin to swell and fill, his sleek, furry black sack hanging down low, both they and the sheath looking as if they'd be more at home on a Clydesdale than even a big dog.\n\n"Vilgehk ramm oui kuhhy syga dra funmt ouin pedlr duo!" you call as the transformation draws to a finish. His muzzle lengthens, lips briefly pulling away from monstrous silver fangs, across which flash a deep blue tongue. His cock slips from its sheath, sliding smoothly into place and jutting forward beneath his belly... over eighteen inches long, glistening wetly in the light, a somehow unnatural shade of red lined with a roadmap of pulsing black veins. The red-eyed brute looks back and forth slowly, then silently looks at you, awaiting his orders. Though an avatar of Canisaru Casru, you know this to be in many ways less than a beast, with no true drives of its own other than to loyally obey one who bears the thrumming howl of Him in their brain.\n\nYou smile, looking over the beast, licking your lips at the magnificent spear dangling below him. Yes, that is the manner of delivery for the energies of Canisaru Casru. But how to channel those energies first...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take some of the power for yourself.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Use the power to change Tanya.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]

"What a trip," the Drow grouses as he pushes the door open and drops his suitcase to one side of it, running his hands over his face and through his white hair. He stops and takes a look around, sighing happily. "Still. Home again, and nothing's changed."\n\nThen he pauses, frowning a bit and squinting. "No... no, something <i>has</i> changed." He paces about for a bit, then stops beside the chair, eyeing it almost suspiciously. Then he grins broadly. "Ah! Caught one, did you? Good boy," he coos, patting the top of the chair, which gives no obvious response to the praise. He hurries to the bar to grab a can of beer, then scoops up the remote on his way back. Setting both down on the small table next to the chair, he takes a moment to shrug out of his robes and shuck his pants and boots, leaving him in a simple tunic. He turns and settles himself into the chair, long cock flopping forward as he spreads his legs.\n\nThere's a ripple in the cushion, and slowly your head emerges from it. Your eyes are blank, fogged by pleasure, little sign of personality or thought left in them. As the Drow clicks on the crystal screen to the start of a jousting tournament, you're moved forward, lips sliding over his cock and slurping it in, swallowing it down your throat until it's all the way down. You feel it start to gradually stiffen between your lips and against your tongue as you work at it, motions slightly mechanical as you bob up and down, having no problem with the fact that it stays deep inside, bulging your throat out visibly.\n\n"Huh, cute," he remarks almost idly as he glances down at you while popping the tab of his beer. He sits back and sips, red eyes turned back to the tournament, treating you as just another part of the chair as you dilligently, eagerly suck on his cock for the several hours it will take for him to finish watching his program.\n\nWhich is what you are. Just an extra feature on a very versatile chair.\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>In D&D world, chair gets given you!</i>

You kinda gotta admit, you've got a thing for gangbangs. Well, watching them at least, you don't have any actual experience. But watching all those guys with one girl, the focus of their attention, their whole world, every single throbbing cock for her... whew. Yeah, okay, you're definitely checking out that menu.\n\nIt looks like it's mostly generated titles, though at least one of them is just a filename. Hm, you don't remember downloading that one. Anyway, looks like it's snagged both some of your favorites and some you haven't gotten around to watching yet.\n\n[[Cheerleader Gangbang LXIX|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Black Hole Busters|GGPorn2x2]]\n\n[[Birthday Bitch Bang|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

The name alone is kind of amusing enough to check it out. And you've gotta admit... you wouldn't mind a really up close view of a BBC, y'know? Settling on that as your pick, you click the button.\n\nYou blink as you abruptly find yourself kneeling on a cement floor, naked, a little pool of light around you. "What the...?!" The cement feels completely real under your knees and shins, and you reach up to feel for the VR headset, finding nothing. Then you get rather distracted as something is thrust through the arch formed by your arm, flopping across your shoulder. It's a dick... a really, really, really big black dick. One that hangs down all the way to your currently bare tits. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, and further as more huge, shaven-headed, gleaming-muscled black men step out of the darkness and into the ring of light, their immense cocks swaying and wobbling with their movements, some still limp and heavy, others half-hard and shaking back and forth in the air. They all step in close, until those cocks are draping against you, rubbing against your bare skin, leaving you completely surrounded by big, throbbing brown dick.\n\n"Uh, these are... these are a lot bigger than they looked on scree-" is all you can really think of to say. Or start to say, as one of them abruptly drops his huge hand onto your head and turns it, and shoves his mostly-hard horse-proportion prick in your mouth. You're not even sure how it's fitting... it feels like your jaw must be stretching just to get it in there! But he forces you further down on it, right past your gagging attempt and down your throat. He pushes you almost halfway down the huge shaft even as it's firming up and getting longer, thicker, and harder inside your already overstuffed throat, before he starts thrusting, using his hand to make sure that you can't so much as push back from the invading pole.\n\n"Awww yeah li'l white chick's gaggin' for big black dick," one of the men above grunts, as your wrists are grabbed and pulled into place, your hands guided to wrap around another pair of immense black cocks. (Or as far around as they'll fit.) "Or maybe she's jus' gaggin'!"\n\n"Li'l bitch wants it so bad she's drippin' all over the floor!" one of them adds.\n\nAnd you are. Because you do. It was like that cock pushing down your throat found some sort of button to press, because you're now sucking and gulping at it as much as you can with it stretching out your throat, your hands pumping and stroking those other thick, slick pricks without any need for urging. You moan and shake your hips, wiggling your bare ass for their viewing pleasure as arousal slides down your inner thighs and drips to the floor. Soon baseball-sized nuts are slapping against your chin as you're facefucked, your eyes rolling up to worshipfully look up at that leering dark-eyed face above you. His hand comes away, your body instinctively making you pull off of him so you can catch a proper breath, your lips coming away from his dark chocolate cockhead with a gasp, only for another big hand to grip your head and guide you to a different throbbing black cock. This time you push yourself onto it as much as he does, gulping shamelessly and causing loud, lewd quagging noises as you do, until his big black sack is slapping your chin and bulged throat as well.\n\nEverything becomes a sort of hazy, timeless sexscape of sucking and stroking immense black pricks, with the only variation being what direction your head is facing as your throat is fucked or the angles of your arms as you pump their poles or fondle their heavy, cum-filled sacks. It feels like you suck them off for hours, their cocks tireless as they pump into your eager little facehole or rub across your slender bare teenage body. But eventually they pull back, and you're left confused for a moment before one bends, his big hands grabbing your waist and hauling you up, and then on top of him as he lays back onto the floor. You sprawl across his broad, muscular, oil-slik chest as you settle in atop him, legs spreading as you feel him reaching down, and then that wide, spongy cockhead rubbing against your puffy, sodden pussylips. "Oh god," you groan, before crying out as he finds the entrance and pushes into your virgin hole, instantly stretching it wider than you ever imagined it going, your puffy pussy turned into a taut pink ring around his huge black shaft. His arms wrap around you, crushing you against him and pressing your perky teenage tits against his muscular chest as he starts thrusting up into you, pounding your already stretched cunt within an inch of its life as you cum with practically every thrust.\n\nWhen he stops you're left panting and gasping, wondering if he somehow came and you missed it. Then you realize he was actually just pausing to let one of his friends get into position, as another fat black cockhead presses between your pert buttcheeks and up against your pucker. "Oh... oh god, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," you whimper as the oil-slick prick pushes slowly and steadily inside you, stretching you open just as wide, maybe even wider, as the one in your pussy. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out as they begin fucking both your holes, the one below you restricted to shorter, harder thrusts while the one on top pumps away freely, stretching out your ass just a little further with every roll of his hips.\n\n"Yeah, you like that, baby? You like that?" one of them, you're not sure which, murmurs, his deep voice rolling over you, almost seeming to go right through you as much as the cocks stretching your holes and making an outline in your flat stomach.\n\n"Ffffuck fuck fuck yes fuck I love it fucking-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-knock me up!"|GGPorn2ax1]]\n\n[["-destroy me!"|GGPorn]]

"I mean, if it's that important, I sort of feel like I have to help," you say slowly. "But you're going to have to fill me in on what this 'Final Worldpath' is."\n\n"Yes, of course. For the duration of this mission, you're to be granted a Top Secret clearance. However, please understand that this is all so extremely classified that various governments who are in open war with each other have still agreed on the conditions of the rules governing this mission," Colonel Loxley explains. "If you should reveal anything about any of this to anyone not already in the program, you will be immediately sentenced without trial to life imprisonment on a black site."\n\nYou feel yourself pale a bit, and aren't entirely reassured when Carol leans over and whispers, "Don't worry, it's an empty threat, only ever happened like four times." Then she stands up and starts tapping at her tablet. "In any event, this really is an extremely important subject. A long time ago, before most sentient life in the universe evolved, a race of precursors identified every... well, as far as we can tell... planet that was going to sustain sentient life, and seeded it with platforms like these." She throws an image up on the display screen of a metal circle on the ground, ringed with a series of inscribed runes. "These platforms, if activated correctly, form a kind of inter-, trans-, super-, sub-, well, just about every-dimensional pathway between planets that will allow movement between them. That is, assuming you know the right sequence of runes to press to access any of the planets in 'range'."\n\n"Some alien species have used these platforms, which are translated in some languages as 'Worldpaths', to spread empires of dominion and oppression throughout the known galaxy, frequently establishing themselves as divine beings and deities," Loxley says with a serious expression, looking from the screen to you. "Including at various points in time on Earth. Fortunately at certain points in our development we've apparently thrown off their influence and sent them packing, leaving the majority of Worldpath platforms on Earth either blocked, disabled, or destroyed."\n\n"And almost all of this is conjecture, things we've learned from alien sources, our best guesswork, because the precursors that left the Worldpath platforms have left <i>no</i> trace, nothing of themselves behind," Carol continues, slicing a hand through the air, before continuing as she turns back to the screen. "Buuuut there's another ancient extinct race that we <i>think</i> was alive towards the end of the precursor race's existence, so there's some crossover. They left behind a small handful of information, temples, and it's from them that other races, and then us, were able to learn more details about the Worldpaths."\n\n"Including, apparently, this 'final' Worldpath?" you prompt, frowning a bit.\n\n"Yes," Carol agrees emphatically, pointing at you, then bringing up a photo of the temple that the one in the game is clearly based on. "This is the latest in a long line of structures that the 'Followers', as we call them, left behind that point to what they called The Final Worldpath. If you can find this one particular platform and activate a special sequence, it will lead you to a world 'where there is never need or want, where what is taken is immediately restored, where mortality is but a memory'," Carol continues, obviously speaking in poetic quotation, before sort of spinning her hand and adding in an awkward, "And on like that, you get the idea."\n\nYou slowly raise your eyebrows, leaning forward. "Are you telling me that we're on a quest for the gateway to <i>Heaven</i>?"\n\nCarol and Loxley exchange a glance, before the mousey woman looks back at you, pushing her glasses up on her nose and shifting a bit on her feet. "Well, for all intents and practical purposes... yes."\n\n"From what we've been able to interpret from the rather florid descriptions," Loxley says in a somewhat more even tone. "Is that the Final Worldpath leads to the now abandoned homeworld of the precursors. And that their technology was such that its natural resources automatically replenish themselves, that there is an energy field incorporated into the atmosphere that causes biological regeneration, and copious amounts of technology to provide sustenance. Effectively unlimited resources and near- or actual immortality. You can see why it's important that this not become commonly known, and especially that it not risk becoming known to the alien races that would enslave us."\n\n"Yeah, okay, I get that, I guess, sure." Sighing, you rub your face with one hand. "But it sounds like this temple won't take us there, will it?"\n\n"No. We're fairly certain that while the temple's solution will give us a Worldpath address, it's not the Final Worldpath, but merely the next step on the journey. But we think, we <i>think</i> we're extremely close!" Carol enthuses, clutching her tablet with both hands and giving it a small shake. "One, maybe two more steps!" She pauses, glances down at the screen, then looks up at you, then adds a bit less enthusiastically, "Five at most."\n\n"Because going to the temple world via Worldpath would take us to several worlds monitored by our enemies, we'll be going to a one-stop-away world via this ship," Loxley explains. "Now, I've made it clear I'm not terribly thrilled with putting you in danger, but having you on the ground has its obvious merits. But I'm not going to pressure you into that. Over the next week as we travel, we can put you through a rudimentary training course designed so that in the event that WP-Zed encounters the enemy while you are with them, you will at least know what to do in order to maximize your chances of survival. Or, you can stay on the ship as much as possible, and only join WP-Zed when they've already secured the area and carried out what they can without you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the training.|GGSG]]\n\n[[Stay on the ship.|GGSG]]

Right! Valentine's Day! Since it's not a huge decorate-the-house holiday (though you admit to turning almost every holiday into one of those at least a little), you're going to get started the day before. Do a little decorating, work on a blog post to get started today. You may be sort of single this year, but you don't let that get you down!\n\nHowever, your singleness is soon pointed out somewhat by the doorbell ringing. You answer and tip the delivery man, accepting the glossy heart-shaped box. The tag indicates that it's from your on-again-off-again boyfriend Allen, who's currently been off-again since about mid-January. They say opposites attract, but staying together properly, well, that's another story. Allen can't stand holidays, any of them really. In fact your most recent off-again is due to him getting all ticked off that you wanted to celebrate Valentine's Day... it's not like you asked for a diamond bracelet, you just asked where he'd like to go out to eat! Geez. Still, it looks like maybe he's rethought his earlier stance, if he's sending you chocolates (and they don't look like a gag gift or fakeout or anything).\n\nHm. To accept the chocolates (and therefore Allen)? Or reject both? You're not really the sort of girl to eat them and ignore the overture, so it will have to be one or the other.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HolVal1x1]]\n\n[[Reject.|HolVal3x1]]

"Your food is kind of hard to turn down," you admit with a bit of a laugh as he starts laying strips of bacon in the pan.\n\n"Heh, kind of you to say so, my dear," he says with a grin. "'Tis but a skill many of my people possess."\n\n"Really? So, what, others are even better?" you ask as he sets the skillet in place and starts to prod at the bacon.\n\nHe's quiet for a bit, then finally answers, "In truth, though it reeks of bragging, I am an exceptional cook even amongst my own kind. My mother always thought I had it in me to open a restaurant." He laughs a bit. "A restaurant, in a halfling village! Most would have been shocked at the nerve, even moreso than my lust for adventure." \n\n"Huh. But you don't like to cook?"\n\n"Oh, no, I quite love it. You'll notice I never glance suggestively at anyone that they should take a turn," he adds with a laugh. His smile turns somewhat sad as he turns his attention back to his preparations. "In truth, I admit that more and more often lately, my thoughts have turned towards... well, settling down somewhere. Perhaps actually opening a tavern or inn or somesuch. Encourage Amana to settle down with me, give up this focus she has on the dark arts. And Shae..." He shakes his head. "Of late I wonder if we have done her a disservice. We helped her out of a life of poverty, but have put her right back into a life of wielding blades. Perhaps something more stable for her..."\n\n"So... you're thinking of giving up adventuring?" you prompt quietly.\n\n"Mm. When I was a lad I had such a lust for it, and anything to just be <i>different</i>, not yet another fat little man never wandering further from home than the nearest tavern outside of town. And while I've no urge to rush home and 'settle down' to quite that extent, perhaps something more... sedate... would suit me now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Encourage him to keep adventuring.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Encourage him to settle down.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Encourage him to blend his passions.|GGCentaur]]

You haven't really visited the nerd store in awhile, why not? You stroll on into the relatively small space, which feels a little cluttered because the owner has tried to use every single inch of it they can to house shelves for books of numerous kinds as well as backissue boxes, and of course display racks for all the other merchandise.\n\nStanding in front of the counter, in a relaxed pose, is said owner. You've always been surprised that someone so young-looking owns a comic shop... even moreso that she's been here ever since you can remember, pretty much. She's got headphones on and has them plugged into her phone, but as you walk through the entry you can just see a notification pop up and she raises her head, smiling as she spots you.\n\n<img src="https://i.imgur.com/kpqTAmH.jpg?1">\n\n"Well hey, Cyan," she chirps, pulling the headphones off to let them drape around her neck, what sounds like something from a Harry Potter soundtrack vaguely audible. "It's been awhile. You haven't been buying online and disgracing your local comic shop, have you?" she teases.\n\n"I would never," you reply in a mock-outraged tone, putting your hand to your chest. "Everyone knows that supporting your local comic shop is the literally sacred duty of every practicing Nerdist Geekalic!" You keep up your pose for a moment, before both of you have a laugh and you clap hands briefly with her. "Hey, Natasha, how's it going?"\n\n"Oh, same as ever," she replies breezily as she wanders around behind the counter. "Trying to actually move any merchandise that's not directly tied to the biggest and most popular movies and mostly failing. Heck, it's hard to move the comics tied to the biggest and most popular movies... do you know how much it sucks to be a comic store owner and watch the comic companies trying to deliberately drive off fans?" She leans forward, lowering her voice to a mock-whisper. "It sucks a <i>lot</i>."\n\n"I can imagine. Are they still-"\n\n"Whatever you're about to ask about what stupidity they're still doing to whatever character, the answer is 'yes'."\n\n"Ouch, okay."\n\nShe sighs, and shrugs. "Oh well, that's just how it is. Anyway, it does mean I've got some nice sales going on. I'll even cut you a bigger deal on some of it since you and about a dozen other people are about as close as I get to regulars. Here, wait a second."\n\nYou blink a bit, walking over to the counter as she moves around the shop briefly, returning with a handful of items that she lays out. "Alright, here we go. We've got a [[Green Lantern Ring|GGGLStart]] I can let you have cheap... they were selling well for awhile but then the demand dropped off, I guess all the buying them ironically because of <i>Deadpool 2</i> wore off. There's this [[collection of Japanese horror stories|GGME]] with illustrations that are supposed to be super scary..."\n\n"Huh, you'd think that sort've thing would be popular."\n\n"Yeah, I know, but it's been sitting here for awhile and it's thick, so I'd rather make space on the shelf for a couple of regular-sized manga volumes. Got a [[Sailor Moon transformation wand|GGME]]... or, well, it was supposed to be, I thought I was dealing with a reputable supplier but turned out they were selling knockoffs. Still, with <i>Crystal</i> I managed to sell most of them cheap, but this one's warmed the shelf for awhile. And there's this [[Angel and Devil|GGME]] set of sexy girl figures from Japan. I thought they'd sell right away, but since they're not actually from anything, and they're more expensive than single figures-"\n\n"They've been warming the shelf, yeah," you finish, leaning down to eye the sexy little toga'd angel girl and her black bikini-clad demoness counterpart.\n\n"Anyway, I'll make you a killer deal on one of them, just to make space."

You consider for a moment, then decide that these two are clearly old enough to not have to obey every kid protocol. "Hey, I was just making myself some punch," you announce. "I've got some homemade cookies too. I know it's not usual, but why don't you come inside and have a snack? I write a holiday blog, and I'd appreciate being able to ask you a few questions about your costumes."\n\nThe girls exchange a brief glance, then seem to come to a silent decision and nod, grinning, the blonde saying, "Sure, sounds fun!" You step back to let them come inside, both pausing in the entryway. "My name's Selina, this's my best friend Felicity."\n\n"Heya," Felicity says, raising a hand to give it a wave, then curling it kitty-paw style and tilting her head while poking her tongue out. It's insanely adorable.\n\n"I'm Holly, it's really nice to meet you. I've got a thing of Halloween specials on the TV already if you want to get comfy on the couch."\n\nThe girls trot into the living room and you make your way to the kitchen, putting some of the jack-o-lantern cookies you made on a plate before turning to the punch. You mix it a bit more, then glance aside. The last part of the kit is the 'fog powder'... the text on it says '<i>Guaranteed to transform the entire experience!</i>' Hm... from having had some stuff like this in the past, more likely what it will do is make a bunch of ugly bubbles on the surface of the punch and make it taste a bit weird. Then again, this is a new brand, maybe it will actually work as advertised.\n\nThen your gaze flicks to the bottle of pumpkin pie flavored vodka you had sitting on the counter. You'd been planning to add a little bit to the punch and sip it over the course of the night, but clearly you can't do that <i>now</i>! ... Can you? It's not like they're little tiny kids, some rebellious part of your brain whispers, you'd have been thrilled to get a few sips of hard punch at that age.\n\n<hr>\n[[Add the fog powder.|HollyOct4x1]]\n\n[[Add the vodka.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Add both.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Add nothing.|HollyOct1x5]]

Deciding on the safe bet of lightly fizzy pumpkin punch, you fill three plastic cups with it and head back into the living room. Selina and Felicity have settled at one end of the couch, so you put the tray on the coffee table and settle in at the other end of the couch, the three of you lightly chatting about how things are outside, what you like about Halloween, the cartoon special currently on the screen, and other casual subjects before you lead into talking about their costumes.\n\n"So where did you get them? Did you put them together yourselves?"\n\n"Well, I think I probably bought the same basic witch costume that you did, the dress and hat," Selina says, grinning and adjusting said hat a bit by running her fingertips around the brim. "But I picked out the accessories myself. Guess we still had kind of similar taste, huh?" she adds with a giggle, flicking a fingertip along her cobweb-shaped earring before dropping it down to run along her thigh sheathed in a purple-and-black striped stocking.\n\n"Mine's pretty much all custom, though," Felicity says cheerfully, holding up her gloved hands and flexing the fingers. "I got the bikini and gloves and stockings and then applied the fur and added the tail myself, cut out and sewed the pads for my fingers and palms, everything."\n\n"Wow, that must have been a lot of work," you acknowledge. "What inspired you to go all out like that?"\n\n"With a witch you don't need that much to look good, no offense, but there's a ton of lame cat costumes out there so I didn't want to just wear one of those," Felicity replies. Then she smiles, looking aside. "Besides, I wanted to look good for Selina."\n\n"Awww," Selina coos in return. Then you blink as the girls lean in towards each other, their eyes closing as they kiss.\n\n"Oh... are you two a... couple?" you ask, rather shocked at the sudden display.\n\n"Mm-hmmm," Selina says, smiling over at you.\n\n"We don't exactly announce it to everybody," Felicity explains, glancing over as well. "We don't get a lot of time to be alone together, and we'd get even less if people knew we were together. But you seem so nice and accepting, it's like we can actually relax and be ourselves." Having announced that, she leans back in and resumes kissing her girlfriend, their lips visibly parting, the motion of their tongues moving to touch together faintly visible. Still a little stunned and processing that compliment and what's happening in front of you, you can't help but glance down as your eyes catch the hint of motion. Felicity's fur-clad hand is sliding up Selina's stocking-clad thigh, pushing up that witch dress further, enough to bare the faintest hint of an entirely uncovered and smooth teenage pussy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask them to leave.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Offer them some privacy.|HollyOct3x1]]\n\n[[Just watch.|HollyOct1x6]]

Half shocked and half curious now, you just stay where you are, watching the two of them kiss and watching Felicity work Selina's witch dress up around her waist, baring her sex, the blonde girl spreading her legs a bit to show puffy folds already glistening slightly. She's obviously not wearing anything at all under the thin black material, to judge by the way her nipples are trying to drill holes in it. Having bared her girlfriend's lower body, Felicity is apparently content to still take her time, hands running up and down Selina's sides and then around to the front, felt pawpads teasing at those stiff nubs through the slinky material, Selina moaning softly into the other girl's mouth. Selina runs her hands up and down Felicity's bare back, raising one out to stroke over that long black hair as if she really were a cat... in turn, Felicity seems to be doing a pretty good job of purring.\n\nYou shift a little in place, starting to feel your own pussy grow moist beneath the orange satin panties you're wearing. It's impossible to deny that the scene in front of you is turning you on, the pair of pretty young teens obviously in love and indulging their passion for each other on a night that's special to them. After long minutes of petting and gentle teasing, Felicity finally drops a hand down between Selina's legs, starting to draw her fingers along those smooth bare folds. "Ah!" Selina gasps, breaking the kiss and giving a breathless giggle. "That fur tickles!"\n\n"Hee, sorry," Felicity coos, before their lips come back together in another hungry kiss. Soon she's moaning softly into the kiss as well as one of Selina's hands slides down the front of her furry panties, a slight bulge beneath the fuzzy fabric visible moving as her girlfriend's fingers move. \n\nEventually Felicity slides off of the couch and onto the floor, tugging Selina around to face front and closer to the edge of the couch. Then she leans in and begins dragging her tongue along the other girl's bare folds, Selina gasping loudly and arching her back, pert little tits raised prominently as the other teen starts eating her out. Felicity's obviously going for a 'kittenish' style of licking, quick little laps, even giving an occasional audible 'mlem' that appears to amuse her from the way she grins, blue eyes rolled up to watch Selina's face.\n\nYour eyes travel along the two, taking in the sight of Selina's body wriggling and bucking with pleasure, her wet sex with that cute pink tongue sliding across it, and then down along Felicity's fur-clad body. You watch her trim young ass shake a bit and making that limp costume tail flick, and you have to wonder if it's an invitation...\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Just keep watching.|HollyOct]]

You're not sure what part of your orgasm-addled, misfiring brain takes hold, but you find yourself smirking up at him, and in a voice throaty from being fucked hard, you murmur, "That all you can do, fucker?"\n\nHis eyebrows raise, a mingled look of mild outrage and something like delight passing over his face. He steps around behind you and shoves you forward onto your hands and knees, dropping to his own knees behind you. You make no attempt to get away now, just quivering in delighted anticipation as he grips one of your trim asscheeks and squeezes hard... and then slams his cock into your tight asshole, making you yowl with savage delight as his balls strike against your pussy on the very first thrust. He reaches forward and grabs your hair, yanking your head back roughly as he starts to pound into you, making you groan eagerly as he beastfucks your ass. "Yes, fuck me, fuck my bitch ass, make me feel it if you even can, fuck!" you almost growl, giving another delighted yowl as he slaps your ass hard.\n\nYou barely even feel the changes beginning in your body as he takes you, your tits starting to jiggle more obviously as they grow larger, your legs spreading wider for your rapist as they grow longer and your body a bit thicker, even as previously soft and smooth parts take on some visible tone. You grit your teeth in between demands for more and harder abuse that earn you more slaps on your steadily larger and yet still firm ass, some of them curving down over the lower ones. Your nails sharpen as they lengthen somewhat, darkening to black and sending curls of wood into the air as your fists curl against the branch, your body starting to shake the male fairy's as you rock back against him. The fluttering of your wings is turning into more powerful flaps, letting you shove yourself back against him all the more firmly. Until finally you actually knock him back, toppling him onto his back with you astride his hips.\n\nWithout even thinking about it, you shift to balance on the balls of your feet and lean forward, moving your hands to his thighs and starting to slam your hips down, fucking your ass on his cock as hard as you can. You can hear him grunting and moaning under you, his hands grabbing for your hips, but apparently not at all eager to stop you. In fact he still thrusts himself up against you, both of you groaning and yowling like animals as your pussy gushes in repeated orgasm all over his balls. When he finally empties them deep inside your ass, you arch your back and throw back your head, letting out a long cry to the dark woods, before you topple over in sudden exhaustion.\n\nYou come to feeling energized and well-rested, with nary a bit of soreness to speak of. You glance around, finding yourself alone on the branch near the base of the tree. You find that you don't feel scared or bothered anymore... in fact you feel comfortable here, almost like it's where you belong. You get to your feet, finding the movements easy, and glance down at yourself... your body has certainly changed from the slender, waifish look it had before. You look more like an athlete or a soldier. Though your arms and legs are still of smooth feminine curvature, and your breasts are each easily a handful if not more, your stomach has noticeable abs and your shoulders have a powerful set, your hips similarly broader than before. Noticing your hair brushing back and forth in front of your face, you catch a lock and look at it... black, but with a blood-red streak left in it. Nice.\n\nYou notice that beside you is a small pouch full of what smells like food, and the strap the male had been wearing that had his knife in it. Hey, decent. You mess with the strap until you can shorten it to a belt, and draw the knife to admire it, before resheathing it. Well, you have no clothing, and not much more than a few mouthfuls of jerky to your name, but you have a weapon so you'll be fine. You probably ought to set off to join up with others of your kind, that just feels like the right thing to do. Attaching the pouch to the other side of your belt, you give your batlike wings a flap and set off.\n\nYou don't precisely know where other fairies of the dark are, but you have a vague notion that you're headed in the right direction. You've been flying for awhile when you hear a familiar "BLARG!" Oh? Could that be...? Curious, you follow the direction the sound came from, drifting down closer to the forest floor. Sure enough you spot a spider with curled-up legs and a black arrow in it resting among the fallen leaves and grass, and can hear another set of proper wings moving in the darkness above, so you settle your feet beside the dead beast and wait. It only takes a moment before another fairy approaches, but alas, it's not the big strong male who raped you into a proper existence, but another female. She seems to have a very similar build to your own, her hair done in a single long braid behind and one loose forelock and one braided one, a streak of aqua running through the black of each one. She's also attired and outfitted a bit better than you are, wearing metal forearm and shin guards, high-cut black leather panties, and crossed cloth over her breasts, as well as having a bow and quiver of arrows and a pair of lean swords sheathed at her waist.\n\n"Eh? What's this?" she says with a sneer as she lands, her black eyes glittering as she looks you up and down. "Some newmade come sniffing around my kill?"\n\nYou shrug lightly, unperturbed. "I thought you were someone else."\n\n"Aw, looking for the one who turned you? Does someone have a crush?" she sneers in mock-sympathetic tones, pooching out her lips. She snickers as she turns back to the spider, apparently not thinking of you further as she moves to retrieve her arrow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Challenge her.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Follow her.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Gank her.|MiniEric7x3]]

Thinking fast, you turn and hurry to the table nearby where you left your wallet, fishing out a pair of twenties and heading back to the door to drop one each into their candy bags. "I hope this makes up for it," you say with a smile. "Besides, candy will be on sale tomorrow, right? That will go a lot farther."\n\nBoth of them had wide eyes the moment they saw the twenties, it must be quite a lot for boys their age. They barely remember to call "Thank you!" before scrambling away. Oh dear, you hope they don't go crazy and do something like asking for a slushie made entirely out of syrup, and then go on a sugar bender that sets off a series of hilarious events. You close the door and frown, heading off in search for the candy bowl.\n\nYou find it in the kitchen, next to the bowl of pumpkin punch you were making for yourself. Sighing and feeling like an idiot, you carry the bowl back to its proper place beside the door, checking over your shoulder several times as you head back to the kitchen to make sure that it's really there. Then you continue following the instructions in the little kit the punch came in. You're getting close to finished when there's another ring of the doorbell. Hurrying back to the front door, you open it to a slightly more pronounced "Trick or treat!"\n\nIt's another duo, this time girls about fourteen years old or so, you'd wager. One, a girl with black hair and blue eyes, is dressed rather daringly for her age, or at least you'd think so, wearing what's basically a furry black bikini (albeit a fairly modestly-cut one) with a tail coming from the back of the bottoms, furry black stockings, furry shoulder-high gloves with pink pawpads on the undersides of the hands, and a kitty ears headband. The other, a green-eyed blonde, is wearing...\n\n... actually you're fairly certain it's the exact same witch outfit you're wearing. Just, you know, sized appropriately for her, so that it doesn't look nearly as sexy. Still, it shows off a trim, tight teenage body like one you haven't had in awhile. For just a moment an almost instinctive flare of jealousy hits you, you're not even sure where it comes from except maybe the lizard part of your brain being offended by the presence of a younger version of yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be snippy.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Be nice.|HollyOct1x3]]

You quickly squash the irrational negativity. Don't be silly, you're not in competition with this girl! Clearly she's at least a little bit of a kindred soul, on some level. Smiling brightly, you say, "Wow, really nice costumes! A witch and her cat, hm?"\n\n"Haha, yeah," the blonde girl says with a giggle. "I guess I'm one-up on you in the cat department, but, ah..." Her cheeks color just the tiniest bit. "You fill out a witch's dress waaaay better than I do."\n\n"I think yours looks pretty good as it is," you tell her honestly.\n\n"Girls, girls, you're both pretty," the girl in the cat outfit says, causing all three of you to have a good laugh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand over the candy and bid them goodnight.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Invite them in.|HollyOct1x4]]

Oh, what the heck, go all out. You fish a twenty out of your wallet and proffer it, then reach for the single. \n\n"No, no, tax is already included," the redhead assures you, ringing up your purchase and tucking the bill into the register. "Go ahead and pick out one of the big bags!"\n \nYou reach for one of the large-sized brown bags, and have to stop yourself from tearing into it as you wait for your receipt. In fact, you decide to force yourself to savor the anticipation all the way home... after all, what if you opened it up in the mall and a 'sexy pope' costume fell out? No, better to be alone when you open this, plus it lets the excitement build. Admittedly, you know you might be setting yourself up for disappointment, but this is why you're a gacha addict too, after all.\n\nReturning to your room and flipping the light on, you quickly rip open the top of the bag and turn it upside down over your bed, spilling out its surprisingly generous contents. You stare at the maroon shorts, short jersey jacket, piles of black cloth, and maroon and white hat. Then the sight of the plastic Pokeball that rolled over to your pillow makes it click.\n\n"Huh!" you declare, picking up the black hose and holding up. It's the trainer from Pokemon Go! You'd have figured that would be a popular costume not to be consigned to the bargain bin... but then, the popularity of the game peaked really really early and then sort of dropped like a stone (comparatively) within a year. They may have ordered a ton of them and then wound up with a bunch sitting. \n\nSo let's see... shorts, jacket, tights, sleeveless undershirt, hat, belt, Pokeball. No sneakers, but eh, you have a pair of black low-tops that'll work fine. No backpack but you don't really need that either (though that is a kind of sad omission and maybe you'll see if you can right that before Halloween). It does look like it fits, but you can't be sure until you try, so you strip down to your panties and start getting redressed in the costume. First on go the tights, which do fit albeit a bit snug... but then they're called tights for a reason, right? They stop just above your ankles, and do some rather nice things for your legs and rear... they're very tight though, clearly showing the outline of your panties, so the shorts will be sort of necessary. Next the shirt, which similarly fits fairly snug, and over that the jacket, which you zip up the front. You pull on the shorts, then fasten the belt, put on the sneakers, and finally tug the hat into place. Snagging the Pokeball, you pose a bit in the mirror. You actually do look a lot like the 'default' female trainer... well, with the exception of your hair, of course. (You could always grow it out enough for at least a short ponytail by October, if you wanted to go that far.) \n\nCurious, you try pressing the button on the front of the Pokeball, and blink as a little blue light starts flashing. ... Bluetooth pairing? Snagging your cellphone as well, you give another little 'huh' as the ball quickly pairs with your phone as 'Pokeball', simply enough. Opening up the app, you're immediately greeted by a message reading 'Pokemon GO has been paired with Pokemon RL! Please enjoy this enhanced Pokemon experience!'\n\nYou haven't heard of 'Pokemon RL'... must be something like the Go Pro, or some sort of AR thing. You're about to try and look it up when you notice that the tracker at the bottom right has some of your most wanted on it. Clicking it brings up a screen with even more of them... and that the tiny indicators for landmarks have been replaced with arrows indicating direction. Whoa, now that's a cool upgrade! Forget research, it's time to catch some Pokemon!\n\nLet's see, better prioritize...\n\n<hr>\n[[... the Snorlax.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... the Haunter.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... the Wailmer.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... the Pikachu.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... hatching your egg.|GGMCE]]\n\n[[... taking the gym.|GGMCE]]

You consider actually making some fajitas, but those are actual little bags of frozen beef strips and frozen veggies... they might actually keep count of those. The ground beef, on the other hand, is almost all gone... you pretty much finishing it off should go largely unnoticed. Grabbing the ice screem scooper and scraping up some of the beef, you head over to the stove, glancing occasionally at the laminated menu poster, not that the recipe is exactly difficult.\n\nYou're halfway through making your quesadilla when something grabs you from behind. You scream as you're hauled into the air, kicking your legs and shoving at the thing holding you, feeling plush hands cored by metal gripping your body. You topple to one side briefly as one of the hands moves up to grab you by the back of the neck, leaving you dangling and kicking futilely.\n\n"Oh, you are wanting some of the Beefy, senorita?" booms a deep bass voice from behind you, the sound carrying a faint crackling undertone that speaks of its inorganic origin. Your eyes open wider as you realize that you're in the grip of the Beefy Fajeeta animatronic! But how?! "You only are having to say so, Beefy will give you all that you can handle and more."\n\nThe robot's other massive hand grabs the back of your pants and yanks them down, the loose garment easily hauled over your hips and ass to tangle around your knees, your panties pulled down midway around your thighs by being caught on the waistband. But that's apparently enough for your captor as he switches to gripping you around the middle again, huge hands easily holding your squirming, shrieking form as he lowers you down. You feel something large and blunt pressing against your pussy, before you're shoved down on it mercilessly, your screams of shock and disbelief cutting off in a gurgle of intense sensation. At least the fact that it only hurts <i>some</i> indicates that whatever it is, it was lubed or greased up before it went in, otherwise it would have torn you in half already! But your robotic rapist isn't satisfied, and begins stroking your body up and down, working more of whatever it is into your stretched pussy, loud squelching noises sounding whenever he forces you downward.\n\nYou go almost limp in his hands as you're overwhelmed by the feeling of being force-fucked by something so huge, your head dangling down enough that you can look down past your tits jiggling beneath the snug white cotton of your shirt. It seems to be some sort of monster-sized black rubber dildo, a pair of solid, molded rubber balls sitting immobile between Beefy Fajeeta's legs... he must have attached it before he grabbed you, no way he'd be able to hide this thing in those tight little shorts! You can actually see the outline of it sliding up and down through your flat stomach, and faintly make out the much broader head... is it shaped like a horse's?! You writhe and squirm in his grip futilely, your cries turning to mewls as he overwhelms you with his little mechanical bull ride.\n\nYour body is surprisingly quick to give in, the sheer intensity of your pussy being stretched taut and your clit being rubbed along the fat black rubber pole of the horse-dildo working your pussy into a hot, wet mess. Your pink pussylips, stretched taut, drag along the length as he raises you up over it, only to pound you back down and make you yelp as your clit thumps against those big black balls. As you tire and give in further, your body goes completely limp, and you give only little grunts and whines as he just works you over that length relentlessly, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your helpless form. That is, until he suddenly flops you forward over a counter and pulls out of you. His huge hands spread your asscheeks apart, massive thumbs pressing in and really opening up your little pucker. Your eyes widen as you realize what's about to happen, but by then it's too late: his huge horse-dildo cock, lubed by whatever he used before and your own pussyjuices, is shoving deep into your ass.\n\nIf his intention was to get a few more signs of life out of you, it worked. You renew your bucking and screaming as he starts working your asshole with the same ruthless efficiency as he destroyed your pussy. In fact it takes only seconds for those solid molded balls to begin shoving against your gaping cunt as he fucks you, actually pushing inside you slightly every time he hilts. Your eyes roll up in your head, tongue lolling out as your body trembles, once again betraying you and surrendering to the mechanical animal-man raping your helpless holes. In fact if anything, you start cumming sooner and harder, as if something inside you had thrown up its hands and given up, and had flipped your switches to 'Complete Whore' before going home.\n\nEventually Beefy finishes his period of fucking your ass... does a robot monster children's mascot even have a concept of orgasming?... and pulls out, his slick rubber dick flopped between your buttocks and resting against your gaping, shining red asshole. He moves about, working your unresisting body as he pulls off your shoes, socks, and gets your pants and panties the rest of the way off of you. He hauls your shirt off as well, leaving your big tits to wobble around as he raises you up, turning you to face him as he lowers your pussy back onto the jutting, glistening black dildo that is his cock. You grip his shoulders and wrap your legs around his middle, feeling your fingers and thighs dig into the fabric as he starts fucking you on him again. This time you moan freely, shimmying your hips and just letting yourself cum as much as you want, even as you watch his expressionless fake face beneath its aged, colorful leather mask. You've turned yourself into a slut for a mad mechanical mascot, but what else can you do in the face of such power?\n\nHe uses your holes as a sheath for his dildo-dick for literally hours. The feeling of him pounding into your stretched holes, your tits bouncing, your skin rubbing against the stained, stretchy cloth of his body, all of it fills your senses. You pass out several times, always coming to with his huge horsedick still plowing away at your pussy or ass, and soon there's very little difference between consciousness and unconsciousness. You're a drooling, senseless mass either way, your body twitching and writhing and shaking various bits in whorish fashion without any input from you.\n\nEventually he pulls his dick out of you and doesn't reinsert it. But you're far too exhausted and insensate to wonder why, even as he tosses you over his shoulder and carries you across the kitchen, your ass jutting up over his shoulder and showing off both your stretched and gaping holes, your lower body glistening and completely sodden with your own juices. Something in what's left of your conscious mind twitches as you hear the click of a switch, followed by a harsh, whining roar. You raise your head, trying to gather your wits even as Beefy Fajeeta lifts you up high.\n\nYou have just enough sense to give one final scream as he drops you into the hopper of the industrial meat grinder.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|CelFiestaBeefEnd]]

"Then we should proceed to the commencement of the contest," Mrs. Andrews replies, leading the way back to the entry area and pulling the chain of an old-style schoolbell several times, before beckoning you on after her outside. \n\nSoon you and all of the others are standing in a little clump outside the front entrance, with Mrs. Andrews standing next to a waist-high metal podium with a flat top that seems to have a touchscreen built into it. "Now, as to the details of this competition," she announces in an official-sounding tone. "First of all, as said, the last person to be in sole residence of this house will be the inheritor of Archibald's estate. This competition has no end date, so whether we leave tomorrow or twenty years from now, the last one to leave is the victor."\n\n"Now, as to how this competition is to be judged. A series of buried sensors has been installed at the edge of the property, which is the bridge on that side and roughly two miles into the woods and across a large stream on the other side. Natural barriers prevent easy departure on the other two sides. By placing your hand on this sensor for twenty seconds, you will register your biometric readings with the system," she continues, gesturing to the thing beside her. "As well as accepting all benefits and risks of the competition contract."\n\n"Whaddya mean, risks?" Lucas pipes up, frowning.\n\n"Departing the mortal coil also means departing the house," Mrs. Andrews says with a quirk of the eyebrow. At the stunned looks, she holds up a hand. "Purely written into the rules to account for deaths of natural causes, I'm sure. At one time several rather older people were in the running, plus it was simply a common sense measure to insure that the competition did not become unwinnable in the case of a sudden heart attack or somesuch."\n\n"What about other problems?" Dallas pipes up. "What if one of us is runnin' in the forest and breaks our fool leg or something?"\n\n"The rules of the contest still apply. However, medical help, while some distance away, is still available, and at worst a helicopter can bring in medical personnel... it does, however, still count as a forfeit if you leave to seek further treatment. Similarly, food and other necessities will be delivered on a regular basis, and the house is stocked with enough emergency supplies for ten people for ten years even if something should happen to cut off the outside world. Archibald believed in being prepared for the worst."\n\n"But we can't leave even to go to the movies, I suppose," Paris says with a bit of a sigh.\n\n"Correct. Newspapers, magazines, and other entertainment will be delivered with the food and necessities, but you'll have no real control over what those might be. Any boredom or whatnot will simply be one of the challenges of this competition."\n\n"I imagine there must be some other caveats for behavior during this," Dumas notes, cupping his chin thoughtfully.\n\n"Yes. It is forbidden to deliberately injure any of the other competitors... though someone else would have to witness and corroborate the attack, if it happened," Mrs. Andrews says.\n\n"What?! So it's fine to attack someone else if you do it when you're alone?" Katy blurts.\n\n"That is... one interpretation," Mrs. Andrews admits. "But there must be some sort of corroboration method, else anyone could accuse anyone else without proof and have them disqualified. I'm sure this was determined to be the fairest method available, considering the circumstances." She clears her throat. "In any event, those are the rules. Now, when I call your name, please step forward, place your hand on the sensor, and wait until it flashes green."\n\nOne by one, each of the contestants... Lucas, Dumas, Dallas, Paris, Katy, and Mrs. Andrews herself... all put their hands on the device and wait for it to flicker a green 'Registered' before they step aside. As you're called last, Dallas smirks and slaps you lightly on the back. "Lucky number seven! Don't 'spect to get too lucky, though," she adds as the light flashes.\n\n"Well then, with that done, let's all go inside and discuss the matter of dinner duties, shall we?" Mrs. Andrews suggests, several of the others rolling their eyes but nevertheless following her towards the stairs. You start to do so as well, only for some bit of motion to catch the corner of your eye. You stop, turning to peer at the woods.\n\n"Hm? Austin?" Katy stops beside you, following your line of sight. "Did you see something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Some weird animal.|AusHH]]\n\n[[It looked... demonic.|AusHH]]\n\n[[No, nothing.|AusHH]]

It's kind of wild just thinking about participating in one of those 'see who gets the inheritance' challenges. Obviously every horror movie you've ever seen tells you it's a bad idea to go to a supposedly haunted house with a bunch of other people and see which of you is the last one standing, but those are movies... this is probably just some whim of Archibald's that he thought would be good for a laugh. Since you weren't exactly expecting to inherit anything anyway, you don't see any harm in having a try for the whole enchilada as opposed to just part... it sounds like you can leave at any time you want. "I guess I'll take the challenge, then," you respond. \n\n"Very well then, I'll have a travel packet messengered over to you by the end of the day."\n\nAfter that it falls to you to call your mother and let her know where you'll be going. As you could have predicted, she's not terribly happy about the idea of you going on some stunt like this with no set end date, and you wind up having to promise her that you'll leave the house in plenty of time to get back for next semester. (Of course, as far as you know there's no real way she could enforce that promise and make you do it, but you wisely don't point that out.) Instead you look through the information packet when it arrives. It's got pretty much everything... set up car rides to and from the airport, plane tickets, even a map of the area where the house is... though yeah, it basically seems to be a map of the middle of nowhere, for all the good that will do. Who builds these houses with nothing for a hundred miles around? ... Well, people that like their privacy, you guess. \n\nThe day comes, and you take a town car ride to the airport, where you fly first class... definitely swanky, apparently your uncle spared no expense accounts for his little stunt. The driver at your arrival looks rather more put-upon than the one at your departure... but you guess you'd feel that way too if you had to drive someone for over two hours into the country. You several times consider starting up a conversation after the polite exchange of perfunctory pleasantries at the start, but it always feels a bit like you might be imposing on him. What if he's already aggravated about having to do this drive and you trying to chat with him just makes it worse? So you decide to stay on the safe side and leave him alone, spending your time either fiddling with your phone (you're not terribly shocked when you lose service about an hour in) or watching the fields and trees and occasional tall hills (or small mountains?) go by.\n\nFinally you pass over a stone bridge and make your way down a winding, but well-packed dirt road, until the car pulls up to a stop in front of a somewhat dilapidated but rather large old house.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Ot6vbmA.jpg>\n\nThe driver gets out and helps you with your bag out of the trunk, but is rather quick to get back in and turn the car around. Geez, you'd figure the guy would at least want to stretch his legs before another two hour drive. But before you can suggest that, you're distracted by the front door opening and someone descending the steps, coming across the lawn. She looks around your mother's age, maybe a bit younger, wearing a neat black skirt-suit, her blonde hair done in a short braid that nevertheless drapes over one shoulder, and a pair of red glasses perched on her nose.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/uVtYMTY.jpg>\n\n"You must be Austin. We spoke on the phone, my name is Mrs. Andrews, I'm the executor of your great-uncle Archibald's estate and the overseer for all the little events like this."\n\n"Overseer? Is that why you're here instead of at the airport or something?" you ask, glancing after the car.\n\n"In part, but also because I am one of the seven contestants for winning your great-uncle's estate." She smiles pleasantly at your surprised expression. "There's no need to be shocked. Your great-uncle had a fair number of favorites, and I did quite a bit of work on his various legal necessities. In fact I'm rather surprised he narrowed it down to only seven people as having the chance at winning the majority of his estate. Still, having overseen his endeavors for so many years, it would certainly be rewarding for them to become my own, so please don't expect me to quit early."\n\n"Heh. I guess I can understand that." You nod to her. "So, Mrs. Andrews-"\n\n"Adrian is fine, we may be cohabitating for quite some time, after all."\n\nYou nod again, though you find it difficult to imagine calling someone so obviously more mature than you by their first name casually. "Is everyone else here?"\n\n"Indeed. They should all be loitering about here and there, finding them should be relatively simple. Shall we...?"\n\n<hr>\n(The contestant options are not branch choices, you can choose them freely or skip them if you've already played this storyline.)\n\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

You do like the thought of a half black dragon, all sleek and intimidating, there's lot of potential to have fun there. You flip to that section, starting to read up on their particular abilities, when all of a sudden the lights go out on you. You're startled enough that you abruptly stumble forward, a hand instinctively shooting out to balance yourself. You expect to hear a clatter of knocked-down books or, even worse, the creak of the bookshelf being knocked over, but instead your hand thumps against a solid wall.\n\nYou blink, looking at your hand on the black brick wall, quickly able to pick out more and more of it. It's... different, covered in black scales, fingers a bit thicker, especially around the knuckles, fingertips capped by curved black claws. Your arm is too, at least up to where it's wrapped in some strange, shadowy stuff you can't see through. You look down at yourself... your breasts are at least D-cups now, covered by the same wispy shadows, though they leave your miriff bare, showing off skin that's almost as dark, but seems to have a faint hint of blue. Your legs are covered in more shadowstuff, though there's a more normal belt at your waist with a knife sheathed at one side. 'Good thing it's not some sort of bikini armor,' you think wryly, then blink as the stuff shifts into the shape of a bikini. You focus on the armor again, willing it back into the shape of pants and a midriff-baring longsleeved top. \n\nYou pull the knife out to see if you can use it as a mirror, your motion causing you to shift, hesitating at the feel of something moving behind you. A glance over your shoulders shows, yup, wings... you shake your ass, but don't seem to have a tail. Getting back to the matter of finding out what you look like, you lift the knife.\n\nDark skin, glowing red eyes with black sclera, long backswept ears, black hair... half black dragon, half Drow? Well there's a combination you'd have never allowed in your game! Even though it makes story sense. You can't help but grin ruefully at the thought, taking a glance around. You can see fairly well, though there's barely any light at all. You seem to be in a small alleyway, and outside you can see a bit of... a city? But no sky above, just darkness... underground, then. A Drow city, most likely. \n\nYour suspicion would seem to be confirmed when you hear and sense someone approaching and reflexively press back deeper into the shadows. That definitely seems to be an authentic dark elf walking along the sidewalk. Tall, slender, but nice breasts and hips, blue-black skin, white hair. She's wearing a sleeveless red tunic trimmed in gold, a loose black short skirt, red thigh-high stockings and some sort of black slippers. My my, Drow certainly are fashionable, aren't they?\n\nAs she draws closer, amidst your surprise and wonder, you're nearly overwhelmed by the urge to pounce her, drag her back into the alley, and... you're not entirely sure. There's just a strong desire to grab her... ah, right, some editions like to say that black dragons are ambush predators, you're probably feeling your new instincts. You can probably fight them though...!\n\n... if you want to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab her.|BlackDra1x1]]\n\n[[Follow her.|BlackDra]]\n\n[[Let her pass.|BlackDra]]

You consider both a first person shooter and a more traditional RPG as possibilities for a 'player trap', but eventually discard both as not yielding quite the results you want... just an FPS lacks a little too much lewd potential, just an RPG has a lot but everything in it could be more easily covered by the ideas you had for the MMO. But on thinking a bit more, something of a hybrid of the two, a bit in the 'Deus Ex' vein, that could really work.\n\nAfter reinstalling Deus Ex since you thought about it, you set to work. Brainstorming ideas for general gameplay traits, story, and mechanics. You build all of that up, and then begin the project under a single-word, elegant title: 'Capture'.\n\nOne of the dynamics is that players will be able to choose a 'side' in each game. One side will be the OC, an interdimensional bounty hunter who has made a fortune and is preparing to retire, and is now ready to settle down and enjoy retirement. But before they do, they're going to make sure that their retirement is comfortable and enjoyable by populating their retirement home with the one thing they absolutely know they can get for themselves: a bunch of attractive sex slaves. After all, they've been snagging them for a bunch of other rich fuckers for their entire career, why not build a harem of them for themselves? The other 'faction' is, of course, the characters from a variety of canon sources that you've figured out a nice little script to create and add, whose job is to escape/resist/defeat the bounty hunter.\n\nOf course it won't be just a game when you're through with it. Using the techniques you've learned from the spellbooks, once your little viral game starts spreading out, players will find themselves drawn into their characters, seeing and experiencing everything as them for the duration of their playtime. For winners, this will just lead to the experience becoming more and more addictive, especially for those playing Bounty Hunters... once they're done playing, they won't remember actually being inside the game, but they'll remember the intensity of the fun they had running down, capturing, and fucking hot sex slaves. It will be marginally less addictive for the 'prey' faction... but they'll still remember the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline surge of running and fighting, potentially the rush of defeating the Hunter. But any Prey faction player that loses will suddenly find that their fate is permanent... their consciousness, indeed their very soul, will forevermore be trapped in that game avatar, subject to the whims of the perverted player that captured them. Hunters, well, if they ever get defeated, they have to get at least one win as a member of the Prey faction before they'll be able to play Hunter again. Which, of course, will dramatically up the chances that they'll fall prey to someone playing a Bounty Hunter. (You've written a little script that will eventually gather 'abandoned' Hunters' harems and add them to your own Bounty Hunter complex. Don't want anything to go to waste, after all!)\n\nEventually, you finish programming the game, and imbuing it with all the necessary spellwork. You begin carefully searching out a select group of playtesters... single people living either alone or with roommates they're not particularly close with, based off of their posting history. After all, once the game goes properly viral, rumors of disappearances won't be a big deal... you've made sure anyone who's dragged into the game will have all traces of it disappear from their computer or search history. But you don't want to rock the boat at first, you just need enough beta test players coming in to make sure all the spells work as designed. Of course, you've turned off the 'immersion' for Bounty Hunters other than yourself, currently, and the vast majority of beta players are being 'randomly' funneled into playing the Prey faction, as part of the beta, of course.\n\nYou're currently the only Bounty Hunter player with Immersion turned on, since obviously you want to actually enjoy your own little beta test of hunting down characters and turning them into your fuckpets. Luckily it looks like enough of your beta testers are enjoying the immersive sensation of being characters (with a bit of mental overlay, of course, to make them more accurate) and wandering around settings to keep plenty of them logged on all the time. You'll have a wide range of prey, and enjoying the thought you log into your Bounty Hunter.\n\nBounty Hunters are thoroughly customizable, but of course you've already built yours to largely resemble your real-life self: a big-boobed, large-cocked futanari. The game version is of course stronger and faster, and wearing an intuitive 'bio-reactive' bodysuit of shiny black with glowing blue and purple sections... meaning it will get out of your way when you want it to. You log into the character and appear in the Mission Room, the area where the Bounty Hunter will decide what character they're going after and what to go after them with. Not much point into going into the Hab Area right now, since it will just be the default one. Now, let's see, who to target of the currently available online players...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tifa Lockhart|Capture-TifaSelect]]\n\n[[Princess Jasmine|Capture-JasmineSelect]]\n\n[[Britanny Diggers|Capture-BritSelect]]\n\n[[Samus Aran|Capture-SamusSelect]]\n\n<<if $alreadyplayedcapture is true>>[[Capture-MissionRoom]]<<endif>>

"I believe we'll find one of your fellow contestants in the entry, he arrived not long before you," Mrs. Andrews says, leading you along.\n\nThe main room of the house is large... even larger than you would really have expected from the outside. You're not sure if 'lobby' is the right term for a private home but it kind of feels that way, with a lot of seating and staircases leading up. All it really lacks is some sort of checkin counter. But standing near one of the couches is a boy about your age, dressed in layered clothes (all of which, at a glance, are extremely expensive designer labels), a similarly expensive flopped beanie on his head and backpack on his back, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses he's adjusting with one hand, the other fussing with a coffee cup. He's also dyed his hair a bright pink, it looks like.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/HX1Ru6k.jpg>\n\n"I seriously can't believe I had to come all the way out here to get my own money and property," he practically growls, his eyes narrowed as he looks around the area. "And stay in this shabby place. Dust mites aren't a fashion statement."\n\n"Not to interrupt, Lucas, but the final contestant has arrived," Mrs. Andrews announces with polite cheer, as if the two of you hadn't overheard him being salty at the world. "This is Austin, Archibald's great-nephew. Austin, this is Lucas, he's Archibald's grandson."\n\n"Great, another leech trying to take what's mine," Lucas says after a brief glance at your outstretched hand, apparently not bothering to hide his hostility. "I guess at least this one's a relative instead of some accountant or a phony preacher or a bloodsucking lawyer."\n\nYou scowl, as much at the slight against the so far unfailingly polite and kind woman next to you as the one aimed at you, and can't help but fire back, "And if you're such direct family I'm guessing there's a reason that you didn't just inherit everything automatically."\n\nLucas bristles visibly, teeth pulling away from his lips a little as he takes a half-step towards you... before seeming to realize that you've got about half a foot and some muscle on him. He subsides a bit sulkily, though he glowers as Mrs. Andrews speaks up again.\n\n"The fact of the matter is, Lucas's grandmother and Archibald were never married, by her choice. Archibald did insist on giving her quite a large sum of money as a gift to her child, so Lucas's family has never wanted for anything... but as his parent is technically illegitimate, there is no automatic right of inheritance, even without Archibald's will stating otherwise."\n\n"Someone like you would probably just waste it anyway," Lucas declares with a haughty sniff, sipping from his coffee cup and turning away, apparently having dismissed you from his thoughts.\n\nAfter exchanging a glance with Mrs. Andrews, the two of you walk off. Once you're in another room you murmur, "He seems like a real winner."\n\n"Terribly spoiled, I'm afraid," she replies, shaking her head. "His grandmother was a remarkable woman, but her offspring was rather overindulgent, both of themselves and of Lucas. And not particularly wise with money... frivolous, one might even say. Lucas is gambling everything on getting his grandfather's entire fortune because he likely would have burned through the not inconsiderable sum otherwise offered to him in years at the most."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]\n\n

Welp. There is one thing you can do that implies a lot of trust and would give her something to hold over you to prove your good faith. You swallow, then set the phone down to reach behind yourself, fiddling with the clasp of your bra for a moment before managing to undo it and sliding it out of one of your sleeves. Pulling your shirt up over your now bare and perky C-cups and letting it rest, you raise the phone into the Facebook Angle... not that you really need it, but it's a pretty good view of what you're trying to show off. More reflexively than anything else, you put your other hand over the upper half of your face, then snap the photo. A glance at it confirms... the photo starts at the lower half of your hand and goes down to almost your waist, and has a very clear view of your bare tits. Swallowing again, you tug your shirt back into place (lest one of your parents or a servant come in), then tap the buttons necessary to attach the image to a text and send it to Lilith.\n\nThen you wait. And wait. It feels like an hour, but it's more like five minutes before you get a response.\n\n'wtf'\n\nNot exactly the response you were hoping for, but then you're not entirely sure what you were hoping for in the first place. A moment later she sends a followup text: 'why the heck did you send me a pic of your tits?'\n\n'You said you couldn't trust me' you text back, trembling a little, though there's also a certain excitement to what you're feeling... your nipples are hard as pebbles against the inside of your shirt, and you rub your thighs a little together as you type back. 'Now you have a naked picture of me. So if I'm mean to you you can have your revenge I guess.'\n\nThere's an almost ten minute lack of a reply now, and the excitement starts turning back into anxiety. But eventually the phone buzzes.\n\n'I can't see your face.'\n\n'I just covered up without thinking' you text back, shifting your shoulders nervously.\n\n'I want one where I can see your face.' she texts back, the phone almost immediately buzzing again as she adds, 'And fully naked.'\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Ask for one in return first.|MeanLove1x8]]

Licking your lips, you turn around and squat down, balancing on the balls of your feet and letting the rest of the stallion's load steadily ooze out of you as you turn your attention to his cock again. You heft the long, thick, currently limp thing up and stuff the cum-smeared head back in your mouth, heedless of the fact that only moments ago it was deep in your ass. Moaning eagerly as you start pumping your hands along the pudding-firm length in your hands, your fingers sending rivulets of horsecum dripping onto the ground, you begin gradually encouraging him to hardness a third time.\n\nIt takes a bit longer this time, and a bit more work... your throat is soon bulging around almost a foot of the horse's thick prick as you put in the effort necessary to stiffen him up again. But apparently once he feels your throat squeezing and sucking around his length that's enough to have him stiffening back up, and by the time you tug your mouth off of the wide, flared head he's if anything more rock hard than before. You quickly get up and turn around again, sliding him into place before bracing your hands on his forelegs.\n\nThis time the stallion doesn't hesitate, plunging his hips forward and driving into your ass deeply, making you cry out happily in pleasure. Your cries continue with every thrust of that throbbing, vein-studded length of equine cock into your ass, though they gradually begin to take on a slightly higher pitch. Too, your massive cock, having stiffened up again as you sucked off your bestial lover, begins to shrink. Not to go limp, but actually to get a little shorter and more slender with every one of the horse's thrusts into you, growing smaller every time he gets a little deeper into your ass. As you begin rocking your hips back to take him even deeper, your cock steadily shrinks to its original seven inches, and then more slowly continues to lose bits of its girth and length, turning more slender and petite.\n\nYou feel a deep, heated pleasure suffuse the rest of your body as it begins to change as well, your ass taking on a rounder, perkier shape, your shoulders taking on a slightly more slender curve. Your stiff nipples turn softer and pinker, puffier atop your flat chest. Your hair grows out, even stained with horse cum as it is becoming silkier and softer, hanging down over your shoulders and swaying back and forth as you fuck yourself on the thrusting beast's prick. By the time he starts cumming in you, once more swelling your belly up with his load, and you squeal girlishly and start spurting your much, much smaller one on the ground, you've become as androgynous (leaning girly) as you ever looked while wearing the panties, your cute little prick shivering as it spurts its streams of cum onto the muddy ground.\n\nYou slump forward against the horse's forelegs as its cock once more softens and drops out of your ass. Even your panting and your soft moans sound faintly girlish as you try to catch your breath. You... you won't be able to live without this anymore...\n\nBut maybe there's a way you won't have to!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|EllyElephant2xEnd-A]]

"I'm... sorry," you finally murmur, shifting from foot to foot in discomfort at speaking the largely unfamiliar words. "I didn't... I actually didn't mean to say that."\n\n"Oh?" She presses her black-painted lips together, eyes narrowing slightly in a way that says she's not in a hurry to believe you.\n\nSighing, you shrug. "Look, okay, I admit I thought of Halloween when I saw you, but it wasn't really... in a bad way," you add a little lamely, hating how weak your voice sounds but relieved that at least you're being able to say what you mean. Actually it's sort of a refreshing experience to do that. "I just wanted to talk to you and introduce myself, and it... came out wrong."\n\n"You wanted to introduce yourself to me?" she asks, still looking deeply suspicious, red eyes flicking over your shoulder as if looking for the rest of your posse who might be lurking around a corner giggling.\n\n"Yeah?" You shrug. Admittedly it sounds pretty weird to you too, but you're not sure how else to put it. "I mean, I... there's nothing wrong with that is there? Me just, y'know, trying to be nice?"\n\n"Uh-huh. So this is a thing where you pretend to want to make friends with me, and then once you've lured me in, you lock me in a closet at a party, or trick me into getting locked outside naked or something," she says with a snort, shifting her bag strap on her shoulder.\n\n"N-no," you murmur, actually feeling a little pale because you've done both of those things before but they were the furthest thing from your mind now.\n\n"Yeah. And why should I believe that, huh? The first thing out of your mouth is an insult, but suddenly you want to be friends? Why would anyone believe that?" she demands, eyes narrowing again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Retreat!|MeanLove]]\n\n[[You'll prove yourself.|MeanLove1x6]]

Your legs are moving almost before you think about it, putting you into motion after her, ducking around a few people as you head for the door of the cafeteria. You even jog a little as you almost lose sight of her when she turns a corner, heading into one of the lesser-populated hallways of the school. (Do the loner-type kids have some sort of instinctive grasp of where those are?) You do an absentminded glance around to see if there is anyone watching, then call quietly, "Hey, hey wait up!"\n\nShe jerks a little at the sound of your voice, and you can almost hear her eyes rolling again, before she turns back to face you, both hands resting on the strap of her bag. "<i>What</i>?" she asks, in a tone that clearly says she doesn't give a rat's ass about where you rank in this school's pecking order.\n\nYou jerk a little yourself at the tone... it's been awhile since anyone talked to you like that... and wind up staring at her again, trying to gather your wits. Outrage and some strange emotions you're really not sure you have proper names for are all whirling around inside you, but this time you want to pick what you say, because you're getting tired of blurting stuff out without knowing what it will be first.\n\n<hr>\n[["Who do you think you are?"|MeanLove]]\n\n[["... Sorry."|MeanLove1x5]]

The words are out of your mouth before you even think about them, and instantly you want to kick yourself. You didn't even think the bitchy words, your brain just supplied them on autopilot. They're not even clever! What the fuck, Layla!\n\nThe girl lets out a huff, head turning downwards even as her eyes roll, and she quickly closes the hardback book she's reading, starting to stuff it into her bag as she rises. "Yeah, fun. Look I thought I was in highschool, but apparently I made a wrong turn and wound up in the junior high cafeteria, so 'scuse me."\n\nYour mouth opens and closes slightly as you watch her heft the bag onto her shoulder and start to walk away. Holy shit. Not only did you say the wrong thing, she went and burned you like she was armed with a flamethrower.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after her.|MeanLove1x4]]\n\n[[Let her go.|MeanLove]]

"I believe the next contestant is in the sun room," Mrs. Andrews declares.\n\nShe leads the way to a section of the house that's not much more than a breakfast nook, but quite tall, made of impressively long and clear panes of glass (especially considering the way most of the rest of the place seems a bit run-down). There's a small table with red-cushioned chairs situated in the center of it, with planters that look to have mostly gone to seed all around the bottoms of the windows. Standing in front of the central window and gazing out towards the forest beyond is a tall man who seems to be about Mrs. Andrews' age, and with a somewhat similar taste in hairstyles. He's wearing a white formal shirt with a grey vest and black slacks, like he'd been wearing a suit but discarded the jacket at some point. As you and Mrs. Andrews enter, he turns, and you're a bit surprised by the brilliant red color of his eyes.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0ioV0Ak.jpg>\n\n"Ah, Adrian. Then this must be young Austin," he says in a refined, gracious tone, giving you a somewhat formal bow.\n\n"Uh, yeah, hi," you reply a bit awkwardly, not sure if you should return a bow. "Sorry, you've got one up on me there."\n\n"Of course, forgive me. Archibald mentioned you a few times... he didn't know you well, but he was rather taken with his impressions of you as a child. My name is Dumas, I was one of your great-uncle's spiritual advisors."\n\n"Spiritual advisors?" You blink. "Like... a priest, or someone that reads your aura with crystals?" You actually wince a little at the words as they leave your mouth, especially since Mrs. Andrews proceeds to give you a mild and very motherly look of disapproval.\n\nDumas doesn't seem perturbed, however, even chuckling as he cups his chin with one hand. "Closer to the first than the second. While Archibald was a dedicated agnostic, he found religion and spirituality fascinating and liked to be advised on and knowledgeable of various religions, such as mine."\n\n"Oh. Um, if you don't mind my asking...?"\n\n"What religion? We don't have a specific name, as a matter of fact. In form and style it is similar to certain types of Christianity, though more... pragmatic. To avoid persecution during certain periods our worshipers and priests have tended to blend in with Christian sects, allowing us to continue our own religion and even bring in additional followers. Our god is great and loving and full of compassion as well, though they are not Jehovah and we do not give them a specific name." He smiles, just a little sheepishly, as he tilts his head. "Forgive me if it all sounds very mysterious, it is less so when actually explained and expounded upon."\n\n"I'll take your word for it for now, if it's all the same."\n\n"Of course. Still, if you ever wish to discuss it, please feel free to ask any time."\n\n"Thanks. So, you want the inheritance too? I mean, that's why you're here," you add, trying to take any accusation out of it.\n\n"Your great-uncle's considerable wealth and properties would be a boon to us, yes. There are several that would make excellent church sites, and the money itself would allow us to take the burden off of our donors and parishoners."\n\n"Huh. 'Kay."\n\n"I believe you have a few other people to visit, yes? Don't let me keep you, I will see you shortly for the commencement of the contest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

Really, you can't stop staring at her. You're not even sure why, but even when someone passes between you and her you feel a little surge of annoyance. Don't they see you're trying to get a look at her?!\n\nYou've never seen her before. An important trait of being an Alpha Bitch is to keep at least a general idea of everyone that goes to school, enough that you can ask others about them by general features at least. But you can't recall even having glimpsed her before today... she must be new here and in the hustle of the new school year you just haven't laid eyes on her yet.\n\n"Hey Layla, what's up?"\n\n"Uh, nothing," you reply, quickly doing your best to shake it off. "Just saw a new face. Who's the new girl...?"\n\n"Hm?" One of the others leans forward, following your line of sight, then ahs. "Yeah she's new, from out of town. I think she's in one of my classes but I forget her name. 'Cause, y'know, Cooper's sitting near me this year!"\n\n"Cooper!" the others all squeal, shrieking their delight over the senior team quarterback, probably hoping it will get back to him that they did so. You don't join in for once, because you find yourself staring at the new girl again. It's strange, you just can't take your eyes off-\n\n<hr>\n[[-that golden hair.|MeanLove2x1]]\n\n[[-those glasses.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[-that black lipstick.|MeanLove1x2]]\n\n[[-those tits.|MeanLSM1x1]]

You raise a hand to knock on the door, hesitating just briefly. You've never really thought Elaine hates you or anything, but she's definitely not as demonstrative and effusive about voicing her love for you as her... your... parents are. She's very reserved, quiet, and mostly seems to express herself through deadpan sass. If she's upset, it must be something really big. Firming your resolve, you knock on the door. "Hey, Elaine."\n\n"W-what?!" comes the stammered near-yelp from the other side of the door. It sounds like you startled her, her voice is rather shaky.\n\n"Are you alright?" you ask worriedly. You don't immediately get a response, so you admit, "You seemed upset, and... it's not usually like you, so I... well, do you need to talk, or can I help with anything, or...?"\n\nThere's another moment of silence... before you can actually hear a sigh, and Elaine calls, still sounding a bit shaky but more calm, "Alright. Come in."\n\nYou turn the doorknob and step into the room, nudging it closed behind her. It's a bit larger than your own room, but done in the same classy English style with a large four-poster bed and work area, though there's more exercise equipment and clothes scattered around than your own room. Every other time you've been in here, Elaine's either been at her desk or standing in one of the areas lifting hand weights or something. But now she's in bed, clutching the sheet against her front. Her usually straight and immaculate hair is damp and rumpled, her face flushed and skin damp... and you realize that the sheet is actually sticking to her in a few places, just a hint of rosy nipple peeking through on one side. You flush at the sudden realization that she wasn't in here crying... or at least that's not all she was doing.\n\n"Er... is everything okay?" you ask a little lamely, since you can't think of what else to say.\n\n"Yes. I'm fine," she answers, though her voice is breathy and a little ragged around the edges. "I'm just... dealing... with something. But I'm fine, you don't need to worry."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask what's going on.|RunFF4x2]]\n\n[[Talk about something else to distract from the awkwardness.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Strip.|RunFF]]

That actually seems to shock Tanya out of her smugness for a moment. "... the fuck'd you say?"\n\nWhatever insane impulse caused those words to come out of your mouth, you swallow and then find yourself still saying them. "I said, lick my ass. You're the one trying to keep me quiet, so if that's the deal, do what I say. Lick my asshole."\n\nTanya opens and closes her mouth a few times, and the flabbergasted expression is almost worth the swift and painful death you feel must be incoming. Then she grumbles "Fine", grabbing the waistband of your jeans and underwear and hauling on them, yanking a few times to get them off as you half-reflexively lift yourself to help. When you settle back down she tugs you closer to the edge of the chair and nudges your legs to drape over her shoulders as she leans in, forced to nuzzle up under your balls so she can reach. You shiver at the feel of her tongue sliding over your asshole, and then starting to swirl and lick at it. After a moment you bring a hand around to wrap around your cock, stroking it more slowly, just a bit of extra stimulation as Tanya tongues your pucker.\n\nIf it was hot before, having those glittery, smug green eyes looking up at you as she sucked your cock, well, it's a whole other level to have them looking up at you with a mingling of anger, humiliation, and... something else you're not quite sure of. Tanya's absolutely terrified you ever since you met her, and from everything you've ever heard about her with good reason, and you still can't escape the feeling that after this you're completely doomed. But right here and now that terror is on her knees with her tongue up your butt, and you can't help but feel like she's getting more... enthusiastic about it as she goes on, her tongue moving quicker and pressing deeper in, and you could swear a few times you catch one of her hands sliding towards her crotch before she stops.\n\n"Mmmf... h-hey, get... get on all fours," you finally tell her, panting softly. And whatever misfiring circuit in your brain has already decided you're ready to die makes you add, "I'm gonna fuck you doggy style 'cause you're such a bitch."\n\nThere's a flash of fury and that something else in her eyes, but despite glowering at you she draws back and turns around, crawling a bit away from you while her bare breasts sway under her, her denim-hugged ass wagging in the air, then lifting a bit more as she stops and plants her legs. Swallowing hard again, you get up and move forward, forcing your hands not to tremble as you reach down to undo the tiny denim cutoffs... and then yank them down hard and fast, feeling rather gratified by the shaky gasp Tanya gives when you do. ... Wow, she actually is wet, her bare-shaven pussy is glistening and there's even smears of dampness all over the inside of the cutoffs. Almost mesmerized, you run your hands over her perfect ass, squeezing and kneading it, growing more and more pleased as she starts to squirm a bit and make low noises in her throat at your motions and droplets of arousal oozing down her inner thighs.\n\n"H-hey, scrub, are you even gonna put it innnh?!" Tanya gasps out as you do just that right in the midst of her attempt to snap at you, sliding your cock into her pussy and immediately starting to thrust away with abandon. She's clearly trying to muffle herself now as you fuck her, your hips impacting against that jiggly ass and making her tits wobble underneath her. You grab her waist, squeezing it as you pump into her, and soon even she can't stop herself from letting out breathy little moans with almost every thrust. Wow, you actually got to her, didn't you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Haha, Tanya's your sex toy! Cum in her whenever you want!|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[[... spank her...|QOKevPorn8x3]]

"Y-you'd really-" You start, only to blush brightly and clam up. But that was apparently enough for Tanya, her smirk ramping up a little bit.\n\n"You've got some guts on you, so I guess I don't mind too much," she says smugly, reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt and peel it up and off, her full breasts dropping free the moment the snug fabric pulls away from them. You sit staring in awe as they jiggle and sway in front of you, mere inches away practically. Tanya finishes pulling her shirt off and tosses it away, but instead of giving you time to enjoy the view immediately goes to her knees in front of the chair, hands grabbing for the front of your pants so quickly that you jump a little and almost reflexively try to stop her, before shock and disbelief take over and have you just sitting there still as she unbuttons and unzips your jeans, yanking your underwear down in front to let your hardon spring free. \n\n"Awwww, isn't it cute?" she coos in a mocking voice, making you blush in embarrassment, then moan loudly as she drags her tongue up the underside of your stiff shaft. "Not much compared to the big, fat cocks I'm usually taking, but I guess I can't expect too much," she continues, interspersing her verbal teasing with little licks and flicks of her lips against your prick. You shudder all over as she does another long lick from the base of your balls and all the way up to the tip, staring down at her and seeing her bare tits sway lightly as she moves to lick at you.\n\nThen Tanya slides her tongue along the underside of your cockhead as she slips the tip into her mouth. Those amazing green eyes are looking up at you, even though you can see the smug glitter in them the whole time... especially as she slides all the way down on you without apparent effort. Still you've got a girl's mouth wrapped around your cock for the first time, all the way in, and you whimper as her slightly stuck-out tongue tickles at the base of your balls a little before she draws up. Lifting her head off of your cock, she wraps her hand around it instead and starts slowly stroking up and down. "Aw, gonna pop so soon, little man? You about to cum, huh? Whatcha want, huuuh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Please let me cum!"|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[["P-please use your t-tits!"|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[["... lick my ass..."|QOKevPorn8x2]]

"I believe I last saw the next person outside, around the side of the house," Mrs. Andrews says, leading you to the area in question.\n\nAs you round the side of the house, it's not that hard to spot who she means, since you doubt there are too many pretty blonde girls your own age hanging around in the middle of nowhere for the fun of it. She's leaned up against the wall and, despite the rather chilly air is wearing (very short) cutoffs and a scant black top, with just a long flannel shirt over it for apparent warmth. She's lounging as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be there, her head turning towards the two of you as you approach, showing off the numerous piercings in her ear.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/23Wyogj.jpg>\n\n"Well hi there," she says with just a hint of drawl, grinning. "Looks like you've found another cute one for the collection, Mrs. Andrews," she continues, pushing off of the wall to stand up straight as you approach.\n\nIs it your imagination or is there a bit of a blush on the older blonde's cheeks. "Ahem. I believe I said you may feel free to call me Adrian."\n\n"My momma'd skin me alive if she heard tell I was going about calling a proper lady and a lawyer besides by her first name," the girl says with a puff and a smirk, before offering you her hand. "Howdy."\n\n"Hey," you answer, grinning and accepting the hand to shake.\n\n"This is Austin, Archibald's great-nephew," Mrs. Andrews explains.\n\n"Austin, huh?" That seems to amuse her greatly, blue eyes twinkling as she brushes her bangs out of them briefly. "Well Austin, I'm Dallas, and I'm ol' Archie's great-niece. Guess that makes us cousins, of some removal're other."\n\n"Guess so," you admit, trying to suppress various stupid jokes and connected lascivous thoughts your brain attempts to suggest.\n\n"Well, cousin, I promise ta be generous with my riches once I win this place after y'chicken out," she adds in a teasing tone, playfully punching your shoulder. "Y'can come over and use any of my swimmin' pools any time y'care to."\n\nSnorting and giving her a grin in return, you give her a wave and step back.\n\n"Alright, let's continue on," Mrs. Andrews suggests.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"I think the next person had retired to the dining room to have a glass of wine," Mrs. Andrews says, her tone a bit more carefully neutral than before.\n\nThe two of you make your way to the dining room, where there's a long, broad oval table. Sitting at one end of it is a woman in her... late twenties, early thirties? Either way she's pretty much gorgeous, with long brown hair that has that 'naturally disheveled' look that she probably put a lot of effort into, besides pulling it back into a ponytail and letting it drape over her shoulders. She's wearing a rather scant red dress that shows off her full breasts and nice hips (even sitting down), her long, bare legs crossed under the table as she sips a glass of wine.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/tx1xOCP.jpg>\n\n"Austin, this is Paris," Mrs. Andrews says in a mild tone. "She was your great-uncle's occasional traveling companion."\n\n"Which is to say," Paris picks up easily enough, smiling as she stands and sets her wine glass down. "That Archie wasn't married so 'mistress' doesn't quite fit, and we weren't super romantic so neither does 'girlfriend'," she continues, heels clicking on the floor as she sashays over. "And there's not really a better word for someone that sometimes travels around with an older man because he has more fun with someone young and energetic who sometimes shares his bed. At least, not any words that even the disapproving Mrs. Andrews wants to use."\n\n"It is none of my business, but I do not <i>dis</i>approve," Mrs. Andrews replies, now a bit frostily.\n\n"Right, but that social conditioning's tough, huh? Can't quite slot me in without being a gold digger?" Paris grins at the blonde for a moment more, then settles it down into a gentler smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you. And I'm ignoring the new arrival. Hello Austin," she says, offering her hand. "Archie mentioned you a few times."\n\n"So I keep hearing. I hadn't seen him in years, though," you say as you take your hand, fighting not to be awkward due to any of that, er, social conditioning she mentioned.\n\n"Archie knew so many people it was pretty much impossible for him to keep up with them all. That's one of the reasons what we had was very casual," Paris explains, shrugging a bit. "Despite what people thought, I wasn't with him for his money... oh, the money was a lot of fun, but I just enjoyed being around him. And now you're thinking, 'Well, if that's so, why are you here trying to get all his money and things?'" She adds, grinning as she lays a hand alongside her cheek.\n\n"Ah, well, I guess I might wonder that, yeah."\n\n"The simple answer is, because Archie offered me the chance. He loved goofy things like this, and it would have made him happy if I participated. Of course, it's not like I don't <i>want</i> the inheritance, it's an awful lot of money and I definitely wouldn't mind keeping up the jetsetting lifestyle. But really it's more money than I could ever spend, and I'll probably give a lot of it to charity. So there you have it, I wanted to honor his will <i>and</i> I want to make a lot of money," she concludes, spreading her arms and smiling.\n\n"Understandable," Mrs. Andrews says evenly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, Paris, we do have a bit more to do."\n\n"Sure! Oh, and Austin," Paris calls as you start to turn away. She presses two fingertips to her lips and blows you a kiss, winking as she does. "I also wanted to see the other people that were dear to Archie. So far, you haven't disappointed."\n\nBlushing a bit, you murmur a thank-you, then follow Mrs. Andrews out of the room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fifth contestant.|AusHH1x1e]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"But we... all four of us... we've already been through so much together!" you find yourself protesting. "I know you just see it as business as usual, but we shouldn't split up! We should try to stick together as long as we can!"\n\nEskabar sighs heavily, looking somewhere between charmed and annoyed by your exuberance. "Listen, LaChance," she says, more gently as she steps forward. Suddenly the entire bunker shudders, making all of you lurch a little with the force of the impact. Eskabar's head jerks towards the end of the hall... then snaps downwards, her eye widening.\n\nThe floor seems to simultaneously drop away and explode around you as a gray-black gaping maw bursts up from it, spread wide to slide around the entire group. Cries and screams of shock are suddenly muffled as it snaps closed, pulling you in like a net suddenly drawn taut aand drawing you downward along its long, constricting gullet.\n\nYour armor and the debris from the floor rapidly dissolves inside the thing's undulating, surprisingly hot throat. You find yourself wriggling and writhing against the naked forms of the others, pressed in tight against them as the swallows and gulps of the unnatural beast that's devoured you presses you together. You think Eskabar's trying to give orders, but she seems to be having a hard time talking... probably for the same reason you're having a hard time focusing on what she's saying. The same stuff that so easily dissolved concrete and armor is now coating your skin, somehow simultaneously both slippery and sticky, and it's both numbing your thoughts and sensitizing your skin, leaving you, Shyn, and Veronka all gasping, moaning, and writhing, even as Eskabar desperately tries to focus, her cock growing hard as steel as it presses up between all four of you's bodies. But gradually she succumbs, her attempts at organization dissolving into gurgling moans that mingle with yours and the others', her cock repeatedly adding its own thick jizz to the slime already covering your bodies.\n\nFinally all four of you are dumped into some sort of chamber, or stomach, or sack at the bottom of the Fiend's incredibly long gullet. Not that there's much more room in here, the close quarters still constantly pressing all four of you together. But now the chamber is constantly churning, squeezing, undulating, mixing you all around, tumbling and squeezing you together, your positions constantly shifting. You find your face buried against Eskabar's hefty, slimy sack one moment, and rubbing against Veronka's pussy or Shyn's tits the next. You can feel parts of their bodies rubbing against you constantly, arms brushing your sex, faces pressing between your asscheeks, a huge cock sliding across your tits. Your entire world becomes one of mind-numbed, slimy, sticky pleasure, a constant orgy without any real sex as you cum over and over again from seemingly any stimulus at all. \n\nIt drags on and on, your body pressed over, against, between those of your friends. You're squished against them, your sticky, hot form yielding to the pressures of being pushed together. Somewhere, dimly, below the mind fog induced by the Fiend's secretions, part of you realize that you're yielding more and more... you're not just pressing against the others, you're gradually pressing more into them. All of your bodies are gradually becoming less solid, less cohesive, and the stomach-sack just keeps tightening, grinding you all together. As you feel your torso yield to Eskabar's, and your hips starting to conjoin to Veronka's, the last of your mind gives up and flees quietly in terror, leaving you with no consciousness but the constantly moaning, constantly cumming existence in the belly of the beast.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGSR9axEnd]]

"I last left the next person outside the library, and they're probably still there," Mrs. Andrews says in a bit of a wry tone, though she follows it up with a sigh that says she's bracing herself. "Well, come on, then."\n\nYou follow her down a hallway, to a set of wide double-doors that are closed, with someone sitting on the floor in front of them. She has shoulder-length, somewhat fluffy black hair, and is wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt and black slacks, making her look a bit of a shadow in the dim hallway. As the two of you approach she looks over, her cheeks slightly flushed, lips curling faintly in a smile.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/aS2dc7v.png>\n\n"Hello again, Adrian. Is that Austin?" she asks, closing the book and setting it aside.\n\n"Yes," Mrs. Andrews answers, waiting for the woman to rise before she continues. "Austin, this is Katy."\n\n"Hi," she says, taking your hand and giving it a single quick shake. "Don't worry, I'm not some weirdo, Adrian's just awkward around me because I used to be her assistant."\n\n"Archibald decided she had a great deal of talent and hired her away from the firm and into his personal employ," Mrs. Andrews allows with a tilt of the head. "And from what I've heard has done exceptionally well for herself."\n\n"But it's still a bit awkward," Katy adds in a stage whisper, smiling at the other woman before continuing to speak to you. "I was one of Archibald's financial planners... when he wanted something, say, financed in perpetuity up to a certain extent, I'd make the arrangements and set up the trust funds, stuff like that."\n\n"And also encouraged him on various ridiculous ventures," Mrs. Andrews says dryly, though with a bit of a grin.\n\n"He never needed much encouragement, and besides, 'ridiculous' is a strong word," Katy replies with a mock pout, before grinning sheepishly at you. "But it's true, I have a strong interest in the occult, an interest Archibald shared. I was the one that found this place, because I was interested in unraveling the history. Unfortunately, the library's in quite an awful state," she adds, glancing at the doors. "And not fit for habitation, so all I could do was bring a few of the more solid volumes out here."\n\n"So I guess you want to win my great-uncle's estate so that you don't lose any of the other creepy or occult things he owned?" you prompt with a grin.\n\n"Got it in one!" she chirps, holding up a finger and smiling brightly. "It'd be a shame to see them just auctioned off or sold or left to molder. They're a student of the odd and unusual's dream, and even with what Archibald already had, I'd have a full lifetime of investigation to do."\n\n"Well, I dunno if I should say 'good luck', but..."\n\n"Heh, I hear ya. I'll see you again in a few for the commencement. I'll let you go meet the others now."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the first contestant.|AusHH1x1a]]\n\n[[Find the second contestant.|AusHH1x1b]]\n\n[[Find the third contestant.|AusHH1x1c]]\n\n[[Find the fourth contestant|AusHH1x1d]]\n\n[[Actually I already know everybody.|AusHH1x2]]

"Ranma, think about it," you urge, stepping back and turning her around to face you. "It's actually your solemn obligation as a guy to let me fuck your pussy!"\n\nThe redhead splutters a little at that, but then winds up looking curious, since the stud forces her to at least consider your words. "How d'ya figure?"\n\n"I mean, you're a teenage guy, right? Probably the most notoriously horny thing on the planet. Typically teenage guys don't have access to super hot girls that want sex," you continue, using a solemn tone. "But you... you're a teenage guy that turns into a super hot girl! You'd be betraying every other guy out there if you didn't put out at least every so often, and that's not very manly, is it?"\n\nRanma blinks several times. It's a completely ridiculous argument, obviously... but since you made sure to <i>sound</i> like you believe it, and the tongue stud forces her to listen and consider, after a moment she says, "Huh. I mean... yeah, I guess I see it. I am super hot as a girl after all... maybe it's my duty as a man among men to let other guys have some fun with my girl form?"\n\n"See, I knew you'd understand," you answer cheerfully. "Now, get down on all fours."\n\nThe busty redhead hesitates just briefly again, but then nods and turns away from you, settling down onto her hands and knees on the floor, pointing her round butt and bare, pink pussy at you. Fighting not to snicker a bit, you settle down behind her, running one hand over her ass as you use the other to rub the tip of your cock against her pussylips. "Mm, hey, you're pretty wet already."\n\n"H-hey, don't go saying embarrassing stuff," Ranma grumbles. "L-like you said, I'm just doing my duty as a guy with a hot girl body!"\n\n"No reason you can't enjoy doing your duty," you reply cheerfully, before starting to push into her.\n\n"Mmmmmmf... I... I mean, I guess so," the redhead murmurs, voice going softer and breathier again, and a moan escaping as you keep pushing deeper in. "I mean... it's super weird having a dick in me but... mmf... guess it's not too bad. I mean, for somethin' I'm only doin' out of obligation to my fellow man!" she adds hastily, squirming in place... and setting her tits to wobbling under her, and wriggling her ass back against you somewhat.\n\nGrinning, you grip her waist and pull her back against you as you push yourself forward, fully sheathing yourself inside her as she lets out a soft gasp. You start rocking forward, lightly at first but steadily picking up the pace and strength of your thrusts as you enjoy the sight of Ranma's tits bouncing under her, and her ass jiggling as your hips impact against it. Ranma certainly doesn't seem to be complaining... in fact you hear her gasp out a soft "Harder" before biting her lower lip, apparently not having intended to actually say that out loud. Grinning even wider, you tighten your grip on her waist and start using the muscles the sim gave you, really pounding into the shortstack martial artist, the sound of your hips spanking her rear and your balls slapping against her soaking crotch filling the room.\n\n"Nnnh, nnh, nh, fuck!" Ranma gasps out, arching her back on one particularly hard thrust, her tits giving an extra bounce and some drops of sweat sent flinging off of them.\n\n"Thanks for doing your duty, Ranma," you say rather smugly, your own voice breathy and low, almost interrupting yourself with a moan as her tight, previously virgin pussy gives an eager squeeze around you.\n\n"Y-yeah, don't mention it, like ever!" she barely manages to gasp back, before she gives a soft, very girlish squeal as you yank her back against you and grind against her hard, pumping thick spurts of cum deep into her pussy. You can feel her tight little tunnel squeezing and shuddering around you, even as you watch her eyes roll some and a long, moaning breath pass through her parted lips.\n\nYou're still appreciating the feeling and sight of the orgasmic redhead in front of you when you pick out approaching footsteps in the hall. You quickly bring up the debug menu (taking a moment to absorb the interesting sensation of Ranma abruptly going completely and totally still while still impaled on your prick) and check the minimap. Oop, looks like Genma almost walked in on you fucking his son/daughter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the debug menu to dress yourself and Ranma quickly.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Use the tongue stud to convince Genma to join in.|RanStud]]

The Helmuth library is quiet, despite its shattered front doors and the resultant gaping maw of its entrance. In the distance there is noise, certainly... screams of disbelief and terror, gunshots even, all of it no doubt futile. Scattered through the streets and nearby square are various pedestals and mounts, once housing statues or simply comemorative artworks... some empty, some bearing human forms in metal or stone, faces twisted in terror, or pleasure, or both.\n\nBut none moreso than the pair of iron statues now gracing the eave over the library entrance. One might think the artist had a thing for whores... a pair of women up on their tiptoes with their heads down, asses raised high, showing off their obviously well-used, gaping cunts. Their hard metal tits shown off fully with stiff nipples, hands clutching at some invisible lover, iron tongues jutting out, blank metal eyes somehow just reinforcing the mindlessness of their lust.\n\nDespite its lewd nature, the art installation will remain for quite some time. Until they both rust to nothing and are blown away, in fact.\n\n<b>Animus Vox</b> end - <i>Lewd art installation</i>

The girls look like total preps... maybe even the sort that hang out with that bitch Layla. But you've never let yourself get hung up on the social strata of high school, or what "types" are supposed to mingle. What's the worst that could come of trying to talk to them, they'll laugh? Oh no, the horrors!\n\nRolling your eyes and grinning as you find your way towards the lower path (you wouldn't care, you wouldn't care <i>so hard</i>), you soon spot the pair who have apparently stopped at a break station to let their dogs have a drink, chat, and check their phones. The dogs are both Golden Retrievers... very pretty, very well-groomed, probably really expensive purebred examples of the breed, to judge by the overall 'spoiled daddy's girl' look of the two. Then you blink as you get closer and realize you know one of those spoiled daddy's girls. Raising your hand, you call, "Hey, Andi!"\n\n"Cyan!" the girl chirps happily, smiling as she turns, green eyes lighting up. "Hi! What are you doing here?"\n\n"Was getting cabin fever. I didn't know you had a dog," you say, squatting down as the Retriever on the end of her leash wanders towards you. You grin and hold your hand out to let him sniff.\n\n"I just got Ducky at the start of summer," your friend replies brightly. "Cyan, this is my friend Bambi."\n\nYou valiantly try to keep the smirk off your face and the snort from escaping your lips. Of course it is. You ruffle Ducky's ears, the dog smiling happily and wagging his tail at the attention, and look up at the other girl, keeping your expression to a grin. "Hey, Bambi."\n\n"Cyan," the other blonde girl replies with a nod. She looks like she's still making up her mind whether to immediately hate you or not, but has actually been taught manners and thus isn't going to show it.\n\n"Cyan and I met in school last year," Andi explains excitedly to her near identically-dressed friend. "The teacher put us together and I think at first we were both totally 'Oh nooo'," she continues with a giggle. "But she's super nice and really smart, and she's soooo good at explaining stuff to you without treating you like you're stupid or something."\n\n"Really?" Bambi looks back at you, and you notice her blue eyes visibly warming a little. "That's, like, pretty cool."\n\n"Andi's pretty smart herself, she just seems to have a tough time believing it," you reply with a grin, patting Ducky's side a few times before standing, doing Andi the favor of not noticing her blushing. "How'd you two meet?"\n\n"We're sort of in a, like, club together?" Andi offers, putting a finger along her cheek and rolling her eyes up some as if thinking.\n\n"Just a, like, social thing, yanno?" Bambi picks up, grinning broadly now. "We, like, invite girls we think would have fun with what we do, and stuff."\n\n"Uh-huh." You blink. Jesus, it's true, they really do have little special clubs for themselves.\n\n"Bambi! We should <i>totally</i> invite Cyan to join!" Andi suddenly squeals, clapping her hands together and actually hopping in place. Her sports bra must be an extra support variety because her D-cups don't so much as jiggle. "She loves trying new things and she's always got great ideas! Plus she could totally help us all with our grades and stuff! You even said your Daddy wasn't going to let you have the house to yourself as much if you didn't get yours up, right?"\n\nBambi and you both eye each other with extremely similar skeptical expressions, her obviously considering. Then she smiles, and the weirdest thing about it is that it looks sincere. "I think that might be, like, kinda cool and stuff." Then she frowns just a little and tilts her head. "But, like, you have to be able to keep secrets, okay? You're not allowed to tell, like, <i>anyone</i> outside of the club what we do, and stuff."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. What is this, the bottle blonde equivalent of the Skulls? You glance aside at Andi, who's practically squirming like a puppy and looking at you with big pleading green eyes. Hoo boy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Huh, that definitely sounds like the easiest and most direct out of all the powers. No messing with additional menus or even toggles, just being able to tell people to do things and, at worst, having to do a bit of extra urging to get them to do it. Honestly between the menus it says you get anyway and that, that's probably all the god mode experience you need. Tapping the option for the tongue stud, you immediately wince a little and bring a hand to your mouth, 'mmf'ing quietly. Having the tongue stud appear... okay, somehow it didn't actually <i>hurt</i>, but the sudden pressure brought a lot of attention to it and now you're not quite finding it as 'unobtrusive' as all that since you're still thinking about it.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma looks up and over at you. "Hey Eric, what's up, you stub your toe or something?"\n\n"Uh, no, I'm fine," you answer, lowering your hand. You consider for a moment, then say, "Hey Ranma, stand on your head for a second would ya?"\n\nRanma blinks, then shrugs and hops to his feet, then bends forward, balancing on his hands and lifting himself up, holding his body almost perfectly straight in the air as his pigtail and hair hang down a bit. "Okay. Why?"\n\n"Just checking something," you answer breezily as he swings back down to his feet. That was kinda neat, he obeyed pretty much instantly, and didn't even seem to see anything odd about doing so. Well, you guess that doing headstands is probably relatively normal for him, and doesn't either gain or lose him anything. It'd probably be harder to convince him of something that went contrary to his nature... but you don't think by much.\n\n"Hey, Ranma..." you start thoughtfully.\n\n"Yeah?" he asks, still looking a bit curious.\n\n<hr>\n[["Undress."|RanStud]]\n\n[["Change to girl mode."|RanStud1x2]]\n\n[["Oh, nothing."|RanStud2x1]]

"Would you change to your girl form for me?" you ask with a grin. \n\n"Uh, well, I guess so," he answers, looking a little dubious, but nevertheless walking over to the bucket in the corner and picking it up. He upends it over himself, giving a slight squawk before she shakes the excess water out of her hair. The busty redhead's clothes seem to dry rather quickly as she turns and walks back over to you. "Okay, there."\n\n"Yeah, go ahead and take your clothes off for me too," you add.\n\nRanma looks suspicious, but after a second shrugs and starts undoing the clasps of her shirt. She shrugs out of it once it's open, her large, heavy breasts wobbling as she drops the shirt to the ground, then hanging forward as she bends down to shove her boxers and pants down. Kicking them aside, the naked redhead rests her hands on her hips. "Okay, there, clothes off. What's with you today, you in some kind of pervert mood?"\n\n"I guess maybe I am," you admit with a snicker as you look her up and down. Man, that is an amazing body though... all trim and toned but also sleek and curvy. Meandering around behind her, you reach around to cup her tits, Ranma giving a bit of an indignant squawk before you say, "Hey, just let me play with them a little, alright?" She immediately settles, still looking just a little sulky (you decline to mention how cute her pout is) as you knead and squeeze at them, toying with the big perfect globes. Despite the earlier sulkiness, Ranma's nipples fairly quickly stiffen up, and you give them some light pinches and tugs, resulting in Ranma squirming and (probably inadvertantly) rubbing her bare ass against the front of your pants.\n\n"So is this what you're gonna do all day, man?" Ranma speaks up in an exasperated tone... albeit one underlaid by a bit of a breathy moan. "Play with my boobs?"\n\n"Well I was thinking once I was done playing with your boobs..." you muse. "That..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'd fuck you."|RanStud1x3]]\n\n[["... you'd blow me."|RanStud]]\n\n[["... I'd knock you up."|RanStud]]

"What? C'mon, man," Ranma grumbles, still with that rather cute pout as she squirms against you. "You know I'm really a guy! And a guy pledged to manliness, you can't just... fuck me," she adds in a mutter, though she's still not doing anything to stop you from playing with her tits.\n\nHm, looks like she needs a bit more convincing. Luckily with this cheat ability, you really only need to decide <i>how</i> to convince her, not figure out what would work.\n\n<hr>\n[[Convince her it'll be fun.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Convince her it's her duty.|RanStud1x4]]

Your nervousness and desire to not be seen at all wins out, and you hurriedly swim over to the unlit corner, taking a deep breath and then ducking beneath. Your bare ass comes to rest against the tile of one of the steps, and you fight not to squirm as you feel the cold, smooth surface rub against your pussy a bit as well. Instead you grip the edge of the step, using it to hold yourself down, fighting against the growing sense of pressure in your chest.\n\nFinally, when you feel like you're about to pass out, you push yourself up, fighting the urge to come bursting out and take a deep breath like you want to. Instead you poke your head up, hissing the breath in softly through your teeth as you take a frantic look around. ... Nothing and nobody, at least as far as you can see. You quickly swim over to the edge of the pool where you left your bikini, only to realize it's not there. Feeling a surge of panic, you look around... then spot it nearby, nudged up against the leg of one of the pool lounge chairs. The wind must have sent it over there.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get your bikini.|CheerMotel2x6]]\n\n[[Too much time exposed, just make a run for the room!|CheerMotel]]

Your cheeks burn with the wickedness of what you're about to do, but there's also an excited tingle across your skin. You reach back and untie the back of your bikini top, the cloth going limp over your C-cups, then lift the top loop free over your hair, your pink nipples stiffening at the touch of the cool, damp night air. You wiggle the bottoms loose as well and let them drop to the pavement, stepping out of them, and for just a moment standing on the edge of the water, your naked body visible to anyone that might care to peek out their windows. Feeling a strange mixture of exhileration and fear rushing through you, you quickly dive forward (despite the nearby "No diving" sign, but then you're also disobeying the "Swimsuits must be worn at all times" sign so) and knife through the water, feeling the cool of it caress over every single inch of your skin.\n\nSurfacing, you wipe water and some wet hair back from your face, grinning as you tread water, glancing down at the way the pool light illuminates your naked body beneath the shimmering surface of the water. Forcing yourself to put your fear of being caught out of your mind (at least for a few moments), you start swimming back and forth in the water, occasionally feeling your bare ass lift up above the surface to be touched by the cool night air and send a few goosebumps racing across the smooth skin. You have to admit this really is thrilling... and maybe a little bit arousing.\n\nYou've actually almost started to relax about the whole thing and just enjoy yourself when in the distance you hear voices. Unfamiliar voices, which you're not entirely sure whether that's better or worse. Either way panic momentarily grips you, and you try to think of where you could possibly hide. ... There! In the corner! There's a set of stairs where the light doesn't really reach. If you duck under water as long as possible, maybe they'll just pass by without ever noticing you...!\n\n... No, you're being silly, right? It's probably just some people walking from their car to their room. If you go over to the side of the pool and press up against it, they'll probably walk right by and never even glance at you, let alone realize you're naked in the pool. Then again, what if it's some horny boys who would invent a reason to walk over and check out a girl swimming?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hide in the corner.|CheerMotel2x5]]\n\n[[Hide in plain sight.|CheerMotel]]

Where is it, where is it?! In your panic you've become somewhat fixated on the bikini, looking frantically side to side for any sign of it or where it could have gone.\n\n"Looking for this?"\n\nYelping, you whip around to face behind you, an arm going across your jiggling tits and a hand going to your crotch, your blush stoked higher as your fingers wind up squishing lightly in the dog cum still dribbling out of you. Standing nearby are a woman with dyed purple hair in long forelocks and a ponytail, wearing a black t-shirt (and presumably something under it), and a well-toned man with short black hair and short black trunks, both of them in their twenties. The woman is holding your bikini up in one hand, the man is holding a cellphone with the camera facing you, and beside them is sitting the Rottweiler, panting and looking pleased with himself.\n\n"Uh, I, c-could you give that back and... and not..." You stammer, looking at the cell phone helplessly.\n\n"But we got such good footage," the guy says as he taps something and lowers the phone, continuing to hit things on the screen with his thumb. "Both of you standing there naked, and of Thunder here fucking your brains out."\n\nYour eyes widen and your face goes tomato red, making the woman laugh. "His phone's got a great mic on it too, baby, every single slutty little moan you made is definitely going to be heard by everyone on the internet."\n\n"N-no!" you squeak, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you tremble in place. "Please, don't!"\n\n"Maaaybe we won't. If you follow us back to our room and do everything we say," the woman continues, giving your bikini one more shake before she grins and tucks it under her arm.\n\n"I... I don't think-"\n\n"Stop thinking, it's not going to help you here. Be our fucktoy or have pictures of you fucking a dog hit the internet instantly, it's up to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Fucktoy.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Internet.|CheerMotel2x8]]

Doing another quick glance around, you place your hands against the edge of the pool and push yourself up and out, water streaming off of your bare body and goosebumps racing across your skin as cool air hits cool water and strikes you with enough of a sense of cold that your nipples are almost painfully hard. Doing your best to ignore it, you hurry over to grab for your bikini, only to almost stumble. Darn it! It's stuck under the leg of the chair! Huffing you quickly get down on your knees and lean forward, starting to lift the lounge chair and give another tug.\n\nYour only warning is the jingling of tags and the padding of claws on concrete before something furry, heavy, and hot thumps against your wet back. You yelp as large black and brown forelegs wrap around your middle, glancing in shock over your shoulder to see the large head of a Rottweiler looming over your shoulder. "Hey, get off!" you hiss, forcing yourself to be quiet, not sure whether you should risk shoving at the infamously aggressive breed of dog. Then your eyes widen as you feel something pointy thump against your thighs and ass, and something slick and hot sliding along your skin when it does. Before you can even voice another protest, the dog's cock finds its mark and shoves deep inside you.\n\nYour mouth opens in a silent cry as your virginity is taken by a dog, a dog that also begins slamming into you with a truly bestial speed and desire. You gasp out as its long, thick spear of a prick pumps into you roughly, it's thrusts shaking your entire body and making your perky tits jiggle, the only thing holding you in place as he pounds his furry hips against your ass being his forelegs around your middle and his weight on your back. You close your eyes and lean your head forward as if that would let you escape from this experience, but it's as if that only heightens all the other feelings, that heavy, furry body on your back, those canine limbs wrapped around your middle and claws pressed against your belly, the distinctly inhuman shape of its cock pumping away in your pussy, the feel of its hot breath on your neck and the sound of its panting in your ears, all of it reminding you that it's a literal beast fucking you for the first time.\n\nAnd the next betrayal is your own body, the arousal you'd begun to feel from your daring skinny dip having served to prime you up for the bestial breeding you're receiving now. Your pussy gradually adds its own arousal to the wetness of the pool water already dampening it, your whimpered gasps slowly turning pleasurable, little moans slipping out every so often. You think of the fact that all of this is happening out in the open, right next to the motel pool, where anyone could look out their window and see you being fucked by a dog, walk up on you and watch that fat canine cock being crammed in your cunt, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Despite the utter shame and humiliation of the thought, it's also impossible to deny that your pussy squeezes down harder on the dog's cock along with the thoughts, practically sucking it deeper in. Of course you then find that it <i>can</i> go deeper as the dog suddenly shoves forward, forcing its knot inside you, your body shuddering all over as the big thing swells and locks inside you, forcing you to muffle your scream of orgasm as animal cum floods into your tight teenage pussy.\n\nAfter a moment the dog swings around, scrabbling off of your body and turning ass-to-ass with you, making you quite the proper bitch and still in view of everyone, leaving you shivering and moaning in mingled fear and arousal as little aftershock orgasms race through you. But eventually the dog's knot shrinks enough that its next light tug forward lets it slip out, a rush of dog cum splashing out of your slightly stretched pussy and spattering on your inner thighs and the concrete. Whimpering softly, you open your eyes and start to reach for your bikini to at last free it and slink back to your room...\n\n... only to find it isn't there! It's actually gone!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry back to the room without it.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Look for it.|CheerMotel2x7]]

Hanna's really going to have to learn to get over this whole 'can't sleep around other people' thing, you decide, especially since there's likely to be most of you in a single room at the camp proper. She'd better start getting used to it now. You leave matching keycards on the desk in front of Coach Morrison, then head out to call out room numbers and pairs of students. Hanna gives you a bit of a sour look, but not too much... you at least paired her with Kylie, who's probably her best friend. Finally you grin at Cassie, a somewhat pale and slight girl with her blonde hair done in a long french braid. She grins back at you and you clink your keycards together as if to say 'cheers' before heading off to room 201.\n\nOnce you've dropped your bags and chattered for awhile, you assure Cassie it's fine if she uses the shower first, then flop down on the bed, pondering your options of what to do. You realize that you're on a school road trip, and it's practically expected of you to do something at least a little daring and against expectations.\n\n<hr>\n<b>[[Nothing|CheerMotel7x1]]</b>: But of course nothing says you <i>have</i> to do anything. You can just wait for Cassie to finish her shower, you can take yours, and the two of you can talk on into the night until finally getting some sleep.\n\n<b>[[Lounge around naked|CheerMotel]]</b>: You can't really do it at home around your parents, that would be weird. But Cassie's your good friend, it's not like you have to be nervous around her.\n\n<b>[[Sneak out|CheerMotel2x2]]</b>: You could always sneak out of the room. Admittedly, Coach Morrison didn't exactly say you <i>couldn't</i> leave the room, but you suppose it was just the unspoken rule that once all of you were inside your rooms you'd stay there for the night.

Working quickly, you shuck your clothing and rummage in your luggage. Taking out your nice new blue bikini, you tie the sides of the bottom and settle the top into place on your proud teenage breasts, then hurriedly slip out of the door and pad across the pavement on bare feet. Doing your best to open the slightly creaky gate silently, you head towards the flickering blue light of the pool. You peer into it, noting that it actually seems amazingly clean and clear, especially by motel standards. The light on one side is beaming out to light the whole thing up like a pane of glass with a lamp behind it.\n\nYou move to the edge of the pool, your toes wiggling just above the water, then pause. You glance around slowly, noticing that all the curtains are closed. It's pretty late by now... it's fairly certain no one else is going to come out here, nor are they likely to go peeking out, almost everyone in the hotel likely already turned in or focusing on their own business. Even so, might be risky. Still, you could always... and you blush to even think about it, but... ditch your bikini and dive in au naturale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Too risky, the bikini stays.|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Heck with it, let's go all the way!|CheerMotel2x4]]

Well, honestly, it fits within a definition of mischief you're comfortable with... it's not directly against any stated rules, but it's obviously something you shouldn't be doing. Still, it's not exactly worth it if you just open the door and step outside. You'd have to <i>do</i> something...\n\n<b>[[Go swimming|CheerMotel2x3]]</b>: The pool <i>is</i> right there outside. Your room faces it but Coach Morrison's doesn't, so chances of getting caught are pretty low. And you could always point out that she didn't actually say you <i>couldn't</i> go swimming.\n\n<b>[[Peek on the others|CheerMotel]]</b>: They're probably not doing anything that interesting, which is the main reason you really consider doing it. The point is to <i>do</i> it, not to see something.\n\n<b>[[Look around town|CheerMotel5x1]]</b>: The immediate part of Hendricksville is mostly gas stations and motels, and almost all of it along this one street. You could walk out to a convenience store or something just to do it, or you never know, maybe there's some neat little store open late...\n

You spend the rest of eternity as Pumpus's mate. You're not sure what that involves for other deities, but you're pretty sure you're no goddess.\n\nFor one thing, you and Lauriel live in a massive pigpin. There's nothing special about it other than its size... there's a hay-floored box of a house to flop in if you feel like it, a wide mud pit, and a trough that fills with swill twice a day. The hay's not particularly comfortable, the mud's not particularly pleasurable, and the swill is in fact literal swill, nothing but the scraps and slops from some table all dumped together and runny with the mess of it.\n\nAnd yet, your newly piggish nature forces you to engage in all of it. You wallow in the mud, getting it smeared across your fat ass and floppy multiple tits. You sleep sprawled in the house, your thick thighs showing off your plump porcine pussy shamelessly. You shove your face in the swill and gulp it down.\n\nAnd you get fucked by Pumpus and make little piglets for him. The piglets are plump and as humanoid as yourself or Pumpus... his with Lauriel are pink and sandy blonde, yours are usually pink and black splotched with white hair. You're not entirely sure where they go off to once they're old enough to stop suckling from your fat, milk-bloated udders... maybe Pumpus is repopulating the pig-spirit race with you and your 'sister-sow'.\n\nThat's right, you do have Lauriel for "company". Which isn't much since for the first few thousand years the two of you completely hate each other for getting one another into this situation. Even if you didn't, neither of you can exactly hold a conversation with the other, since all you can say is porcine grunts and squeals, which are as incomprehensible to you now as an actual pig's were when you were human. But, eventually, the two of you see eye-to-eye not so much because you forgive each other, but because of another important reason: you're fucking horny.\n\nBoth of you are horny almost all the time. And being knocked up with piglets makes you even hornier. And in between the times when Pumpus is breeding you, he doesn't exactly come around to fuck you too much. After a few thousand years of laying there using your hooves to get yourself off, listening to Lauriel make identical grunts and squeals of masturbatory pleasure nearby, eventually a truce is formed in the name of getting each other off. Flopping your pudgy body atop hers, you stuff your snout against her fat porcine cunt and start eating her out, her doing the same to you, both of you snuffling and grunting at finally getting some attention between breedings.\n\nOf course in a way that's the start of the downfall of your sense of self. It gradually becomes harder to hold on to the last of your old life that you had... hating Lauriel. Over the next few millineum a little bit of your malice towards her is dispersed every time she gets you off by stuffing a thick hoof-tipped finger up your ass and gobbling on your pussy like it was the swill trough. You can only assume she feels the same after you've shoved your snout between her fat buttcheeks and eaten her out until she squeals like she's getting filled with piglets. Soon the two of you are happily spending your days fucking each other between rolls in the mud, and lining up side-by-side to shake your fat asses for your divine mate when he comes around to breed you like the eager breeding sows that you are.\n\nAnd so, after an eventful hundred thousand years or so, you spend the next few billion as a mostly mindless fuckpig. But hey... when life gives you slop...\n\n<b>Lauriel's Slave</b> ending - <i>Happy as pigs in mud</i>

"Alright, Santa, I'll do it!" you cry in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, gripping his mitten with both hands. "I'll become your team lead!"\n\n"Ho ho ho! I'm very glad to hear that! Now, I'll just do a little bit of magic to switch you and Rudy's 'roles' in the world. There might be a few side effects, just so you know," he adds, before giving his hands a clap.\n\nYou feel an odd tingle rush through your body... and then the sensation of it changing and shifting again. Your hips become more slender, your legs sleeker and more toned. You squeak a little as your breasts firm up rise, and then actually shrink a little... not by much, only down to about a C-cup, but becoming lighter and more pert than they have been in many years. You can feel your stomach firming up as well, becoming flatter and firmer, even your arms gaining some fresh definition. You look down at yourself as the feeling passes... you're still a cream-and-gingerbread furred reindeer girl, but you look considerably younger. Actually you look like yourself when you were in high school and still running track as your athletic activity. "W-what was that?" you ask, noticing even your voice sounds a little more youthful.\n\n"Ho ho ho! Like I said, I switched you and Rudy's places in the world!" Santa explains, his voice merry as he rests his hands on his belly. "Since he was still a bit of a teenager, you've become the equivalent! When we get back to the North Pole, you can move into his old room with his family! Meanwhile Rudy's been turned into a human, and will be allowed to stay in your home and with your connections. I suppose he'll at least have plenty of Christmas material for a holiday blog!"\n\nYou nod, trying to process all that as Santa returns to the sleigh. You say a silent prayer for all your female friends, many of whom share certain weaknesses of yours and are likely to soon be finding themselves getting dicked down on the regular by a smug jerk of a former reindeer. Santa calls out for the team to go, and once again you throw yourself into the task. This time pulling the sleigh feels much easier, your body moving more lightly and reacting to your commands more easily, and even as you dash across the sky for a much longer flight than before, you feel much less tired and out of breath than you did before. Well! Being young and in shape again is pretty great, huh? (Not like you were old and flabby before! ... Much.) Your boobs more jiggle constantly rather than the bouncing and swaying they were doing before, which at least keeps the lighting direction more constant.\n\nFor a long time you fly over nothing but icy, barren landscape, until finally you see lights ahead. Angling down at the light pressure from the guide straps, you head towards the packed-ice runway and the hangar apparently sticking out of an icy mountain. Despite the nature of the runway you land with no problems, pulling the sleigh forward and into the hangar, which looks about like you'd expect, just more, well, Christmas-y, with a few of what look like animal stalls here and there among the other equipment such as straps, tools, and even a spare sleigh. Santa clambers out of the sleigh as a bunch of small, slender people with pointed ears, glittery cheeks, and bright clothing start approaching. As Santa reaches forward to fiddle with something, you can feel the straps hooked to your harness release and drop. You roll your shoulders a little, trying to ignore the feel of that making your boobs rub against the harness, turning as Santa approaches.\n\n"Well! Someone will be along to explain everything present, Holly! I'll let you rest up some before I visit to talk about your duties! Merry Christmas!" he adds merrily before turning and heading for one of the doors with the elves.\n\nAlmost the instant the door closes, though, you find yourself surrounded by the other eight reindeer, all crowding in around you. You flush at suddenly finding yourself surrounded by big, studly men, their reindeer features now somehow no longer at all strange to you... in fact they look much, much handsomer and sexier than they did before, somehow. All of them are also giving you some variation of a smug smile or meaningful leer that has you squirming and pressing your thighs together.\n\n"Well, rook, good to have you aboard," one of them says, leaning in. "Nice to have someone more dedicated than that smug egotistical jackass at the head of the sleigh."\n\n"Not to mention your ass is a lot nicer to look at," another adds, setting the rest to chuckling and snorting.\n\n"Um... thanks," you murmur, squirming a little more and looking around and up at them.\n\n"So tell you what, rook... since you are the low reindeer on the totem pole, why don't we get your... initiation... under way so you can begin learning the ropes?"\n\nYou swallow... it's definitely not a change in perception, then, that the bulges in their leather briefs look bigger. Oh... oh my...\n\n<hr>\n[["W-well, okay then..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... Now just a minute!"|HollyXmas10x5]]

Why not go talk to Candy the Cow? That whole design is a complete trip, anyway, may as well check out what it's like close up. You head over, checking out the pink and white cloth that makes up most of the visible costume, and the actual denim of the overalls covering her curvaceous form. Man, they really need to let the designers go home to their wives more often.\n\n"Hey there, Candy," you say dryly, grinning a bit. You wonder if it's even a woman in that costume.\n\n"Hi there! Welcome to Worldland!" she calls back enthusiastically, startling you at both the clarity of the voice and how accurate it sounds to what would come out of a character like that... motherly but with a bit of innate goofiness. They must have some awesome audio equipment in that thing. \n\n"Hey," you repeat a bit in surprise. Finding yourself at a loss for words, you stare at her for a moment before venturing, "How's it going?"\n\n"Oh, you poor dear," she says in a gentle tone, reaching out to lay her large white-gloved hand on your head. "You look so tired and lost. Are you alright? Have you eaten recently?"\n\n"No," you find yourself admitting to her, surprising yourself. But it's like suddenly the weight of the last week settles right on you, and your shoulders slump. "Honestly, I've... I've been on the streets for like a week now, and it's been pretty rough."\n\n"Poor darling. Why don't you come along with me? I'll get you something to eat and somewhere you can rest," the mascot murmurs sympathetically, patting your head again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds like an invitation to molestation. No thanks.|CandyCow]]\n\n[[Sounds... pretty good, honestly.|CandyCow1x1]]

Just the way she says that sets you off on your biggest orgasm yet, crying out and shoving your hips wantonly towards her, your pussy clamping down hard. Jaina gasps loudly, her eyes rolling, and then making a strangled sound as she abruptly yanks her cock out of your spasming, gripping cunt. She's already grabbing her shaft with one hand even as she pulls out, but even before she's starting to stroke her prick is starting to twitch and jerk, and the very first pump of her hand sends a long streamer of thick white cream spattering across your left breast. She moans long and low, her eyes closing as she continues to jerk herself off, more shudders of her prick sending streamers of milky jizz to spatter on your breasts, your toned abs, one spatter of it even hitting the corner of your mouth and leaving your lips tasting salty as you near-reflexively flick your tongue over the glob.\n\nPanting and shuddering, Jaina slumps forward on top of you, her still mostly hard cock rubbing against your stomach and crotch to smear the load she just decorated you with across your skin. Eagerly, you bring her in for another kiss, sharing that smear of her own cum with her, which she certainly doesn't mind by how enthusiastically she kisses you back. Her lips are still trailing adoringly over your cheek and neck even as you slump tiredly to the bed and drift off to sleep. \n\nWhen you wake up, you blink against your dry eyes, sitting up slowly with a mild headache and an all-over sticky feeling. There's definitely something missing, and you realize that it's a warm body that should be next to you. But as your vision clears from a blur, you realize that said body is sitting on the side of the bed nearby, Jaina once again wearing her top and pants, but otherwise seeming fairly relaxed and at ease. She smiles at you as you clearly focus on her. "Hey," she murmurs, reaching out to touch your cheek.\n\n"Hey," you answer, bringing your hand up to cover hers. "Going somewhere?"\n\n"Been somewhere, but also I didn't want to presume it was fine to still be naked and in bed with you in the morning. Besides, I thought I'd get you some water," she says, nodding towards the large tankard on the bedside table. "And I needed to borrow this from Miriya," she adds, holding up a plain silver disk with a small ruby on one edge and an emerald on the other... the ruby is glowing faintly.\n\n"Mmf." Deciding that the water takes precedence over the question, you sit up and drain a good half of the tankard before lowering it. "What's that?"\n\n"Pregnancy tester," she answers, and despite not being in the middle of drinking you almost spit-take. Now looking a little sheepish, she continues, "A side effect of my... well. The fact is that it's very 'virile', according to some checks by a healer. I wanted to make sure I'd pulled out in time."\n\n"O-oh." Flushing, you try to cool yourself off by finishing off the water. Once that's done, though, you set the tankard aside and scoot over, snuggling up against her side a little. "Hey. You okay?"\n\n"If you are, Cyan," she replies quietly, draping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you against her gently. "I admit I haven't actually been with many people since... this happened. I get nervous about so many things. And I was nervous about ruining my burgeoning friendship with you." She turns her head, hesitates a little, then nuzzles some of your bangs aside to kiss your forehead. "I think you're very beautiful. And fun. And I'm very, very proud of you with how well you've succeeded at your trials. I couldn't bear it if you hated me."\n\n"I don't, so it's fine," you reply softly, sliding your arms around her middle. \n\nJaina lets out a long rush of breath, then finally gives you one of her small smiles. "Thank you." She strokes a hand over your hair a few times, just looking into your eyes, before clearing her throat and glancing away, her cheeks actually coloring. "Ah... though I suppose perhaps we should at least discuss where to go from here? I'd certainly understand if you wished it to be a one-time thing... it was the rite of indulgence, after all, it wouldn't be bad at all if we were both just indulging ourselves. I won't hold any grudges on my part... in fact, I will always be honored you chose me. But you should feel free to tell me what you wish... whatever it is, I'll respect it and do my best to abide by it."\n\nYou look at her, that handsome olive face and those mismatched eyes, the way she's looking at you so earnestly and yet so kindly. What <i>do</i> you want from her?\n\n<hr>\n[[A one-time thing.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[A casual thing.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Everything.|GGMonk]]

Hm. Your sister seems like the ideal mingling of keeping things close and and keeping a bit of distance yourself, you think as you smile at Ken when he arrives, setting a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. You pet his hair a few times, suppressing an internal sigh as he squirms embarrassedly at the attention. Your little boy, soon to be a man... assuming his aunt isn't halfway around the world chasing a fresh cock with a fat wallet attached. Sigh.\n\nOnce Ken has headed out to the mall for the day, you fish out your phone and dial your sister's number, hoping you don't hear some equivalent of 'New phone, who dis?' on the other end. But after several rings there's the click of the line opening. "Marei! I was just thinking of calling you myself, how are you?"\n\n"I'm doing well enough, Mirai, thank you," you answer in a cordial tone. "I was actually curious where you were."\n\n"I'm in the car and about an hour from Deviville, maybe hour and a half from your place if I hit traffic. It's why I was going to call, thought I'd see if you wanted to get together."\n\n"Sure, come by, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."\n\nYou have time to clean up a bit and get dressed, and soon your sister is sashaying around the kitchen, her heels clacking on the tile, hips swaying under the tight little purple miniskirt she's wearing. It's always kind of strange to see someone who looks almost completely identical to you dressing and moving in a way you never would. Your twin turns and leans back against the counter, grinning as she juts her own massive tits out a bit. "You're really rocking the mom jeans as always, sis."\n\n"Thank you," you answer a bit coolly. "And how have you been, Mirai?"\n\n"Oh, pretty good," she answers cheerfully, before smiling wickedly and poking her tongue out a bit, dragging two fingertips down it. "Fucking plenty of hung guys and seeing if it loosens their wallets. I've got quite a tidy nest egg of donations, stock tips, and other things stored up, though I definitely want to see how big I can get it before my prime is behind me."\n\n"Good for you."\n\nMirai rolls her eyes. "Well sorry if we can't all marry perfect, wealthy inventors. Geez, Marei, if you were gonna stand there and be passive-aggressive at me, why did you even invite me over?"\n\n"You're right, I'm sorry," you allow, forcing yourself to ease up as you fold your arms under your tits. "It's about Ken."\n\nInstantly Mirai's expression turns serious as she pushes herself off the counter. "Why, what's wrong, what's the matter? Is he okay?"\n\n"He's fine. Well, I say that, but..." You glance aside, sighing. "The thing is, I saw him masturbating this morning."\n\nMirai blinks, then scoffs and rolls her eyes again. "Uh, Marei, he's a teenage boy. Of course he masturbates? What's the big deal?"\n\n"It's just, it makes me wonder how much of the time he's alone in his room that he spends doing that, and it made me realize how much time that is, and, well..." You fuss a bit in place, shifting your shoulders and fidgeting. "It bothers me. A good-looking boy his age should be out chasing girls to do that with, among other things, not alone in his room using his hand."\n\n"Can't argue with you there," your sister allows, bobbing her head lightly. "He is the spitting image of your husband, and he was a pretty decent-looking guy. Though if I recall you saying, a little unimaginative in bed...?"\n\nYou scowl at her, though it winds up as more of a pout since you can't really deny it. "Well I was his first and maybe if he'd had an experienced older woman to teach him some things, he wouldn't have been... adequate, but a bit dull."\n\n"I guess you're right, for a horny fifteen-year-old there wouldn't really be a lot better than an experienced older-" Mirai cuts herself off, blinking a few times as what you said actually sinks in. She turns to stare at you, then silently raises a finger to point at her own face. At your nod, she just continues to stand there, looking a little floored, before finally asking, "Why <i>me</i>?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Because she cares.|Marei]]\n\n[[Because she's experienced.|Marei]]\n\n[[Because you're desperate.|Marei]]\n\n[[Because she's a slut.|Marei]]

"AH!" Jaina gasps loudly, eyes going wide as your mouth closes around the head of her cock, the proud warrior letting out a rather kittenish mewl as you start running your tongue around it. "C-Cyan... Cyan, what are... oh, oh goddess..." \n\nYou pull your head back and then lean in using one hand to lift her cock up and stroke it lightly as you work your tongue over the meeting of her shaft and sack. It definitely doesn't taste the way you expected it to... though maybe it tastes the way you expected Jaina too, strong and almost spicy. "You have a really pretty cock, Jaina," you coo happily. "I want to see your tits too, though." \n\nJaina swallows hard, then nods as you continue to flick your tongue at the base of her shaft. Her hands, shaking just a little, raise to start undoing the ties of her top... you have to admit, one of the most fun parts of indulging yourself with Jaina is watching her suddenly have that slight vulnerable edge, that you can make her tremble and want you so badly. So while you might not have a lot of experience, it definitely encourages you to do your best as you continue stroking her cock with one hand, running your other up and down her thigh and around back to stroke and squeeze her ass as she pulls her top open and off. Without it holding her down and in place, her breasts look about as big as yours, full and proud and with puffy, dark brown nipples capping them.\n\n'I wonder if the succubus expanded those when she gave her this?' you muse as you slide your mouth back over the head of Jaina's prick and start bobbing your head, pumping her a bit faster and shifting your hand to fondle her balls. As she moans eagerly and strokes a hand over your hair, you can't help but be grateful a little bit if so. It might be a heretical thought for the demon-hunting Church of Markala, but you can't help it, Jaina's so beautiful with those full round boobs and this fat, pretty cock throbbing away between your lips. Watching her face in her almost shy, embarrassed pleasure gradually displaying more and more flashes of that dark, needy, wanting hunger could absolutely get you addicted to sucking her cock, and the wash of both mingled together as you push your throat forward around the girth of her prick is 100% worth it.\n\nBut not long after she urges you back and off of her, pressing you onto your back on the bed again as you pull off. She quickly climbs on top of you as your head finds the pillow, her lips ravenously pressing to yours as she shifts forward between your legs. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, loving the feel of her tits pillowing against yours as she shifts and manages to find your opening. And then her cock is sliding into you, spreading you open, and you break the kiss to press your head back against the pillow and cry out in pleasure. Her lips instead move to your neck, licking, sucking, even biting lightly as she begins thrusting, shallow thrusts at first just to work herself a bit deeper into you each time, until you can feel her hips fully pressing against yours, that long, thick, hot, throbbing thing deep inside of you, feeling like it's pulsing in time with your own heartbeat. Jaina moans loudly against your throat, then starts pumping her hips faster and harder than before. "Cyan, I'm going to <i>fuck</i> you," she groans almost in your ear, her voice a throaty, urgent growl.\n\n'Oh good' part of you thinks, almost making you giggle, if you weren't so busy moaning. At first she continues to buck and rub her body against yours as she thrusts, her sweat soon mingling with yours as your glistening, muscled bodies work together in the candlelight. Eventually though she leans up, hooking her hands under your thighs and lifting them slightly. Her lips pull back from her teeth just a bit as she starts pounding into you, obviously enjoying the sight of you writhing on front of her and crying out your pleasure as she plows your sodden pussy, those mismatched eyes roaming hungrily over your toned belly and bouncing tits. Her own full, ripe, sweat-slick breasts bounce heavily with her motions, drops of sweat occasionally getting flung from her stiff nipples. \n\nShe's made you cum at least three times when you notice her breath starting to catch. "Cyan... getting close..." she gasps out in a voice that makes it sound like she's never wanted, needed, anything more in her life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holy fuck that's sexy.|GGMonk1x19]]\n\n[[Holy fuck you want her cum.|GGMonk]]

You arch your back hard and throw back your head, letting out a longer, more eerie howl than before. Tifa had been darting forward to throw a punch, but seems a little shaken by the sound, instinctively looking up, and staring at the sight of clouds rolling away and the full moon appearing above (despite the fact that the upper plate should block the sight of any such thing).\n\nThe cheering crowds have all stopped to look up too. But unlike Tifa, their pupils dilate, their eyes quickly turning yellow, before they all begin to hunch and twist, cries of surprise turning into growls and snarls as their faces push outward into muzzles, drool dripping over their lips. Tifa's eyes widen as she takes a few steps back, looking back and forth at her Sector Seven neighbors as their muscles bulge and clothes tear, bodies growing larger and larger as everyone on the street steadily grows to almost seven feet tall. As pants and skirts tear, the men's stiff pricks are revealed to be altering shape, tapering to points at the end and turning red as fur grows over their swelling balls. The women, even as their breasts grow larger (or grow in) also gain heavy, furry balls, their crotches bulging into fat sheaths that quickly expell glistening red rockets of their own, the sound of slavering growls and fresh howls at the moon overhead getting louder and more insistent.\n\nWhether or not she wants to run, Tifa is bound by the rules of a fighting game and can only skitter back a little as the freshly-made werewolf pack rushes towards her in a gleaming-fanged mob. Though she takes a few swings, it's no use against the guaranteed success of the grapple attack, and werewolves grab her arms and legs, others tearing away her clothes with their talons, leaving her naked save for her boots in the blink of an eye. Before she can so much as finish crying out in shock and humiliation, she's being bent over and a long, thick canine cock thrust into her mouth and down her throat, her body arching and twisting, before she lets out a muffled yowl as another wolf prick is slammed into her ass, spreading the tight pucker around the tapering red rocket. The rest of the wolves paw at her body, squeezing her ass, tits, hips, running their inhuman fingers over her thighs and belly as she's spitroasted between the two beasts that probably used to be her passing acquaintances, drool from various lolling tongues and drawn-back lips dripping down onto her body.\n\nYou smirk and lightly stroke yourself as you watch the werewolf pack you've created gang rape the busty barmaid. They don't linger overlong, the first pair fucking her for perhaps only a minute before they both thrust in and let out howls. Tifa's eyes widen and she renews her struggles as the knot of the wolf up front swells in her mouth, locking her in place, no doubt leaving her just barely able to breath around the hot red ball forces her jaw wide and the shaft continuously gushes cum down her bulging throat. The werewolf behind only remains knotted for a moment before pulling out, Tifa's cum-smeared ass gaping wide in the wake of it, and making it all the easier for the next werewolf to shove their cock in, taking their turn at pounding the helpless fighter's asshole. Three more wolves rape her steadily looser and more overused ass before the one in her mouth's knot finally goes down enough for him to pull out, Tifa coughing and spluttering, cum dribbling down her chin.\n\nBut there's no real respite as she's finally hauled downward, forced to straddle another wolf that finally claims her pussy, Tifa crying out and instinctively arching her back, pressing her big bare tits against the big fuzzy ones of the futa werewolf beneath her, who quickly grabs her ass and starts thrusting up into her, forcing her to bounce atop the big red rocket claiming her cunt. She doesn't have to wait long before her mouth and ass are filled again, however, wolves even moving in to grab her hands and force them to wrap around slick wolf pricks, the gangbanged barmaid seemingly starting to jerk both of them off without thinking. As she falls more and more into being a willing victim of her gang rape, the wolf pack grows more excited, some of them even grabbing her hair and yanking it free of its loose ponytail to wrap locks of it around their pricks, jerking themselves off wit the shining brown locks until inevitably spraying thick loads into her hair, matting it with thick white goo.\n\nBy the time she's repositioned again, all resistance is obviously gone, and Tifa does nothing but moan whorishly as she's turned face-up and a big canine cock is slid effortlessly up her butt. Two wolves move in between her legs, one pushing into her cum-sodden cunt, the other pushing their throbbing red rocket into her ass alongside the one already in it, forcing the virtually destroyed hole tight and taut again around the pair of pricks. Tifa shudders, eyes rolling some, though briefly they focus and go wide again as two more wolves move in from the sides, and rather than urging her to jerk them off or going for her mouth, press the pointed tips of their pricks to her fat, stiff nipples. "N-no, wait-!" she starts to beg, only to throw her head back, eyes rolling as both of them thrust forward hard, burying themselves up to the knot, her nipples stretched wide around the glistening shafts. Her lips, however, curl up in a brainless smile of pleasure as they begin to thrust, her breasts wobbling and shaking with the movements, heavy, furry balls slapping against them. "Yes, fuck my tits, yes, yes!" she squeals, obviously barely aware of what she's saying, face a mindless mask of pleasure with jutted tongue and rolled eyes as the five canine cocks cram into her. "Fuck my fat whore tits with your big doggy dicks fuck yes fuck fuck me fuck!"\n\nHer cries steadily grow less intelligible, trailing off into a wordless animal howl as the werewolves fucking her nipples shove their knots inside her tits and start to cum. She shudders and twitches, giggling hysterically and mewling in orgasm as her belly and womb are pumped full as well, belly steadily swelling... but tits swelling even more noticeably, growing even larger and rounder, wobbling faintly like overfilled waterballoons as the pair of wolves empty their balls inside her breasts.\n\nEventually the wolf pack draws back, leaving Tifa laying in the street, twitching and shuddering, no sign of intelligent thought on her cum-smeared face, her ass, pussy, and nipples all gaping open and steadily dribbling out some of the massive loads of wolf jizz they've been filled with. While you haven't cum yourself, the sight is certainly more than satisfying!\n\n<hr>\n[[New round!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-NewRound]]\n\n[[Finish her!|GG-FF-BB-Tifa-Finish1]]

"Huh?" Leslie blinks in confusion, even as her hands move to undo her shorts, shoving them and her panties down. "What are you talking abWHA?!" She notices now that she's bending over to lift her legs up and out of the shorts, baring her pussy and pert ass to the night air as she drops the clothes aside. "What the hell, what's happening?!" she demands, her voice not getting too loud (thanks to your control) even as she tries to scream, the tanktop quickly pulled off and tossed aside. "I can't stop myself!" she adds in a desperate tone as she toes out of her sneakers and then sneaks to her knees in front of you.\n\n"That's right," you say cheerfully, stepping forward and starting to undo your own jeans, your crotch starting to bulge as you shift things around. By the time you've opened your fly, your panties are strained over an erection that you casually free, the long, thick prick you've grown springing free and waving in front of Leslie's shocked face. She gives a few shocked squeaks as you thump the long shaft against her face a few times. "Because I've been worming my way into your mind all night long, and right now I could make it so you can't even blink if I don't want you to."\n\n"You... you really were-" she says, trembling, her naked body visibly shaking in the warm summer night as she stares up at you.\n\n"Possessed by a demon? 'Consumed' is probably more accurate, but yes. And now... open wide," you interrupt yourself, smirking as Leslie immediately parts her lips, and you press your cock in between them. She gags, her eyes starting to water as you grab the sides of her head and pull her forward, not stopping until her chin is pressing against your panty-covered balls and her lips are around the root of your throbbing prick. "And now, I'm going to fuck you in all three of your holes, right here, on the sidewalk, where anyone could see us," you coo as you begin lightly thrusting your hips. Of course, you can sense that no one is actually around, but she doesn't need to know that. "And watch you cumming your brains out as you get your mouth, pussy, and ass raped. You can already feel it, right? The influence of my aura and my mind in yours, making it feel sooooo good to have my prick pumping away in your throat, hmm?"\n\nLeslie gags and tries to give muffled protests around your prick, but arousal is already trickling down her inner thighs. Her hands press halfheartedly at your hips in a futile attempt to push you away, her eyes rolling a little and body trembling as she's forced to take pleasure from getting facefucked and having her throatpussy violated.\n\n"Mmm, that's right. And once I'm done fucking you, I'm going to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-send you home naked."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-make you forget all about it."|GGHH]]\n\n[["-eat your soul."|GGHH]]

Leslie's the one who will be an issue, if you decide you want to stick with the illusion that you're Cyan for any real amount of time. So you project a sense of calm and safety into Leslie's mind... not too much, if she notices herself going from so on-edge to relaxed it might counterintuitively excite her and give the game away. Instead you time a bit of easing of her tensions with one of her attempts to convince herself she imagined what she saw, making it simply seem effective. Though you're pretending not to be watching her, you still notice some of the tension ease out of her shoulders and back, the blonde girl settling a bit more comfortably into place on the floor.\n\nAs the four of you chatter and laugh, with Leslie ever more naturally joining in with the banter, you continue your manipulations, with it being easier to work yourself into her head with every slight bit she relaxes. You're able to gradually start editing her memory of you, toning down the aspects of your transformation until it really is just images of her friend Cyan doing a particularly good job of flailing around and shrieking like a banshee. A few hints of embarrassment added to the memories help Leslie cringe at herself for ever being afraid in the first place.\n\nEventually it gets late (or early) enough and the novelty of sitting around in the house that the mortals think isn't really haunted wears off, and the little group all decides to head home. You and Leslie bid goodbye to the boys at one intersection, and continue on through the still fairly dark night, secure in the idea that this is a safe part of town (for Leslie, you're secure in the fact that you could pretty much take off any mortal's head even without transforming). \n\n"Geez, you didn't have to scare me like that earlier," Leslie says in a sheepish tone, glancing at you with an embarrassed grin on her face.\n\n"Sorry~," you chirp, resisting the urge to grin wolfishly. Silly girl. "Oh, we're getting close to your block, so-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-goodnight!"|GGHH24x1]]\n\n[["-take off your clothes and get down on your knees."|GGHH16x3]]

You fall into step behind Leslie, trying to keep your footfalls light and unintimidating, ratcheting down your smile to an easygoing one (with your lips closed) before she looks over at you. She still looks a little jumpy, moving slightly faster than necessary even as you follow her up the stairs into the (relatively) better lit and less spooky main house, but at least she hasn't screamed and bolted. Well, yet. You'd like at least a little more chance to settle into this body before leaping right into things... or perhaps you'll just find a more interesting way of causing wickedness. \n\n"So what'd you two do?" Jack asks as the pair of you come wandering back into the main hall, Kev busy fiddling with his camera. "We went and looked around the kitchen for a bit, and I wanted to go out and look at the pool but he said it looked too slick."\n\n"I swear I saw black mold," Kev grumps as he looks up from the swivel screen.\n\n"We took a look around the basement, where they filmed the demon summoning scene," you reply casually, pretending not to notice Leslie eyeing you a little suspiciously. "It was pretty spooky down there, huh, Les?"\n\n"Yeah," she answers, edging away from you a little before walking over to sit down.\n\nHm. Seems she's not entirely over it. You grin as you walk over and accept a can of beer from Jack, settling yourself into place. You can sense their thoughts bubbling around, Jack's full of excitement but mostly hopes of lewdness, Kev's more focused on the idea of excitement and supernatural adventure (and, somewhere in the background, lewdness), but Leslie's obviously still struggling to convince herself she didn't see her friend turn into a demon. Obviously you'll need to resolve this one way or another, and if subtlety is the game, some mental manipulation makes the most sense. Probably best to focus on either getting some greater control over the boys (via those naughty thoughts) or to getting Leslie calmed down and under control.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on Leslie.|GGHH16x2]]\n\n[[Focus on the boys.|GGHH17x1]]

You should talk to Lil. Lil seemed really nice. And hot. She was nice and hot. Also nicely hot. Yeah.\n\nYou wander over towards the front area of the apartment, and soon enough find her... 'holding court' is the term that seems to apply best. She's sitting on a long low table, one leg folded over the other, looking cheerful and relaxed as a good handful of men surround her, obviously trying to get her attention with their conversation, their faces lighting up with slightly smug grins whenever she turns her smile to them and replies. You make your way over, finding yourself slotting into the circle without trying too hard, albeit not really joining in the conversation, your somewhat addled brain having stalled out on your original intent when you came over.\n\n"Hm? Oh, if it isn't Jamie," Lil suddenly says, voice just as calm and gently cheerful as ever as she spots you. She sets down her drink and leans forward, snagging your wrist and pulling you past the circle and a bit closer to her. You grin sheepishly at her, and do your best not to shrink under the annoyed gazes of the boys that had been dancing attention on her before. "Hello there. Everyone, this is Will's little brother Jamie." At the somewhat muttered acknowledgements, with a few of them trying for more genial greetings, she continues, "Oh, you've been having a little to drink, have you?"\n\n"Ah... yeah," you admit, glancing down at the bottle in your hand.\n\n"Well, it's alright for everyone to indulge sometimes," she says easily, lightly brushing her hands over your shoulders and making you shiver a bit. "As long as you're having fun, hm?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you agree with a quick nod.\n\n"Are you having fun at the party? No?" she prompts at your hesitation, before she tsks softly at your slow shake of the head. "Poor dear, you're really not a 'party person', are you? Here, come sit with me," she urges, patting the table beside her.\n\nTrying to ignore the glares of the others that range from 'subtle' to 'near death beam', you nervously settle yourself down on the flat wood. You blush brightly as Lil slips a hand around your shoulders and tugs you in against her side, your shoulder nudging up against your chest lightly. You actually feel one of her breasts compress a little, and again get the sense that they're much bigger than she's letting on with her current clothes. The smell of her... cinnamon, vanilla, and something flowery you can't place... wraps around your head, making you almost as fuzzy as the beer as she gently rubs your shoulder, somehow simultaneously relaxing you and working you up with just that light slide of her fingertips over your skin through the layer of cloth.\n\n"You're a quiet boy, aren't you, Jamie?" she says with gentle sympathy, still smiling at you but a bit of a sad look on her face as she looks over at you.\n\n"I... y-yeah, I guess."\n\n"Have trouble talking to people, don't you?"\n\n"Yeah," you admit, finding it easier this time as you actually look into her eyes through her glasses. You find yourself almost locked there as she reaches up and slips said glasses off, setting them aside as she smiles more brightly at you and moves her hand up to stroke your hair a bit instead.\n\n"But you're not having trouble talking to me now, are you?"\n\n"No," you allow, actually feeling yourself relax even more as you look into those bright brown eyes, feeling safe and secure, and no longer caring about the ring of older boys around you annoyed that you've stolen the attention of the beauty sitting next to you.\n\n"That's right, I'm very easy to talk to, everyone says it." She turns her hand and gives your nose a soft tap with one fingertip, giggling softly. "It's why people like me so much. You like me too, don't you?"\n\n"Uh-huh," you agree a bit dreamily.\n\n"And I bet you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" she coos, leaning in a bit closer to your face, her hand sliding down to cup your chin and tilting your head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes, absolutely.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Well, not ANYthing.|QOBro]]

"Alright, I guess." This feels like you're committing some sort of animal cruelty, but the kitten just seems <i>so</i> excited about the chips. You set it back in the box and spend a moment figuring out the chip bag, which apparently does have a seam down the front to allow it to rest flat when opened that way. You stare at the brightly-colored, fruity-salty smelling chips for a moment, then shrug and squat down again, setting the bag in the box with the kitten. "Whoa," you say with a blink as it immediately pounces forward and starts chowing down on the chips like a little miniature Unicron spotting a planet of robot people.\n\nIt actually takes hardly any time before the kitten has completely eaten the bag of chips, its little pink tongue licking at the shiny silver inside of the bag. It straightens up and lets out a surprisingly loud burp, which causes it to hop in place and its little striped tail to puff out for a second, before it lets out a contented sigh. "Hoo! I've been wanting to try that flavor for days!"\n\n"... Eh?" you say flatly, staring at the kitten... and continuing to do so as it floats into the air, its legs dangling and back arched as if it had been picked up by an invisible pair of hands around its middle. \n\n"You showed up at just the right time and place with just what was needed! You definitely have what it takes to be a magical girl!"\n\nYour eyes go flat as you stare at the talking kitten hovering in front of your face. "You know, really, at this point I'm mostly just upset with myself for not seeing this coming."\n\n"Eh?"\n\n"Nevermind."\n\n"But, but listen!" Apparently trying to recover from your out-of-standard reaction, the kitten points a little red paw at you. "It's obvious you have the special spark necessary! You have to accept the power and become a magical girl to defend the world from evil! You just have to!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope.|GGJS]]\n\n[[Fiiiine.|GGJS]]

Okay you'll take the next bus and maybe get there just barely in time, you have to pet a kitty, you need the stress reduction.\n\nYou turn and step over to the box, squatting down (and halfway down altering your method as you remind yourself you're wearing a skirt, something you don't do that often) and leaning forward. You blink a little at the sight of the kitten looking up at you, tail flicking eagerly. It's... red. Not like auburn-colored, it's like actual red. With tiger stripes. "The heck is Japan doing with pet breeding?" you murmur.\n\n"Meoooooow!" the kitten answers in a positively lyrical tone.\n\nWell, it seems friendly enough, weird genetic mutant or not. You bring your hand in close and it shows no signs of hissing, scratching, or bolting, so you go ahead and put your hand on its head and start rubbing, melting a little as it starts purring. "Awwwwww!" Unable to help yourself, you pick the little red critter up and stand, tucking it against your shoulder. "You sure are a sweet little thing," you coo as the purring kitten rubs its head against your chin. Then you blink as it turns its head, then starts wiggling excitedly. "Hm? What is it? You wanna get down?"\n\n"Mya! Mya mya, mya, mya mya!" the cat practically squeaks, waving its paw in an almost grabbing-like motion...\n\n... at the bag of chips?\n\n"... You can't be serious."\n\n"Myaaaaaa!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, no way.|GGJS]]\n\n[[... Okay?|GGJS1x5]]

Obviously it's just a thing that plays a projected video on demand, probably doesn't need anyone in attendance so whatever college student they hired is probably slacking off. Besides, these things look pretty sci-fi and cool, you can't resist the urge to climb into one and settle in any longer than necessary! Taking the small steps, you ease yourself over and then flop down in the pod, squirming into place on the seat before hitting the start button. The top slowly lowers over you, clicking into place, before one of those pretty but mildly generic 'amusement park narration' female voices starts speaking.\n\n"Hello, and welcome to Animal Adventure! This immersive experience will allow you to take the part of an animal in its native habitat, fully experiencing their environment, biology, and social interactions in a way that our research fungineers assure us is maximized for your entertainment! Please select which animal you'd like to experience life as by speaking the name aloud."\n\nThe white surface above you lights up with a list of animal names in boxes, apparently waiting on you to read them over and announce your choice.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wolf.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Lion.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Tiger.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Bear.|ALAA]]\n\n(Oh my.)\n\n[[Dolphin.|ALAA1x2]]\n\n[[Shark.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Zebra.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Jaguar.|ALAA]]

"Oh, oh fuck yes, cum in me, cum in my pussy, yes, fuck!" you gasp out, bucking yourself back against him, slamming your ass against the thrusts of his hips, your cunt quivering around him in eager expectation of his load.\n\nJack groans loudly as he thrusts forward, burying his cock deep inside you and grinding his hips against your ass as he begins spilling his load. His body shudders lightly as he empties his balls into you, your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling out with the intensity of your orgasm, your mind consumed with thoughts of having potent spunk dumped into your virile teenage pussy. Distantly you can hear Leslie squealing and crying, "Yes, cum in me, cum in me, knock me up, knock my bitch cunt up with your cum, yes, <i>fuck</i>!"\n\nGradually, as you come down off your orgasm, your head clears... and your face flushes bright red. You look over your shoulder at Jack, who's also gained a rather shocked look, and sort of draws back from you, his limp cock sliding out of your pussy and flopping in a small gush of cum. Leslie's eyes bug open, and she goes scrambling off of Kev, opening and closing her mouth a few times as if unable to actually think of anything to say. All four of you exchange nervous glances... then a rather forced laugh.\n\n"Um... I guess... something just came over us?" you say sheepishly, trying desperately to brush it off and to not focus on the feeling of Jack's cum running down your inner thighs. \n\n"Guess so," Jack says dryly, glancing away and rubbing the back of his head.\n\n"... Maybe this is one of those things we, uh, don't repeat, and don't mention. Like ever," Leslie murmurs, her face bright red as she hurries over to her clothes... then slinks behind one of the chairs to get dressed.\n\n"R-right," Kev says nervously, starting to pull on his own pants.\n\nThe four of you continue to make some nervous jokes to cover for everything, but it's clear the evening has come to an end once you're all dressed. Everyone tries very hard not to act uncomfortable or like anything out of the ordinary happened as you head back upstairs and gather your things, and you do your best to ignore the feeling of Jack's jizz soaking into your already damp panties as you walk home alone in the dark.\n\nIt's still fairly early in the AM when you quietly slip into the house and make your way up to your room, flopping out on your back on your bed and sighing. "What the hell?" you murmur to yourself, blushing again. Not exactly how you planned on losing your virginity... though admittedly it felt <i>really</i> good. Still, you can't believe you didn't even think about making Jack use a condom... you're pretty sure he had some, 'cause, well, Jack. Still, how likely are you to have gotten pregnant from just one bout of sex, the first time?\n\nYou suddenly gasp and arch your back as a strange, intensely pleasurable sensation runs through you. Your whole body trembles, and you stare down at yourself as your flat belly begins to swell and rise. It bulges out, pushing up your t-shirt gradually as it gets larger and larger. The lower part of it presses on the button of your jeans until it pops open, the zipper sliding halfway down as your stomach continues to grow larger and rounder, the skin taut around whatever's inside. Your body twitches and writhes in orgasm throughout, your eyes rolling and tongue jutting as your pussy once again soaks through your panties and into the crotch of your jeans.\n\nFinally it stops and you're allowed to slump against the bed, panting and trembling, trying to collect your wits. When you finally look down at yourself, you tremble a little with shock and fear. You look full-term pregnant... with twins. Your belly is huge and rather heavy, and you can feel that there's definitely something inside as you struggle to sit up. You notice your tits have swollen too, having grown to at least DD-cups, your t-shirt soaked through in the area around your stiff nipples.\n\n"... The fuck?" you squeak in a high voice through your tight throat.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to get some help!|GGHH14x2]]\n\n[[Maybe it will go away on its own!|GGHH]]

"P-pussy," you moan out. "My... pussy."\n\n"Ah, I see. You wish to have my children then, very well."\n\nYour eyes widen, not having quite realized that's what you were agreeing to with your choice. Then your widened eyes roll halfway up in your head as Eve suddenly rams her thick prick all the way into your pussy in one go, slamming the big thing into you without care. And yet your pussy accepts it, whatever that gel is allowing it to shove home as smoothly as if your cunt had been designed and made for it. Eve grabs hold of your waist and begins pounding into you, driving you against the desk and making you cry out, both at the feel of her cock pumping so deeply into you and at her hips slapping against your switch-marked ass through your fingers.\n\n"Feel free to moan and cry out all you like," Eve says, still keeping her voice as calm as ever despite the added breathiness that's slipped in. As you begin yowling your mingled pleasure and pain to the office, she leans forward and starts putting more of her body into her thrusts, her tits jiggling and bouncing beneath the thin material of her top. "That's right, let me know how it feels. You've been wanting this for some time, haven't you? To be my little bitch."\n\n"Nnnh, yes!" you gasp out, since some part of you has been thinking of it at least since you walked into the office, and now you can't deny that you're loving that thick brown cock pounding your sodden pink pussy. You cry out, not caring if people in the other offices can hear you as you're driven against the desk, your tits pressing against it through your top.\n\n"If only the Silver Star Elves could see you now," Eve continues, with some obvious vindictive glee in her voice, her hips driving forward harder and faster, voice becoming hotter and more eager as she takes you. "Their darling little prodigy, bent over a lowly Solar Elf's desk and begging to be filled with her children." She yanks one of your hands away and delivers a stinging slap to your already marked ass, making you shriek and have a small orgasm, your pussy fluttering around her girthy prick. "Beg for my children, bitch!" she snaps, finally losing that calm, superior officer demeanor for a moment.\n\n"Fuck, fuck! Fill me with your babies!" you wail, a hard shudder running through your body. You hear Eve give a loud grunt and shove forward hard, grinding her hips against your reddened ass as she spills such a hot, thick load into you that you can feel it spreading inside you like it's seeping into your entire body. Your eyes roll up again, tongue lolling out as you cum so hard you see spots.\n\nYou go limp against the desk as Eve pulls out of you, your knocked-up pussy gaping open slightly and dribbling cum. Taking just a moment to compose herself again, Eve is once again all business as she rounds the desk, even as she turns and presents her still mostly-hard cock to your face. You lift your cheek out of the small puddle of drool you created and obediently obey the unspoken command to wrap your lips around the head, suckling and licking it clean of her potent jizz and your pussy juice. "Now, as to the mission. You are hereby directed to sign and thumbprint this document," Eve says calmly, bringing up a white rectangle with text on it next to you on the desk. "Merely standard forms reclassifying you from 'Bounty Hunter' to 'Breeding Vessel' and from 'Human' to 'Domestic Animal'. And obviously once this has been done, I can file the forms claiming ownership of you."\n\nMoaning lowly around Eve's cock, a pleasurable shudder running through your pussy and heightening the sting of your asscheeks, you reach over to scrawl on the line and press your thumb to the box next to it, legally turning yourself into Eve's very pregnant property.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGMS2xEnd]]

The underwater episodes of nature documentaries are always the coolest, and they're probably even moreso with this sort of VR experience. "Dolphin!"\n\n"Prepare to experience the life of a dolphin. Beginning your animal adventure!"\n\nYou blink a little as the inside of the pod starts glowing, then gives a bright flash... and you yelp as you realize that your clothes have just vanished. Before you can even really take that in, there's another flash, and you find yourself suddenly plunged into dark, cold water, thrashing in disorientation and panic.\n\nStill, amidst everything, you can feel yourself begin to change, your skin growing sleek and smooth, turning pale shades of grey. Your face starts to push outward into a short, blunt muzzle as part of your back pushes outward, forming into a thick dorsal fin, while other, smaller fins sprout from along your limbs and close to your ankles. You suddenly have a better idea which way is up and turn towards it, pushing yourself towards the surface, not making much headway until you can feel the strange sensation of your spin elongating and pushing out, a thick tail growing and two broad flukes spreading out from the base. You give your new tail a few pumps along with your swimming and soon find yourself bursting to the surface, gasping in a deep breath of air... and dealing with the strange sensation of oxygen rushing into your lungs not only through your mouth and the slits on your new muzzle, but through an opening on your back.\n\n"The female dolphin surfaces, having found it necessary to make a brief sojourn to the breathing world to fill its lungs with oxygen," the narrative voice speaks up, though you can't immediately pinpoint where the sound is coming from. "A single quick breath will suffice it for up to a week below the waves."\n\nThat... absolutely doesn't sound right, but you're a little busy trying to figure out what happened to you. You seem to be able to float where you are fairly effortlessly, and take a look down at yourself, trying to get used to occasionally catching sight of your new muzzle in the process. You're shiny, slick-looking, and very naked. Your whole body looks like it's been reshaped for swimming, but you are at least still human in shape, with arms and legs, and after a quick check, hair on your head (though it's turned white). After a brief thought, you press a hand between your legs... you can still feel your sex there, though it's a firm, unyielding line between thick lips. Sealed up tight, and you suppose as the saying goes, your ass must be equally watertight. This is what they meant by experiencing the life of an animal?! You've actually become some sort of... person-dolphin hybrid?!\n\n"The dolphin hesitates, considering its next move," the narrator continues, which is really weird and kind of annoying. If you were going to get some disembodied voice following you arround narratign your actions, couldn't it at least be Morgan Freeman?! "It is all alone, and the ocean is vast. Will it seek out a pod of other dolphins and attempt to join... or will it risk it all to continue alone, keeping its independence?"\n\nUh... well, okay, annoying though it may be, the narrator has a point. Since you've been thrust into this situation and you somehow doubt shouting at the sky will do anything to get you out of it (unless this really is all a simulation, in which case why not have fun with it?), you do have a choice to make, and it sounds like the ones the narrator mentioned are pretty workable.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find a pod.|ALAA]]\n\n[[Stay independent.|ALAA]]

You stroll through the small demiplane that your father gifted you for destroying the Teen Titans, taking in the 'morning' sights. It's just a few thousand acres in size, but it's yours, and you have complete control over it and its contents, so what more could anyone need?\n\nYou stop in at the barn as is your daily ritual, smiling at the sight that greets you. You've arrived just as one of the beasts is finishing with what's left of Starfire. Oh, she's as bodily whole as she ever was, but neither her eyes nor the brainless smile on her face indicates anything like sentient thought. Even the eager, panting whimpers she makes are more animal than person. Her ass and pussy both gape open from the number of different cocks they've had fucking them over the last fifty years, her breasts full and heavy, constantly oozing milk from the thick, distended nipples.\n\nIdly you give the orange-hided horse about to mount her a mental nudge, and it instantly becomes an orange-hided rhino, the armored creature ramming its even larger and more inhuman cock into her pussy. The broken little slut that was once Princess Koriand'r gives a squeal of pleasure as her offspring's dick stuffs itself into her well-used cunt and starts pumping away, eager to impregnate her yet again with... great-grandchildren? Great-great-great-grandchildren? You haven't been keeping track, nor do you particularly care.\n\nHeading back to the sprawling castle you more properly call home, you make your way back to your bedroom to see if the others are up. You smile at the noise of moaning and fucking emenating from the area of the bed, sauntering over and leaning against one of the posts. The slender grey-skinned girl with elaborate black markings covering her arms and legs pants eagerly as she drives her cock into the curvaceous Raven below her, every thrust into the older half-demon's ass forcing milk to spurt out of her heavy tits and onto the sheets. The teenaged-appearance girl glances over, deep blue hair flicking around her shoulders as she gives you a wolfish grin. "Good morning, Mother."\n\n"Good morning, Grackle. Making some early use of the slave, are we?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm," Grackle moans, driving her cock all the harder into her other parent's asshole, Raven gasping out loudly as her daughter's member drives her over the edge again.\n\n"Well, don't hog her today, you know your sisters like to be able to use it too." Even as you say it, you climb onto the bed and pull your loincloth aside, stuffing your own stiff member into Raven's already open and compliant mouth, the former superhero eagerly gulping and licking at you as you start raping her throat.\n\nDoing activities together with the family is important, after all.\n\n<b>Rook</b> end - <i>The treachery of technicalities</i>

"Alright, put Eve through then," you answer, deciding to put the erroneous distress call out of your mind.\n\nA moment later a holoscreen appears in front of you, showing a chest-up view of an even more well-endowed woman than you, though she's wearing an immaculate white uniform, has brown skin, white hair, and long, backswept pointed ears. She blinks fire-colored eyes at you, and you notice her brown cheeks shift to a warmer hue. About then you recall that you didn't put on more normal clothing before leaving your quarters. Oops.\n\nStill, apparently Eve is determined to be professional, and clears her throat. "Hunter Ihde, there is an urgent matter that requires our attention. Please make your way to Outpost 961 to be briefed on this assignment."\n\n"Understood. I'll be there as soon as possible," you reply with your best attempt at a crisp nod.\n\n"Thank you. Specialist Eve out." You notice her reach forward for the control on her computer, but think you catch just the barest hint of hesitation and her eyes flicking downward before the screen disappears. Hm, well.\n\nGlancing upward, you say, "JADIS, set course for Outpost 961 please."\n\n"Understood. ETA two hours."\n\nYou head back to your quarters and spend the time finding something to wear (a pair of tight black pants and a sleeveless blue and grey garment with a flap that fastens to the side, it looks vaguely uniform and professional) and reviewing what files JADIS has on Specialist Eve. Apparently you've been working with her for about two years now, and she's a Solar Elf. Apparently Solar Elves were a servitor race of the Silver Star Elves a long, long, <i>long</i> time ago but were granted independence when they asked for it in an utterly peaceful transfer of power... and yet have seemingly held onto a bit of resentment of some kind, like a racial inferiority complex. Log entries show that Eve has repeatedly tried to push you around and assert herself over you... since there are no Silver Star Elves left, maybe she feels like being dominant over you is the next best thing. Geez.\n\nPulling on a pair of boots, you make your way out of your quarters and sit in the seat, the whirling spiral of lights outside the viewport flashing and becoming a number of colorful points instead, with a large ring-shaped space station with a number of thin 'spokes' heading to a needle-shaped middle section hanging in the center. A number of ships are docked around the edge of the ring, and as you watch one disengages and starts to pull away.\n\n"Curious," JADIS's voice comments quietly.\n\n"Hm?" You glance up and to the side. "What is it, JADIS?"\n\n"Though the transponder signal is entirely different, that ship almost exactly matches the configuration of one owned by a known Reaping Ones contact."\n\n"Reaping Ones?" You blink. "You mean the ones that decimated the Silver Star Elf homeworld?"\n\n"Correct. I cannot be absolutely sure, but I believe this person may be one of their 'lackies'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow them.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Not your fight.|GGMS2x4]]

A grin slowly steals over your face. "Yeah, sorry JADIS... think that answer's gonna be the same now. This is way too cool to just kick back somewhere and let life run its course."\n\n"Very well." Though the voice is still rather cold, you detect a thread of long-suffering resignation.\n\n"So do we have a home base, or...?"\n\n"The Belladonna is as close as you have. Generally I would set course for the core systems to make data transmission and travel to anywhere we were summoned for a bounty, while you cleaned up and rested."\n\n"Let's go ahead with that, sounds good. Thanks JADIS," you answer with a grin.\n\n"Of course. I've lit a light over the door to your quarters so you know which it is."\n\nPushing up out of the chair, you turn and make your way back down the hall, stopping in front of the door with the white light glowing above it and pressing your thumb to the pad next to it. The door slides away, revealing a somewhat small and simple bedroom area, some sort of mattress with blue and white sheets and multiple pillows, a wardrobe and dresser, another door that you assume leads to the restroom. You reach up to feel around the edge of your suit, but can't find anything like a zipper or seam. "Uh, JADIS?" you call, raising your voice slightly. "How do I...?"\n\n"They're disposable, just tear it off," the cool tones of JADIS's voice answer.\n\nYou blink, then shrug. Well, if that's how it do. You grab hold of the neck of the suit and pull with both hands, feeling it stretch and then eventually tear, your tits bouncing as they spill free once the tear passes down far enough. You keep pulling until the rip is past your crotch, then peel the suit and connected boots off of your legs and arms. Glancing around, you find a small panel in the wall and press on it, tossing the torn suit into the opening that it creates. Since JADIS didn't stop you, you'll assume that works. It's a little weird to think of the AI watching you as you stand naked in your quarters, but well, what are you gonna do? You look yourself over... yep, definitely older, and a lot curvier. You find a mirror in the bathroom and look yourself over. You still look like yourself, blue-dyed tips and all, just like a kind of wet dream version of yourself. Still some nice muscle tone. You turn around to try and check out your butt and notice that you also have a gleaming metallic eight-pointed silver star on your lower back. It looks less like a tramp stamp and more like, well, embossing.\n\nShrugging, you take a quick shower, then rummage in the wardrobe for a pair of panties and a loose tanktop that barely covers your chest before flopping into bed. Despite your excitement to get started on a brand new life, you soon fall asleep, finding the bed surprisingly comfy. Apparently bed technology is highly advanced in this universe. Eventually you wake up to a gentle yet insistent chiming, mmfing and rubbing your eyes as you sit up. "What is it, JADIS?" you ask with a yawn.\n\n"There is a distress signal coming in, you should likely see to it."\n\nPushing yourself a bit reluctantly out of bed, you snag a ponytail tie from the bedside table and pull your hair back as you pad out of the bedroom and back onto the bridge. Settling into the captain's chair, you ask, "Where's the signal from?"\n\n"Actually, it was just canceled. Someone sent a 'mistaken signal' notice... unusual, though, with how long the distress pulse was sent for." There's another chime from one of the consoles, and JADIS continues. "In any event, I am now receiving another signal, this one actually directed at us from our IIA liaison, Eve."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the call from Eve.|GGMS2x3]]\n\n[[Look into the distress call.|GGMS]]

"Why don't we spend the day by the pool?" you suggest, rubbing a hand along the top of his head. "The exercise will be good for us both, and I'll get to spend some time with you." \n\n"Yeah, sure," he answers, shrugging a bit, slipping out from under your hands and heading for the stairs. "I'll go get changed."\n\nYou watch him go, almost absently licking your lips as you idly picture him in his swim trunks. Shaking it off, you head upstairs to your room, peeling off your shirt and shorts and padding naked to your chest of drawers, large tits swaying and then hanging down as you bend over to open them up. You briefly lament your lack of truly sexy swimwear. It's difficult enough for you to find it in your size that really all you have is the one black bikini, and it's relatively modest. Well, as modest as anything can be on you.\n\nYou stand in front of the mirror and hold the black cloth top up in front of your breasts. It goes straight down across the front of them in two wide straps before connecting to a string at the bottom that goes around your chest. It does look nice on you... though admittedly it's no trio of little triangles, since the bottoms actually cover your generous rear and the entirety of your crotch when worn. You glance towards the window as the outdoor speakers start up with some classic rock station, indicating that Ken is probably already outside and lounging by the pool waiting for you.\n\nYou glance back at the mirror, then lower the bikini away from your front, eyeing the light tanlines you have in its shape from several prior pool sessions already this summer and spring. Well. You could go out in the nude. Nothing is actually stopping you, and it might send a fairly clear signal to your son about your intentions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the bikini.|Marei]]\n\n[[Don't wear it.|Marei]]

"Mm, I'm gonna be Daddy's girl," you coo, wiggling your hips a little as you lean in towards him, smiling wickedly as you see a flash of heat in his red-glowing eyes. "A good, obedient girl who does whatever. Daddy. Wants."\n\n"Is that so?" he almost growls, reaching up a hand slowly to take hold of the back of your hair, then tightening his fist and pulling a bit, making you give a delighted gasp. He half-pulls, half-pushes you to your knees in front of him, leaning your head in towards the front of his pants, where there's already a noticeable bulge. "I think you know what to do then, hm?"\n\nMoaning softly in agreement, you reach up to undo the laces, tugging them open and fishing out his mostly-hard blue-black shaft, stroking it as you lean in to lick at the base of it. More implanted memories wash over you, memories of peeking on him in the bathing area, glimpses of him getting dressed, nights spent dreaming of being on your knees in front of him and wrapping your mouth around his prick. This time, you give yourself over to them, letting them sink in and treating them as real, enjoying the extra thrill they send through you as you press your lips to the side of his long, slender shaft and run them and your tongue up and down it. Your hands move to run up and down his thighs, then down to pull off your sash and undo the ties of your panties, letting them drop to the floor and reveal your glistening pink pussy tucked in between puffy gray lips.\n\nAt an urging from low in your father's throat, you move your head up and slide your lips over the head of his cock, rolling your eyes up to watch his face as you slowly swirl your tongue around it again and again. His lips are lightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded, but there's such a look of calm satisfaction there that it sends a shiver through you. He slides his hand out of your hair and you take a moment to lean back and actually pull your tunic off, baring your body completely save for the stockings still sheathing your legs, then lean back in and slide your mouth over him again, this time starting to bob your head, always watching your beloved father's face as you work yourself further and further down his prick. When it nudges the back of your throat, you push forward and find very little in the way of a gag reflex, instead just letting him slide into your throat easily. Encouraged by that and the low moan of pleasure he gives, you just keep steadily pushing downwards until your lower lip is pressed against the base of his balls, his entire length sheathed in your mouth and throat. \n\nPulling up and off it with a soft gasp, you wrap a hand around the spit-slicked shaft and stroke it smoothly, cooing up at him, "Am I good girl, Daddy?" before dropping your head to start nuzzling and licking at his balls. He strokes a hand over your hair, staring down at you with a pure blaze of lust in those black and red eyes.\n\n"You are a <i>very</i> good girl, daughter," he murmurs back, before suddenly pulling on your hair again to haul you up as he comes to his feet. Shifting his grip to your upper arm, he tugs you along and practically tosses you onto the bed. He takes a few moments to slowly and deliberately undress, letting you watch hungrily as he bares his sleek but well-developed chest and slides those pants off and down, before he prowls up onto the bed, blue-black body moving with all the feline grace of a hungry panther. He moves in above you, his hand sliding to cup your pussy, your back arching lightly and a moan spilling from your lips as he slides two fingers inside and slowly swirls them around. "A good, but extremely slutty, daughter," he adds, smirking down at you as you writhe from his thumb lightly working your clit.\n\nOnly once you've cum twice, your pussy clenching around his fingers, does he pull out and grab your thighs, hauling them closer and urging you to wrap your legs around him. You don't even try to question the memories of having wanted this for years as he leans down on top of you, toned chest pressing to your tits as he slides inside you, your arms wrapping around him tightly as his cock slides in deep. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me," you mewl eagerly as he begins pumping his hips, working your already sensitive and sopping sex into a quivering frenzy. Your glowing blue eyes roll up as he starts fucking you against the mattress, your heels digging into him a bit as you urge him to pound you harder. "Daddy, your cock's so good, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"\n\n"If you continue to be a good daughter, I'll fuck you often and well, pet," your father coos, leaning in to nip one of your ears, which makes you cry out and jerk your hips up towards him, your pussy spasming around his pistoning prick in orgasm. His teeth continue nipping and dragging at your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, and occasionally back up to your apparently sensitive ears, each time making you cum, until your world's a warm ruddy haze of pleasure that almost goes white with the feeling of his prick spasming inside you. You wind up slumping to the bed, panting and shivering under your father's body... only for him to raise up, pull out of you, and flip you over, grabbing your hips to haul your ass into the air. With your face against the sheets, you look over your shoulder at him, then gasp loudly at the feel of his cum-lubed cock pressing your tight rear hole open, sliding deep into your ass and then starting to thrust, one of his hands gripping your hair and pressing your face against the bed, the other swinging in to spank your ass between thrusts.\n\nAnd that's how you spend the rest of the day, Alrid fucking you however he likes, with you reveling in the new memories of having wanted him to fuck you however he likes for years, until you've stopped bothering to remember that they're false. As he finishes fucking your mouth for the fifth time and pulls out, stroking himself to completion all over your face, you let out a soft moan of "I love you, Daddy," before drifting off to sleep. \n\nYou wake up and blink a few times, sitting up. You're in your own bed, and considerably cleaner than you expected to be considering the state you went to sleep in. After a moment you shrug and head into the adjoining bathing area, showering and drying off with a luxurious towel, then checking the wardrobe to find it full of clothing in your size... you wonder if your father had it tailored overnight or if he's had his pet witch on clothing duty. Snickering a bit at the thought of Maril calmly and without complaint turning her considerable magic skills to making you a wide array of clothes, you select a purple silk robe that barely comes down to your hips and leaves quite a bit of your chest bare, belting it only lightly before padding barefoot downstairs. You find your father in the kitchen, already eating, and move to peck him on the cheek before taking a seat. "Morning, Daddy."\n\n"Daughter," he greets formally, glancing over at the servant at the stove and giving a nod, before looking back at you. "Sleep well?"\n\n"Mm-hmmm," you coo, reaching out to run your toes up and down his own bare leg beneath his robe.\n\n"Good." He smirks, waiting until a plate of food's in front of you before he continues. "Today we'll attend a function at the palace. There I will formally introduce you as my daughter, and we'll gladhand the humans a bit... put on a personable, approachable air, as you said. Hopefully get you introduced to a few of the aristocracy's own offspring. Of course, at some point, I'll likely have you seduce one of them," he notes with a waggle of his fork. "Either the offspring or the nobles themselves. Leverage, bribery... or perhaps an actual match. A full Drow marrying a human for a political alliance is unthinkable, but since you're a halfbreed we would be able to sell it to both sides, I think."\n\n<hr>\n[[If that's what he needs you to do!|GGRogue]]\n\n[[But you only love him!|GGRogue]]

Practically before you've finished speaking you're scrambling up the side of Nabiki's cumbelly, both your tail and pussy giving a bit of a twitch at the lewd sounds of her cumming from your hands and knees sinking in against her bloated stomach. There's no hesitation at all as you lock your mouth against her cunt and start guzzling the cum Happosai pumped into her, tongue reaching in deeper than before, stroking her inner walls more thoroughly in your eagerness to gulp down the tingly, thick, sweet load.\n\nYou shamelessly rub and grind your body against Nabiki's cumbelly as you swallow the jizz, intentionally driving her to spasms of orgasm beyond anything you did to Kasumi. 'Maybe that'll improve your attitude,' you think smugly, alternately smacking her ass or her belly as you drain her of that hot seed. This time it's not your tits you can feel expanding, but something else... a fresh, sweet pressure from the front of your crotch, pushing outward, until you're moaning into Nabiki's cunt as you work your hips to rub your steadily growing cock against her jizz-swollen stomach, balls lightly slapping against it as they get heavier and fuller.\n\nBy the time Nabiki's been drained into a sweaty, twitching, incoherent mess laying flat on the floor, your cock is of a size to match your tits, such that if you just angled it up some you could easily titfuck yourself, your balls hanging heavily at least halfway down your thighs. You lick off your fingers, then decide to hurry on to get to Akane... well, after you take the time to give your new cock a tryout by shoving it down Nabiki's throat and thrusting a few times, letting your balls slap her in the face. It's not like she minds, in fact she suckles and licks greedily at you for those few thrusts, and you're fairly sure you hear a moan of disappointment as you pull out and turn towards the back yard. You have little doubt that the once money-hungry manipulator has been near-permanently transformed into a cock-hungry bimbo.\n\nYou fling the door open and saunter out into the backyard, stopping and watching the sight before you... specifically, the last of Akane's clothes tearing away as her bloated belly expands to at least half again the size of Nabiki's, taking up a significant portion of the backyard, your bitchy fiancee's eyes almost completely rolled up in her head and tongue jutting out, body trembling where it's straddling her stomach. You wait until Happosai's done, the wrinkled Tanuki popping his cock out of her and taking a perch atop his handiwork to sneer down at you. "Oho! Looks like you've gone and absorbed all that magic cum I left behind! Turned yourself into quite the creature of pure lewdness, haven't you, Ranma?" he calls.\n\n"You better believe it, buster," you purr back, striking a pose that accentuates your tits by letting them hang heavily, your cock jutting out from beneath the curve of one, ass sticking out with attention drawn to it by the flicking of your tail. "I'm twice the lewd tanuki you are, and here to put a stop to your rampage."\n\n"Oh? And just how do you think you're going to do that?" Happosai growls, looking annoyed now. "What makes you think you can beat <i>me</i>?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Because you think with your dick."|FRanX]]\n\n[["Because you can't resist me."|FRanX21x2]]\n\n[["Because I'm in charge, <i>slave</i>!"|FRanX]]

"Fine, I'll have a talk with this 'Daddy Mac' guy," you growl. "But he'll be lucky if I don't press charges."\n\nKalua and the security guard exchange glances at that, but don't comment as they lead you back into the hallway and to the elevator. You expect them to hit the button for the lobby again, but instead Kalua presses her thumb against part of the elevator panel and the car begins rising.\n\nYou step out into a penthouse that puts your room, or indeed any room you've ever been in, to shame with its sheer excess and style. Even then it's hard not to wind up staring at who you assume has to be Daddy Mac. He's a big black guy, as in "bear"-style big, his chest and even his belly almost as hairy as his head is bald. He's got on an impressive assortment of gold necklaces, rings, and even a gold-plated pair of sunglasses. He's wearing a big set of purple and white shorts that come down to his knees, and... that's about it, really.\n\nAs you enter he rises and swings his arms apart, grinning broadly. "Hey there! Glad you decided to come in and have a talk with me here, get things all smoothed over!"\n\n"You mean try to talk me out of suing your ass for invasion of privacy?" you grumble back, folding your arms over your chest.\n\n"Well, not to start out on a bad note, baby, but you'd find that pretty tough to do. The broadcast rights contract you signed specifically allows us to record ya at any point during the tournament, and the tournament was technically runnin' from the moment the ship docked. But hey, hey hey hey," he adds quickly, holding up his hands. "I ain't here ta try and legal weasel ya. I had ya come on up so I could make you an offer."\n\n"An offer." You eye him suspiciously.\n\n"Yeah! See, th' better this tournament goes on th' voyeurism front, the sooner I get th' resort really kickin', and then I can have another tournament, an' so on." He grins broadly again. "So here's the deal. Ya come aboard as sorta an actress... put on a real show for the cameras. Y'know, make sure ta show off when you're alone in your room, dress really sexy for the matches. Maybe, if you're feelin' up to it, bring a few of th' other contestants back ta your room for some playtime."\n\nYour jaw drops at the audacity of that suggestion, but before you can say anything he continues. "An' here's what I'm suggestin' as compensation. Instead of a million bucks for the whole week, you get a million bucks a <i>night</i>. And on toppa that, for every person ya bring back to the room to fool around with, I'll toss on another million. You can take it easy in the tournament, an' either way by the time you go home, ya never hafta work another day in yer life. Train wherever ya want, just vacation for decades, buy a castle, buy an island, buy a one-bedroom apartment in New York City, it's all within your grasp." He rubs his fingers together in a 'moolah' gesture. "Who knows, ya do real good, ya could even get invited back for the next tournament on the same deal. Seven mil this week could turn into seven mil a couple of times a year. Whattya say?"\n\n<hr>\n"[[Well... that is a LOT of money...|DOAplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[No way, I'm leaving.|DOAplaceholder]]"\n\n"[[I'm blowing the lid on your perverted schemes, the hell with the lawyers!|DOAplaceholder]]"

This has all gotten just a little too good to be true, and it's set off your paranoia something fierce. You start looking around the room with a suspicious eye, not entirely sure what you're looking for, just with the general idea that something must be wrong with this whole setup.\n\nYou poke around in the living area before heading into the bedroom (opulent) and then the bathroom (absolutely indulgent). It's here that you finally discover something that gives your suspicions something to latch onto... an odd little dark spot amidst the tile. It's not easy to see since it's pretty thoroughly integrated into the pattern of the tiles, and you only find it because you were just sure there was <i>some</i>thing wrong. \n\nYou lean in a bit closer and squint at it, then scowl. That's definitely a camera. Those perverted bastards! "Broadcast rights" indeed! You angrily storm out of the bathroom and head for the door, not sure whether you mean to find someone to give a piece of your mind or whether you're just leaving. Maybe you'll figure it out in the elevator.\n\nInstead you find your front door already opening, and Kalua stepping back in, accompanied by a very big dude in the sort of black suit that screams 'Security' from a mile off. Kalua has a sheepish look on her face. "I know you're probably very upset, miss, but Daddy Mac would like to talk with you about the issue before you make any decisions."\n\n<hr>\n[[He better have a damn good explanation!|DOA1x2]]\n\n[[They've brought out the muscle, you'll have to fight your way free!|DOAplaceholder]]

"You never could," you continue, using a sweet, cooing voice as you run your hands up your sides, sliding smoothly into another pose that shows off your made-for-every-possible-sexual-fantasy form. "It was always my body you loved the best, wasn't it, Happosai?" you continue, smirking as you see his smug confidence waver, his cock twitching and drooling some fresh pre down its already glistening length. "More than any of the others. And now that it's something straight out of a hentai doujin, do you really think you'll be able to resist!"\n\n"Ha! As if I'd give in!" Happosai scoffs, although his voice sounds shaky now. "Give in to your... your...!"\n\n<hr>\n[["My mouth?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["My tits?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["My cock?"|FRanX21x3]]\n\n[["My pussy?"|FRanX]]\n\n[["My ass?"|FRanX]]

You do download a fair bit of animated stuff, either for the lols or on its own merits. Who doesn't enjoy seeing stuff that's not physically possible? Laugh or fap, you have discovered some amusing things over the years, and it looks like the program has found at least a handful of them and adapted them.\n\n[[(Studio-COW) Totally For Humor We Don't Fap To This Lol Cowgirl.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Taimanin_Asagi_Twist-Final_Tentacle_Nightmare.mkv|GGPorn7x1]]\n\n[[ExtremeGushingTitmouse.webm|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Wacky Walter Wombat - Special Delivery.mov|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Ponyville Casting Couch - Mane Sex.webm|GGPorn3x2]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

First order of business, get a towel and dry off your chair. Second order of business, frantically start searching for more "clop" porn!\n\nA bit of smart googling soon leads you to plenty of options, several of which show promise, and which show up in the VR program's non-AR UI when you save them into the monitored directory. First of all you find that the animator who made the 'Casting Couch' video has apparently done a whole series of them... a quick donation to their Patreon unlocks the rest, and a slightly bigger donation unlocks their latest and most ambitious work. You also find other things, such as at least one video with even more extreme models. There's also one that you actually have to sign up for the archive site, certify (or rather lie about) your age, and delete several blacklist items to be able to view. It's obviously on the more extreme scale, and just a glance at the tags sends a surge of mingled fear and excitement through you. Could you really experience something like that the same way you did the pony gangbang before? ... It would still be just a program, right, even if it somehow seemed real?\n\nAnyway. Finishing saving the files, you do a quick check of the time, then start to put on the visor again... before thinking better of it and this time discarding your panties completely and setting a folded-up towel under yourself. Then you reaffix your VR visor and navigate to the new 'My Little Pony' section of the list.\n\n[[Ponyville Casting Couch Series|GGPorn3x4]]\n\n[[Discrete Diplomacy.mp4|GGPorn]]\n\n[[RapeRax.webm|GGPorn]]

'Ponyville Casting Couch'? Haha, the SFM MLP guys have gotten to the point they're making their own franchises! Snickering to yourself, you aim your eyes at the label and click the button, just to see what the program's made of it.\n\nYou abruptly find yourself sitting in what looks like some sort of office. You look around, and wow, the image quality is way, way better than you would have expected, it's actually really realistic. You try looking down at yourself and see a naked female body... hey. Hey wait a second, this is your naked female body! You bring your hands up to pat at your chest, discovering you can't feel your t-shirt, then touch your face. No sense of the visor, and you realize now you can feel the plush black leather couch you're sitting on against your bare back and pussy.\n\nYou look over as the door of the office swings open with an exaggerated creak, and six figures parade in, your eyes widening at the sight of them. They're brightly-colored and extremely recognizable, what with the capably-rendered cartoon pony heads, manes, tails, and the emblems emblazoned on their hips. They all have rather identical bodies other than coloration and marking, with skin glossy enough to have a slight plastic-y look to it, massive tits, and equine cocks the length and girth of your arm shaking in front of them as they move to form a ring around the couch.\n\n"Well gosh, if it ain't a chance ta make a new friend!" Applejack declares, in what sounds suspiciously like a sound clip from the show.\n\n"Yay, party time!" Pinkie Pie says with a clap of her hands that causes energetic shaking in her cock and tits.\n\n"Uh, hey, wait," you say, holding up your hands. "I don't think-" And then you're having a shiny, bright yellow cockhead pressed to your lips, a hand on the back of your head gently but irresistably pushing your head forward, forcing your lips and then your throat to stretch around the massive member, your hands reflexively gripping at the three pink butterflies emblazoned on the humanoid pony's hips.\n\n"Um, I'm going to fuck your face now, if that's okay," Fluttershy says in not-quite-Fluttershy's-voice, more like someone doing a semi-passable imitation. You're staring up at her with wide eyes as she bites her lower lip and begins pumping her hips eagerly, that huge cock somehow stuffing itself between your lips and down your throat with no problem. Soon her glossy balls are slapping against your chin, her face surprisingly expressive as she looks down at you with lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded.\n\n"Hey, I wanna try!" Rainbow Dash says, spouting another show clip as she steps in closer. Pastel-colored hands guide you into pulling back off of Fluttershy's plasticene prick and onto the other pony's big blue one, a rubbery-looking tongue sliding out from between Dash's lips to run over them and her perfect, flat white teeth, a wicked expression on that innocent cartoon face even as she starts fucking your throat much faster and harder than Fluttershy did, another soundclip of "Awww yeah!" blurting out and just barely matching her lip flap.\n\n"It's important to share!" Twilight Sparkle asserts in a sound clip as she moves in close as well, and soon you're gulping down purple pony prick. Your wrists are snagged, pulled to rest your hands on other glossy horsecocks, and you find yourself unable to help starting to pump and stroke them, feeling them smooth and yet hot and throbbing under your fingers as the six rendered anthro equines take turns throatfucking you. Your viewing options are either looking directly ahead at identical, toned glossy bellies, or looking upward at huge jiggling pastel tits and anthro pony faces in a variety of pleasured expressions as you suck and stroke the horny, shiny porntoon ponies.\n\nAlmost faster than you can follow, so that it's like an abrupt shift of scenes, the ponies pull away and haul you up and around the side of the couch to bend you over the arm of it, your ass in the air. Pinkie Pie steps up behind you, hands gripping your wrists and pressing them to the couch cushions while also going up on her somewhat-modeled tiptoes and leaning over you, that glossy pink flared head pushing your buttcheeks apart and nudging up against your pucker. "Hey, wait!" you call, only to let out a 'hwooooooo' as the 3D pony pushes her plastic prick into your pucker, your eyes rolling and mouth forming a tight O as it just slides in deeper and deeper, getting about halfway before she starts pumping and thrusting again. Soon your tongue lolls out as her balls slap against your pussy, your body shuddering a little with the impacts, your perky bare tits rubbing against the leather of the couch as you're fucked in the ass by a cartoon horse, its bubblegum pink balls thumping against your soaking, climaxing virgin pussy.\n\nEventually Pinkie pulls out, leaving your asshole gaping somewhat, only for it to be filled by Rainbow Dash stepping into the same position, repeating her "Awww yeah!" clip as she slides into your ass and starts fucking, using a sped-up but otherwise identical thrusting pattern as Pinkie Pie, blue balls slapping your cunt over and over again until it's even more red, swollen, and sensitive than it was before, practically making you cum a little bit with every thump against it, not to mention the huge horsecock in your butt. Once Dash has had her turn, Fluttershy steps in, giving an obvious sound clip of "Oh... my" before adding in that not-quite-Fluttershy voice, "I'm going to put my weiner in your slutty little butt now, if you don't mind," and thrusting all the way into you in one go, using longer, smoother strokes than the others but still relentlessly pounding your ass while you gurgle and cum repeatedly. Eventually she pulls out, Twilight Sparkle announcing, "Now it's my turn!" in a sound clip before she starts assfucking you with a quick, eager rhythm you can only call a 'trot', giving the occasional .wav file giggle from above you where her tits are jiggling as she pounds your asshole. Next it's a long, glistening white pony prick pushing in, Rarity soundclipping, "If you don't mind," in her refined tones above you as she starts giving long, even strokes that almost pull her cock out of you only to thrust back in balls deep every time. Eventually it's Applejack's turn, the apple farmer .waving "Yeeee-haw! Ride 'em, little pony!" before starting to fuck your ass like she was galloping for the hills, making your eyes roll up even harder and your tongue jut out further as you start cumming with almost every single quick, hard thrust.\n\nBy the time they move you into a new position, any and all resistance is gone. You eagerly help yourself be lifted into position between Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, their jiggly plastic boobs pressing against your back and breasts as they slide into your pussy and ass. You reach out to start jerking off Twilight Sparkle and Rarity to either side of you, your own moans and gasps mingling with the generic porn noises surrounding you. "Oh my, this is quite splendid," Pinkie Pie announces in an upper-crust British accent for some reason as she pumps into your cunt, her pink balls slapping against Dash's blue ones as they DP you.\n\nEventually you're on your back on the desk, legs Ved in the air as you have a revolving view of cartoon equines with fat jiggling tits looming above you, throbbing plastic pastel pony pricks pumping your pussy, glossy balls slapping your juicy, gaping asshole. Then you're on your feet and bent over, arms pulled back behind you as you're fucked in the ass again, your view alternating between the glossy white belly thrusting towards your face and Rarity's jiggling white boobs with their perma-stiff purple nipples, her voice calling, "Yes, Darling, yes!" in what's both obviously a show clip and still pretty fucking porny. Then you're on the desk again, your head hanging over the side, spending five minutes with blue balls slapping against your face, then yellow, then pink, then purple, then white, then yellow-orange. \n\nFinally, you're pushed onto your knees, and without even being directed you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, watching the six glossy ponies stroke and rub themselves while blurting soundclips, dirty talk in half-decent imitations, and seemingly random voices. Until there's a lot of porn moaning and back arching as milklike cum starts gushing out and spraying all over you, coating you from head to knee, splattering all over your face, your tits, dripping down your belly and back and trickling over your heavily-fucked cunt and asshole.\n\n"Splendid, darling, splendid!" Rarity coos as everything fades to black.\n\nYou gasp suddenly as you jerk in your chair, instinctively reaching up and yanking the visor off of you head. You're breathing so hard you're shuddering a little, your nipples hard enough to almost drill through your shirt as they move with your breaths, a damp, warm feeling under your thighs and legs. Looking down, you find that you've completely soaked through your panties as well as creating a small puddle of girlcum on your computer chair. Flushing, you look at the VR visor, staring incredulously. It's supposed to just be a set of small HD screens and a built-in pair of high fidelty headphones, not some... Full Dive thing, how did it do that?\n\nStill, you can't really deny the... extremely real feeling of what you just went through. Obviously you have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-delete the program.|GGPorn]]\n\n[[-download more SFM MLP stuff.|GGPorn3x3]]

Obviously you'd have a certain affinity for nerdy girls. Settling your gaze on the Twilight Sparkle video, you click the button.\n\nMuch like before, you're abruptly standing naked in an unfamiliar place, though this time it seems to be a model set of the interior of the Ponyville library. Unlike the previous set, which looked pretty close to a real office (and a very specific one, like someone had used a photo of it to create the render), everything here looks more like a sized-up playset, with that same sort of plastic-y sheen that the pony models had in the last video. There is, however, still a black leather couch, even if it is more shiny... actually it looks more like latex than leather, this way. As before, you're naked, and a shiver of excitement runs through you at knowing the fun is clearly about to start. \n\n"Oh hey!"\n\nYou whirl around at the sound of Twilight Sparkle's voice, the humanoid pony abruptly standing there. Much like before, she's wielding a truly impressive purple horsecock, which shakes a little as she strikes a little pose and grins wickedly at you. Obviously still speaking in sound clips from the show, she announces, "That's nothin'! I can turn a mare into a stallion!"\n\n"Wha?" you ask, as her horn begins to sparkle and glow. Then you gasp as the front of your crotch similarly glows and then bulges outward, rapidly developing its own long, thick tube and flaring head, heavy balls dropping down below it. You stare in shock and awe as in mere seconds you have a massive, flesh-toned horsecock of your own! You can feel it throbbing and see it wobbling a little just with the beat of your heart, but before you can so much as touch it, Twilight's moving forward and pushing you back onto the couch. Your huge new cock slaps against your belly and chest right between your pert tits, the flared head actually bumping your chin... and then it lifts and presses against your lips as Twilight Sparkle lifts your legs and nduges the head of her own cock up under your new balls, pressing to the opening of your cunt. "Here we go!" she soundclips before thrusting in, sheathing that prodigious purple pony prick in your pussy.\n\nYour eyes roll some at the feeling of having that huge, slick equine cock shoved in you, especially as Twilight begins thrusting eagerly. Every slap of her hips against your upturned ass, her smoothly-modeled belly thumping against your balls, not only makes her huge purple boobs jiggle and bounce above you, but drives the head of your own cock a bit further into your mouth. You begin sucking and licking at it eagerly, as much as you can focus through the pleasure of getting fucked, your own moans of pleasure caressing your cockmeat as you lick and suck at yourself. Your eyes roll again as Twilight shifts one smooth hand to grip your shaft and start stroking it as well. \n\n"I'm just getting started!" she soundclips suddenly, shifting both hands back to gripping your legs and stopping her thrusting for a moment. Her horn briefly glows, though this time the corresponding glow surrounds your tits. Your eyes widen as they rapidly swell and grow, tingles of magical pleasure sent through the increasingly sensitive flesh as she enlarges them until they're even bigger than her own. You can feel both the softness and heaviness of them surrounding your cock's shaft as they grow, as well as the heat and throbbing of your cock against them. Only once they're large enough to completely surround the portion of your cock between them does Twilight resume fucking you, her thrusts now making you not only facefuck yourself, but titfuck yourself!\n\nYou bring your hands up to grab your own newly-immense tits, your fingers sinking into them as you get a good grip and start feverishly working them up and down, more thoroughly titfucking your own prick as the head drools precum into your mouth and down your throat. And always with that slick pony prick pumping your pussy, driving you against the latex couch and rubbing your naked skin against the slick surface. You cum from your pussy again and again, your arousal spurting and dripping around that shiny purple cock pounding away at you, as well as boobgasming several times, a first for you. But no matter how good your cock feels between your tits, no matter how much pleasure you give yourself sucking and licking at the head, no matter how full your balls feel, you just can't cum with this massive horseprick you've been gifted. Somewhere in your pleasure-fogged mind, you realize... in porn, the moneyshot doesn't come until the end!\n\nAs if that realization were a trigger, Twilight suddenly blurts out the same obviously clipped-together "I'm, <i>coming</i>!" soundclip as last time, abruptly pulling out of you and jerking her prick, sending a voluminous gushing of cum all over you, coating your thighs, balls, cock, and enlarged tits with your load. Your eyes roll up almost completely in your head as your cock spasms and starts emptying your balls into your mouth, your own cum flooding your throat faster than you can swallow. You drop your head back, gasping and gurgling as more and more shoots out, completely covering your face and head as you shudder and twitch.\n\n"Whew! Well, that was a lot of fun!" Twilight chirps as she stands up and rests her fists on her hips, her perma-hard purple pony prick wobbling above you. "But now it's time to go! Don't forget to do your homework!"\n\nYou wonder what that's supposed to mean, but you find yourself abruptly sitting in your chair again. You sigh as you lift the VR visor up. "Wow... really something," you murmur, rolling your shoulders a little, for some reason feeling heavier and a bit more off-balance than before. You look at your computer monitor to check the status of the program... then blink at the sight of it splattered heavily with white goo, as is your desk and keyboard. You look down... and stare at the sight of your huge tits, and the half-hard equine-shaped prick flopped between your thighs, still dripping a bit of cum.\n\n"... Oh horseapples."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGPorn3xEnd]]

"Let's go check it out," you say, setting off towards the corral, Tanya hesitating a little before hurrying to catch up to you, the strawberry blonde girl looking torn between excitement and worry now. "Oh, c'mon, Tanya, I'm sure we're not gonna find any pony skeletons," you add in a half-scolding, half-comforting voice, even as you're totally hoping to find a pony skeleton. \n\nSoon the two of you approach a fairly simple-looking building, a low building with a mostly open front done in the style of stalls, its roof slanted downward toward the back. And of course out in front of it is a large, round area surrounded by a stereotypical ranch fence, which looks like it's made out of... plastic or fiberglass or something. They didn't just make it out of real wood? You're focused a bit more on the mystery of not just using wood to make a fence that looked like wood as Tanya scans her light over the packed-earth yard still scattered here and there with old, moldy bits of straw. You jump as Tanya lets out a short, sharp scream and claps a hand to your shoulder, before she huffs to try and catch her breath. "I'm okay! I'm okay! S-sorry, just... look!"\n\nFrowning a bit, you follow the beam of her flashlight with yours, blinking a little as the light catches metal, your annoyed expression melting into a surprised one. "Huh. I guess they didn't take the ponies with them after all."\n\nArranged in a loose cluster are four or five animatronic horses... well, that's the best word you can think of for them anyway, it seems weird to refer to theme park attractions as actual robots. Though that's certainly what they look like, with no apparent connection to the ground, and whatever cloth or foam rubber covering they might once have had being destroyed by exposure, leaving just the inner workings, which do look surprisingly well preserved you have to admit, even if there are specks and spots of rust scattered across them. They're not quite solid metal horse outlines, nor are they like metal horse skeletons, but something in some odd place between, like some sort of junkyard sculpture crossed with an MIT battlebot. You clamber over the fence and walk over to the lot of them, looking over some of the mechanical bits. "Huh, I guess these actually did roam around the yard. Did this place go broke because they spent so much money on robots or something?"\n\n"Maybe," Tanya allows as she catches up to you. She looks over the somewhat rusty roboponies with their exposed wires and somewhat skull-like heads and makes a face. "They're not very cute anymore, are they?"\n\n"I somehow doubt they were ever all <i>that</i> cute," you reply with a soft snort as you finish taking some cell phone pictures, then wander over towards the 'stable'. You note several of what look like incomplete horsebots, just parts of the outer casing and some of the basic motors... no heads or rears, just the midsection casing and a lot of the workings of the legs, though those have slightly more outer parts than the ones outside do, so maybe the ones out there have been scavenged or gone to pieces a bit. You turn slightly and have to bite back your own version of Tanya's earlier scream... looming in a dark corner of the shed, out of sight of the yard, is a Beefy Fajeeta animatronic. The huge cartoon-esque bull is just standing there in the shadows, white plastic eyes staring at you. He does seem to be better-preserved than the horses by far, still having most of his outer covering, and even maintaining his shiny boots and black wrestling trunks. ... In fact there's a really big bulge in the front of those wrestling trunks. Some departing park worker's final day prank, perhaps?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go look at the horsebots.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Examine the incomplete horsebots.|WilmaFun3x2]]\n\n[[Check out Beefy.|WilmaFun]]

"I'm not afraid of a challenge," you answer, grinning. Besides, off the top of your head you can't think of what you have to contribute. You're pretty sure there wasn't a huge cache of gold waiting for you at the monastery. (... Wait, shit, what if there was? What if you were like Harry Potter and your parents left you orphaned but with a giant vault of gold? You're gonna hafta drop by and check that shit out one of these days.)\n\n"Good. Then let's go inside and inform the Sister on duty." Jaina pushes the door open and beckons you ahead of her. It really is sort of like a rural hotel lobby or something in here... definitely has more of that feeling of a house converted into a working space than anything else. There's even a desk right ahead and stairs beyond it, and the furnishings all look simple and fairly home-y. To the right is a lowered sitting area lined with bookshelves all along the walls, where you can hear someone doing what sounds like shelving books. Jaina leads the way to the railing, and you wind up looking down at a pretty blonde woman whose outfit is almost as elaborate as it is scanty. "Miriya," Jaina calls, leaning on the railing.\n\n<img src="images/ULi2pDT.jpg">\n\nShe looks up and smiles brightly. "Oh! Jaina, welcome home!" She quickly turns and practically skips to the stairs (quite a feat in those heels) and up them, her movements bouncy both literally and figuratively as she makes her way up to stand in front of the two of you. Attached to the collar of her outfit is a golden loop with a circle set at the bottom of it, and three prongs arcing out from the top of the circle... actually that looks a lot like the symbol on Jaina's glove. "Oh? And who's this? Have you brought another potential initiate?"\n\n"Depends, is that the official priestess wear?" you can't help but snark, though you try to smile a bit to take any edge out of it.\n\nMiriya giggles at that, bringing the knuckle of her index finger to her lips. "There isn't any such thing in the Church of Markala. We wear what we like and what makes us comfortable. As for me," she chirps, posing a bit with her arms outstretched. "Through a combination of the grace of the gods who made me, and my own effort and maintenance, I've been granted a beautiful body that fills me with pride every time I look in the mirror. Decorating it and showing it to others gives me joy... and often gives them joy too!" she adds, winking a bit saucily and paying a finger along her cheek.\n\n"Huh. So... er, well, I was gonna ask..."\n\n"No, ask away, if you're to be an initiate you should ask every question that comes to mind!" Miriya chirps.\n\n"Okay, but what about the people that feel, y'know, bad stuff when they see your body? Like, they think no one should show off like that, or they think you're flaunting your superiority, or whatever?"\n\n"Mm, well, that's unfortunate, but it's their own decision to resent the blessings and decisions of others," Miriya says in a mildly sad tone, resting a hand over her holy symbol. "Markala teaches that we are each entitled to what we are granted at birth and what we earn for ourselves thereafter, and that what we choose to do with that so long as we do not harm others with it is our own business. It is no more our place to resent a person who shows off their body than it is to resent a merchant who builds a large home for his family rather than donating his wealth to the church. As long as my intention is not to make others feel bad with what I do, Markala understands that it is their own choice to be negative, not my fault for influencing them."\n\n"I get it."\n\n"Miriya, Cyan here wants to take the rite of challenges."\n\n"Oh, lovely! Well, I'll head to the temple and begin praying right away!" the blonde says brightly, raising a hand as if just so excited to be a part of your initiation. "The goddess will no doubt begin sending your challenges soon!" With that she turns and flounces off down the short hall and up the stairs.\n\n"So... that's it?" you ask as Jaina lightly guides you back to the front door.\n\n"That's it. Just go out and wander the city. Markala will send the challenges to you, it's up to you to spot them... or simply to react accordingly to any incident you see. My advice is to simply react naturally to the world around you... if you're meant to be here, your reactions will show it." She pauses briefly, looking a little conflicted, then adds, "The first will probably be the Challenge of Priorities."\n\n"Priorities?"\n\n"Markala makes no true demands on any worshiper of hers, but on those who actively serve her she does expect a higher standard. You should be able to prioritize the needs of others above the wants of yourself."\n\n"So I should think of everyone else before I think of myself?"\n\n"No, listen more carefully. Place the needs of others before the wants of yourself." She pats your back lightly, then gestures to the street outside. "Go on, no doubt the tests will be sent soon."\n\nStill trying to mull over the difference between what Jaina said and you said, you wander down the streets, not picking any particular direction. It kinda sounded like either you'd find the tests or they'd find you, after all. As you're heading down one of the wider, somewhat busier thoroughfares, you suddenly hear a loud <i>clunk</i> from the direction of a wagon over by the side of the road, and someone give a cry of pain.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry over!|GGMonk1x12]]\n\n[[Can't, busy.|GGMonk]]

Honestly, you always feel a little weird using other peoples' bath products when you're visiting. And this is... sort of visiting, right? You sort of figure that the generic stuff must be intended for guests, with all that other stuff around... you'll just use that. Quickly lathering up with shampoo-scented shampoo and body wash-scented body wash, you do your best to scrub yourself thoroughly and get off over a week's worth of road dust and grime so as not to offend the senses of your lovely, ah, host.\n\nAs you're scrubbing at your hair, you hear the bathroom door open and close. You pause in your motions, then stare a bit as Mai pads across the tiled floor. She's shed her costume and left it quite clear that absolutely everything is hers... from the long auburn hair hanging down her back, undone from its clip, to the massive bouncing breasts on her chest. She winks at you in passing and then sits down on the edge of the tub, setting it to fill.\n\n"Um, you uh... gonna take a bath?" you manage, your cock surging back to full hardness as you try to act nonchalant about rinsing.\n\n"Actually, once you're done, I was thinking I'd grab a quick shower too. But I thought you could wait for me in the bath. Where I could join you," Mai says cheerfully, turning towards the shower and letting her legs spread, giving you a glimpse of the pink slit of her pussy.\n\nShivering, you quickly finish washing off, then leave the shower running and step out. By that time Mai's finished running the water and has set the jets going, and steps past you to get into the shower, a hand brushing along your cheek as she goes. You gaze longingly for a moment, then move over to step into the water, hissing just a bit at the heat. It's easy enough to adapt, though, being just out of a hot shower, and you sink into the roomy tub, resting back against the side. And, of course, looking over through the clear glass of the shower at Mai.\n\nShe seems to be in no particular hurry, going about her shower routine completely as if you weren't there. The utter nonchalance and routineness of the way she starts lathering up her perfect body lends a rather voyeuristic thrill to the whole thing. Grasping your cock under the water, you start stroking yourself slowly as you watch her shower, slathering one of the bodywash selections over her arms and stomach, leaving trails of suds as she strokes her hands up the massive mounds of her mammaries.\n\nIn her own good time, she finishes up washing off. You've managed to hold back from cumming repeatedly, pulling back from the brink each time, and hoping it will help you with control once she takes over where you left off. Mai shuts off the shower and steps out, brushing back her wet hair and smiling at you as she pads over and then steps into the tub near your feet. Sinking in, she slides forward so that her tits pillow against your chest, one of her hands reaching down to grip your cock again.\n\n"Mm, nothing like a nice hot bath," she coos.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HLMai7x2]]

Having a moment of clarity, you clap a hand over your mouth and nose, doing your best to think of some of the more disgusting things you've ever smelled. Stopping as you actually manage to make yourself gag just from the memory, you reach out with your other hand to give Jane a shake. That seems to snap her out of it, and she gives a little cough and covers her own lower face, giving you a grateful nod.\n\nBoth of you quickly scuttle past the strange "milking room" and further down the hallway. and soon the smell dissipates enough that you can lower your hand and heave a sigh of relief. Still, your body aches faintly with lingering arousal, and you can't help but wonder just what might have happened if you'd gone in that room... and what might have happened if you got caught while doing it. Finding yourself lingering on some rather imaginative ideas that really should be horrifying rather than titillating, you give your head a shake and do your best to focus on the task ahead.\n\nEventually the two of you emerge into a large, barn-like structure... if it were a barn designed to hold things twice the size of elephants. Apparently, while the facility was meant to house hatchlings, they either planned for some very very big hatchlings or to occasionally hold the full-size dinos as well. There are numerous stalls of various sizes with thick layers of hay on the floor along the walls, and bits and pieces of machinery scattered around. There's a fair amount of it right at the entry, and as Jane steps forward and cautiously scans the room, watching for dinos, you take a look at some of it.\n\nThere's a set of computers, apparently the control systems, showing various progress reports and queued up lists and programs... you assume the computers were programmed to go through a set routine before the whole 'outbreak' happened and have just been continuing that all this time. A short distance from the computers, a robotic arm is spinning in circles above a table, the spout at the end of it "drawing" a 3D-printed egg the size of your head. As it gets to the top, only a hole the size of a pencil left, it moves away and another arm slides in, a faint, liquid rushing sound accompanying a visible movement of yellow fluid along a tube on the arm. Then it moves away and the printer-arm slides back in and finishes creating the top of the egg. A third robot arm, this one mounted on some sort of motorized trolly, picks up the egg and rolls away with it, carrying it towards a bank of incubators.\n\n"Hey, look at that," Jane murmurs, pointing. You look over, noticing a yellow, vaguely humanoid machine that's mostly yellow pipe framing and visible servo motors. Looks a lot like something you saw in an old science fiction movie about... extraterrestrials. "Must be for when they had to deal with the bigger dinos. Bet we could really do some damage with that."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sabotage the computers.|Sauria14x3]]\n\n[[Sabotage the robots.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to use the Lifter Frame to actually destroy the hatchery.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"No, you wanted to do this quietly, remember? That would attract every dino within five miles," you murmur back, pulling a chair over to the computer console and starting to type. "We can make a lot less noise and still take them out just by using this computer, it's what's running everything after all."\n\n"Yeah, good point," Jane replies, though there's a bit of a grumble there. You kind of get the feeling she was actually looking forward to piloting a big destructive piece of machinery. Whatever she says about being in choir, the hardbitten fighter facade sort of suits her. "Go ahead, I'll keep watch, but try to make it fast."\n\nYou quickly begin surfing through the computer files, trying to figure out the best way to shut everything down. You consider just turning off the computer, but Jane did mention that the raptors are sort of scary-smart... what if they figured out how to work a power button? After a bit of furious surfing, you at least have a short list of potentials or items of interest.\n\n<b>[[BadParenting101.exe|SauriaPlaceholder]]</b> - It looks like someone already considered the possibility of trashing the hatchery with programming at some point. From a glance at the program it would cause the caretaker robots to make numerous mistakes... not turning the eggs at the right times, putting them in the wrong incubators, not checking on the hatchlings often enough, things like that. Some of them might still survive so it's not an immediate and total solution, but it would be the least noticeable.\n\n<b>[[HotDinoManLove.exe|SauriaPlaceholder]]</b> - You're not entirely sure what that one does, but it apparently makes some sort of chemical change to the solution inside the eggs that would have a fairly major effect. It does have a note that it's an "anti-breeding measure" so at least you'd be able to rule out the possibility of more dinos being made au naturale.\n\n<b>[[KreegawSnarKroo.exe|SauriaPlaceholder]]</b> - This one just confuses you. The documentation file that goes with it is similarly full of gibberish like "Hoo kree kreeee snkf hraa". It could be some sort of virus, you suppose, but you almost want to run it just to see what happens and satisfy your curiosity.\n\n<b>[[Format the drives|SauriaPlaceholder]]</b> - A bit more "slash and burn" than you were thinking when you suggested this course of action, but it's also the only one that's pretty much guaranteed to work completely.

Lord Erithon takes you back to his estate in the Neverafter, where you become his seventh wife. You are subservient to his other six wives, and of course to every male sidhe in Kathanor, but of course none of them would dare to make demands of you that Erithon had not approved of himself. As his wife, you are after all his dear personal property, and he would be enraged if someone made use of you without permission. \n\nSeveral of the newly-minted female sidhe from the same batch as you wind up being kept in Erithon's household as servants. Though you can remember their old names, they are meaningless to you, as are the old attachments... they are merely as much a part of the home as tables and chairs are, and there are times you make use of them as exactly that when the mood takes you. Certainly there is no problem for you when you watch Lord Erithon make use of them as masturbation aids, using the hole between their legs as a cumdump when he is in too much of a hurry to make more thorough sport with one of his wives.\n\nWhen he makes such sport with you, it is violent and rough. He pulls your hair, strikes your buttocks and breasts, and calls you the filthiest names he can think of in every tongue he knows from High Sidhe to English to Orcish. You love every moment of it, of course, agreeing with him ecstatically in the silvery Sidhe language that now courses through your head. Occasionally he takes you to bed with one of his other wives, who apparently delight in giving you the same treatment he does, calling you whore and slut and filth. You climax jubilantly to this as well, and dream of the day when Lord Erithon will take a new wife that you can repay such treatment to.\n\nFor the first century or so of your marriage, Lord Erithon takes you practically everywhere with him... apparently showing off his new acquisition. You play the perfect wife for him, the cocoon of long ago having turned your natural charm and leadership abilities into an elegant party manner and the ability to run a home that is the envy of many a rival. And of course occasionally Lord Erithon offers you up as a symbol of friendship or an opportunity to seal the bargain, men who are not your husband pounding your asshole in their own marriage beds while you climax again and again.\n\nAttending one such party, you recognize one of Lord Erithon's brothers Lord Himotha and his own newest wife Kalisha, whom you idly note as having once been "Alisson". Himotha seems almost as proud of his tall, toned, steel-haired wife as Erithon is of your more traditional sidhe beauty. He declares her the best bodyguard he has ever had, and as a show for all of his guests, has her fight the most fierce orc warrior the sidhe have ever encountered and been able to capture alive in his personal arena. Though the orc's greater strength and experience have the better of her and he soon has her on her side, one leg lifted and held while he pounds his ugly green member into her body, she wins the fight in the end by regaining hold of her sword and beheading him in the act.\n\nThe party guests are all greatly amused as the headless body of the orc continues to grip her leg tightly and rape her nearly-naked, well-muscled form for nearly half an hour while the fierce sidhe warrioress is forced to moan and cum like a common street whore. You give a musical laugh as the orc's body reflexively shudders in orgasm, and begin making plans for how to top such a spectacle for the next party you host.\n\n<b>Cheerleader Forest</b> end - <i>The good sidhe wife</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Whoa, maybe I should have picked the flutes.|CheerForest6x1]]\n\n[[Whoa, maybe I should have flown.|SKCheerStart]]\n\n[[Whoa, maybe I should have been born a guy.|CharGenMain]]

"Here, the hatchery," you whisper, tapping one of the labels. "Even if the computers and labs are still around, they can't make any more new dinos if we screw up the hatchery. No more new dinos, no more scenario, we win. I hope."\n\n"Having less dinos around sounds good to me either way," Jane mutters, giving a nod as she inspects the map. After a few moments she nods again, then gives a jerk of her head towards one of the hallways. "This way. Keep low, keep close to the wall." She crouches down and moves ahead with an odd gait, which you copy with a bit of trial and error and a few near-falls.\n\nThe hallways quickly take on a slightly more utilitarian look, the offices and rooms you pass full of equipment and tools rather than computers and furniture. There's a low ambient drone of machinery that overlays the quiet, broken by the occasional mechanical clunk or more organic trill or call. Jane occasionally stops to listen, as if waiting to see if you're about to be pounced on, but each time eventually moves on.\n\nEventually you enter a hallway where there's a quiet and steady noise, a whirring and clunking and... wet?... sort of sound, as well as low, barely audible animalistic grunts. Jane carefully peeks into a somewhat open doorway, then darts across it to underneath a long set of windows. Then she beckons you to join her before taking a look up through the window. Curious, you do the same.\n\nThree raptors are heavily restrained in large metal frames, lifted off the floor and tilted back somewhat, their legs spread. You're not exactly an expert in dinosaur anatomy, but you're thinking the original versions prior to genetic tampering probably didn't have big leathery green ballsacks dangling below their bright red, vein-studded cocks. Said cocks are currently sheathed in long see-through tubes, some sort of mechanical ring stroking up and down the outside and apparently providing stimulation. The raptors have their muzzles wrapped shut, feeding tubes fed into the front with clear liquid flowing in and likely down their throats. Even as you watch one of them spasms and twitches in its restraints, shooting massive amounts of white cum into the tube, which is immediately sucked into the hose coming off of the tip. All three hoses lead to a very large, open-topped glass tube halfway filled with viscous white fluid that you have to assume is raptor cum.\n\nThe smell that you'd barely begun to notice as you entered the hallway becomes more intense, as if it were that much harder to ignore now that you can see the source. A thick, heady musk that enters through your nose and mouth and feels like it's wrapping around your brain. What's more it slides down your throat like something warm and smooth you'd drunk, curling in your chest and sinking low into your belly. You shudder as you can feel the heat of your pussy being trapped by the confines of your bodysuit and redirected back against your skin.\n\nYou can see Jane actually looking unsteady on her feet, her eyes somewhat glassy as she stares in the room and at the vat. It looks like, if anything, she's being hit harder than you are, and is trying to hold herself back from going in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well the raptors are restrained, there's no other ones around, and this feels REALLY good, maybe it wouldn't hurt to go in and... whatever.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No, bad, wrong, just say no to pheremone mind whammies!|Sauria14x2]]

Jake kneels down behind you and undoes his own pants. Spitting into his hand and rubbing it over his cock is all the preparation he needs before pressing up between your round, perfect asscheeks and shoving himself up your asshole.\n\nYou don't so much as blink as he does, simply continuing your soundless, expressionless blowjob of Del like the mindless sex doll you are. You continue working him with your throat and drawing up to use your tongue as Jake pounds away at your asshole, occasionally reaching forward to squeeze your hand-filling tits. When Del groans and fills your mouth with his load, your default programming causes you to swallow it, your ass squeezing down as you're meant to when Jake starts dumping his own jizz into it.\n\nJake pulls out of your ass and moves around to stand near your face. "Clean me off." You do so immediately without hesitation, drawing your mouth off of Del's cock and sliding it directly onto Jake's, swallowing him to the root and then sucking hard as you move back to the head. Then you begin bobbing your head, washing your tongue over it and tilting your head to get as much of him as possible.\n\n"Yeah, those new routines are definitely working a lot better," Jake acknowledges, laying down on his back and giving an absentminded order of "Mount up, slut." You move to swing a leg over his middle and rest your hands to either side of his head, easily guiding your pussy down over his cock with just your hips. "You think it was the data from that last tourist we disassembled?"\n\n"Probably," Del muses as he kneels between your legs and Jake's, pushing his cock into your cum-dribbling asshole. "It's always the mom-types that wind up being the biggest whores, am I right?"\n\nYou acknowledge the feeling of their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall separating your pussy and ass purely as sensory data, staring blankly at the wall as Jake thrusts up into you and Del pounds down, both of them continuing to talk shop as if you weren't even there. Your tits jiggle and bounce in front of Jake's face, and he reaches up to start sucking one of your puffy nipples, but again, it's all just pressure and nerve reaction to you. You have no thoughts or feelings on the obvious long night of fucking ahead... you can't.\n\nWelcome to your new existence.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Digitizer1xEnd]]

"I know it's pretty weird, but..." You fiddle your fingers nervously together, then look up at him. "... but I think part of what weirds me out is that I still feel so much like a guy when I think of doing it with another guy. So maybe if I felt more like a girl, I could... be like a girl. So if I could dress up in girls' clothes..."\n\n"Whoa! Dude, that is, like, <i>so hot</i>'n'junk!" Harry says with a gasp, doing a melodramatic double take. "You'd do that for me?"\n\n"Y-yeah. If you could make it happen."\n\n"I can <i>totally</i> make that happen!" He reaches back with gloved hands and fishes around in the back pocket of his jeans for a moment, before coming up with a shiny posterboard ticket. He passes it over. "Check it out, duder, one of the free prizes we can give out! The 'Girl's Night'! You get, like, a complete spa day to make you all beautiful'n'junk..." He pauses, and adds, "Not that you aren't already cute, like I said..."\n\nYou blush again, but nod for him to continue.\n\n"Then you get to, like, spend a night in the Luxury Lady suite at the Worldland Hotel! It's this awesome place, totally ritzy, they provide a gourmet dinner an' breakfast, and in the morning they take you to the Worldland Fashion Boutique for a makeover an' you get to pick out a whole outfit for free'n'junk!" He passes you the ticket, then shrugs elaborately. "I mean, it's all stuff for girls, but, like, there's nothin' in there that says a guy <i>can't</i> use it'n'junk."\n\nGetting cleaned up? A place to sleep for the night, with dinner <i>and</i> breakfast? It's already better off than you were when you began today, that's for sure. Even if it's a little embarrassing that people will know you're using something meant for a girl. But you nod gratefully as you take the ticket, holding it up with both hands to look at it.\n\n"Just, like, come find me tomorrow when you're done'n'junk. I'll be around in this same area." Giving you an excited wave, Harry rushes off, probably to vent some enthusiasm with another stupid dance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, off to the spa!|HerschelHorse14x4]]

"I think..." You start slowly, then nod. "I think the conditions would have to be just right. You might need to help out with them, because I don't have much way to make them happen myself."\n\n"Duder, anything! I will be, like, all over that problem!" Harry points at you with both index fingers. "You just tell me what you need, and I'll do everything I can to make it happen! I got resources'n'junk around here, I can do stuff!"\n\nYou nod slowly again, then take a deep breath. You-\n\n<hr>\n[[... need some porn to get you in the mood.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[... need a girl to watch you do it.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[... need to dress like a girl.|HerschelHorse14x3]]

"I don't really know... I mean, I'm not sure if I'm... comfortable about that, I've never really done anything... like that, before..." You look down at the ground, fidgeting in place.\n\n"Aw. Well, duder, I understand. I'm not gonna, like, force you to do anything you don't wanna. But..." He hesitates, then waves his hands a bit. "Is there anything you could do that would, like, maybe make you more comfortable with it'n'junk?"\n\nYou think over the question. Again, these are some pretty major life revelations to be pondering with amusement park mascots. But he really does seem sincere, and you've actually found him really endearing. It wasn't that long ago that you realized you liked boys, but you've never been able to picture yourself going all the way through to sex with one. Still, you turn the matter over in your head, considering various options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe you could start by just jerking off together.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[Maybe just light stuff to begin with.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[He'd have to help make the conditions just right.|HerschelHorse14x2]]

Setting your thoughts aside for something obviously more pressing, you jog across the street and round the wagon. On the curb is a girl about your age, simply-dressed and relatively plain, clutching her arm through the sleeve of her torn and bloody (but tidy) peasant shirt. There's a similarly-dressed older man standing beside her, the distress on his face clear even with his shaggy beard, one hand resting on her shoulder and the other holding an earthenware flask of some sort.\n\n"Hey, what happened?" you ask as you approach, both of them looking up, the girl's eyes filled with pain, the old man's with sorrow.\n\n"I-I'm okay," the girl says with a sniff. "It's just a gash."\n\n"It's my own damn fool fault," the old man huffs. "She was changing out a broken wheel and when she said she was done, I lowered the rope too fast," he continues, glancing towards the rope that's looped over a post and tied to one corner of the wagon. "It's because of this stuff, I'll never drink again, dammit!" he curses, glancing hatefully at the bottle in his hand.\n\n"Here, let me see," you murmur, squatting down beside the girl and gently nudging her hands away. After a moment she allows it, letting you get a look. The wound is wide and a little ragged, but fortunately very shallow... you don't think she's in any danger of bleeding out or losing function in the arm, it just clearly hurts. Geez, it could probably get infected super easily too, considering how she got it and that even for being pretty clean, it's still an old-timey city. It should really be bandaged as quickly as possible to limit her exposure.\n\nPart of your brain pipes up that you do in fact have something that's exactly like bandages... the sarashi-style wrap around your chest. Of course, without that, you've just got the vest of your monk outfit, and it neither closes in front nor would completely cover you if it did. You'd very quickly be showing off even more than Miriya.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use your chest wrap.|GGMonk1x13]]\n\n[[Improvise a different bandage.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Help them find a doctor.|GGMonk]]

And so begins your life in what you come to think of as 'Pornoland'. You often find yourself waking up in a different place every day, whether it's a sprawling California mansion or a cheap motel room. Sometimes you chatter inanely with other people before you wind up getting fucked, sometimes someone just walks in and it's right down to business.\n\nOf course for the first few months it's mostly 'White Teens Love Black Cock' type stuff. Things like black cops pulling you over and you taking their cocks up your ass to get out of a speeding ticket, black handy men pounding your pussy while you wail about how much bigger they are than your boyfriend (or father, sometimes), and occasionally just thorough gangbangs like the one that first brought you here.\n\nThen, once you start showing, it's pregnancy-themed stuff, obviously. Lots of getting fucked while jutting out your baby-heavy belly proudly, moaning shamelessly about how good it feels to be filled with black babies, and as things progress getting milk sucked from your heavy, sloshing tits as your pussy and ass are pounded.\n\nFor awhile after that it's back to teen stuff, but once you're obviously an adult, that seems to classify you firmly into the 'MILF' category, to judge by the apparent scripts you find yourself reading. It shifts from 'You're so much bigger than my boyfriend!' to 'You're so much bigger than my (late/absentee/sitting nearby) husband!' And some time after that comes an interesting new thrill... 'Hot White MILF Takes Her Black Son's Virginity'. That was on a whole new level of kinky even after all these years of living in Pornoland.\n\nOnce you reach the MILF stage, you seem to linger on and on there. You're really not sure how much time is passing... it's hard to judge days, much less years, in Pornoland. Time passes by the scene, and when the scene's not on you, you seem to exist in a pleasant, vague state of constant afterglow where you can't really remember anything else. \n\nStill, you're left to wonder, sometimes, when you're in the middle of licking and tonguefucking a thick brown asshole... will you be like this forever?\n\nOr are you going to wind up a 'Hot Granny' someday?\n\n<b>Cyan's Porno</b> end - <i>Little White Chick in Pornoland</i>

To be honest, you've always had a rather cold and calculating streak to you. You've just carefully hidden it away, having felt that a cordial and gentlemanly demeanor would take you further. And it has served you well... you've attained the respect and goodwill of your coworkers, a lovely family, and numerous friends. But at thirty-eight, you feel you could have so much <i>more</i>. \n\nSo you've resolved to be more ruthless, and to do whatever it takes to get whatever you want. It's a remarkably easy decision... almost from the moment you make it you feel a calm settle over you, a sort of cool sensation that evens your thoughts and quiets your worries. From now on you're going to do as you like, and make the world yours.\n\nHm. But there's two aspects of life you could focus your newfound coinsciencelessness on. Do you turn your attention to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... your family?|DavidColdFam1x1]]\n\n[[... your career?|DavidColdWork1x1]]

Well, you know what the archer's going to do... she's going to shoot you with arrows. And you can take an arrow or two. The spellcaster, though, is too much of an unknown. Definitely best to take her out first. You consider for a few moments, then nod to yourself. You have just the plan, too.\n\nReadying yourself, you lurge forward, hitting the ground heavily as you run, making the floor shake. Surprise and the vibrations already have both of them off-kilter as you charge through, swinging your axe to knock the shocked elf tumbling and sprawling. You're on the spellcaster just as fast, her eyes widening and mouth opening, either for a shout of surprise or to cast a spell. Whichever it is, she doesn't get to say it, as you grab the back of her head and yank her forward, brutally forcing your cock right down her throat. Her eyes roll up in her head as her throat bulges obscenely with your girth, her hands slapping to your thighs instead of motioning for spellcasting, her whole body shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks. But you keep forcing her down, making her gulp more and more of your massive prick down, her jaw impossibly stretched around the thickness of it, until her lips are pressed around the furry ring of your sheath at the base. Her hands go limp on your thighs, sliding down.\n\nThe pleasant feeling of the priestess's throat (and probably her stomach) is interrupted by a sharp, stinging burst of pain in your shoulder as an arrow sprouts from it. Giving a loud snort of annoyance, you swing around to face the elf, the priestess's mostly-limp form swinging around like a penant dangling from your cock. The elf hesitates at the sight, her fingers loosening a little in drawing back the second arrow. It gives you plenty of time to go charging forward again, the priestess bouncing and swaying from her mouth's hold on your prick as you charge her teammate. Your axe sheers through the top of her bow, the motion knocking her sprawling again. This time before she can get up to her feet, you drop your axe and reach down to grab her, the blonde squirming and struggling, shouting deprecations in her own language.\n\nYou smirk. Well, you have a better idea for her to put her mouth to use at. Sinking down to your knees, you first rip off the priestess's robes, baring her full round ass, curvy hips, and a pair of big soft-looking tits even larger than the redhead's. Then you bring the elf around behind you, forcing her to bend. You can hear her give a cry of dismay right before you force her face in between your powerful buttocks and force her up against the thick, powerful pucker of your ass. She squirms and beats her fists futilely against the curves of your rear, but there's nothing she can do with you holding her there.\n\nYou begin fucking the priestess's mouth, your cock visibly sliding back and forth in her stretched throat. You can see arousal pouring down her inner thighs as you finally start to properly rape her throat, her body giving in to the craving to be your fucktoy. The elf continues to beat her fists against your buttocks, then just rests them there. Soon enough you can feel her tongue starting to move, working over the ridges of your huge thick pucker, sliding against the inside, your overwhelmingly masculine body odor having overcome those delicate elven sensibilities. Yes, that's as it should be. You snort and let out a pleased grunt as both sluts start working you over as well as they can, the half-limp priestess tonguing your cock as it stretches her mouth wide, the elf starting to really work her tongue over your asshole.\n\nYou let out another grunt as, after a few minutes, you let go, the priestess's belly starting to swell outward as you pump another massive load into it, the previous slight curve steadily bulging outward and taking on a full, wobbling roundness as if she were a good eight months or more pregnant. You press the elf in a bit more firmly as your cock twitches and lurches as it shoots, making the priestess's body shudder and the elf's face press somewhat into your ass. Ahhhh... that really hits the spot.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now to fuck the elf.|Mino]]\n\n[[Hm, no, more of the same.|Mino1x5]]

You suppress the quiet snort you want to make, keeping silent. It may delay satisfaction for a few moments more to plan out your attack, but it will be much greater satisfaction if you can grab both of them. Alright, let's see. The elf has a bow and quiver... arrows won't hurt you much, assuming they're not magical. Well, at least one or two, more than that could be a problem, especially if she managed to put them anywhere particularly sensitive like... an eye. The one in the robes is probably a spellcaster. Those can definitely be a lot of trouble... as a minotaur you have some natural resistance to magic, but if she overcomes it, who knows what she could do to you.\n\nIt's mostly just a matter of deciding which is more likely to be a big problem and making sure they don't become a problem, while you handle the lesser threat. Really, as long as you take out the more dangerous one first, if you restrain the other one long enough, your musk should overpower her feeble female brain and have her ceasing all real resistance soon after.\n\n<hr>\n[[The archer's more dangerous.|Mino]]\n\n[[The caster's more dangerous.|Mino1x4]]

Snorting out a rush of almost steaming breath from your muzzle, you wrap both hands around the redhead's middle and bring her down. She twists, hands resting against your fingers, trying to look over her shoulder at you. Her eyes go wide as the broad head of your cock nudges up between her round, bouncy buttocks. "H-hey! No, wait! Stop!" she pleads, renewing her struggling and kicking, but she's simply no match for you. You yank her down, your cock plunging deep into her ass, her eyes instantly rolling up and her tongue jutting out as her tight hole is immediately stretched beyond all hope of recovering, her body shuddering as you start stroking it up and down, working her further and further unto your length with every thrust. Her toned belly bulges obscenely with the outline of your prick pumping in and out of her, and her big brown boobs bounce energetically with your motions, wobbling around, dark nipples stiff.\n\nYou start working your powerful hips forward every time you pull her down, stuffing your immense minotaur member deeper in, forcing that once-tight hole to spread further for you every time. She alternately grits her teeth and lets her tongue loll out, drool running down the corner of her chin as she gasps and squeals and makes strangled noises... almost all of them taking on a slutty tone after you've gotten her barely halfway down your length. There are occasionally whimpered gasps of words, such as "Oh God!" and "You're destroying my ass!", but even those have taken on a pleasured tone as her legs dangle limply, wetness running down the insides of them.\n\nYou finally feel the molten heat of her pussy pressing firmly against your immense balls, and give her a bit of a grind down against you while she gurgles orgasmically, the bulge of your cockhead somewhere between where her heavy tits wobble. Even those brief attempts at coherence fade into gurgling and moans as you start working her up and down a fair portion of your length, stroking your cock in and out of her stretched asshole, using her body as a toy to slake your lusts. Her legs swing back and forth, droplets of girlcum hitting the floor as they drip off her boots, her whole body twitching every time you go all the way inside. Her pussy gushes against your hairy balls over and over again, leaving the fur soaked and matted as you plunder her body.\n\nFinally you give a massive bellow and shove her down hard, her body jerking as your cock twitches and then begins spewing your massive load. A brief look of shock comes over her face before her eyes roll completely up and cum starts to gush out of her mouth, her form shuddering as her belly bulges with whatever's not being forced up and out of her mouth. Your jizz rains down over her chin and onto her tits, soaking practically her entire front before you're through. When you are, you slide your still stiff shaft out of her and drop her to the floor in the puddle you created together. She lays there, twitching and with eyes still rolled up, cum still dribbling from her mouth and gushing from her gaping asshole... it looks like neither her whole nor her brain will ever completely recover from encountering you, whatever else may happen.\n\nSnorting in satisfaction, you pick up your axe and shoulder it. Under the scent of yourself on her, you can pick out other smells on the redhead... more women. With adventurers, that usually means party members. You spend a few moments snuffling around, then set off where the smell seems strongest from. And indeed soon you find another pair of adventurers searching about, these two with a lamp, calling what you assume is your latest conquest's name. You lurk into one of the shadowy alcoves to observe them... a very comely elf with a long blonde braid, wearing a green band of cloth around her breasts and a matching loincloth, a bow and quiver strapped across her back, and a dark-haired woman wearing a small tiara and white robes draped over a voluptuous body, a length of cloth marked with gold symbols hung around her neck and a small rod in her hand.\n\nHm. Experience says the robed one could be a deceptive amount of trouble. The elf is probably quite a handful herself. Perhaps it would be best to just kill the human and claim the elf with less effort... but then, sometimes effort is its own reward...\n\n<hr>\n[[One kill, one easy fuck.|MinoPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Two less easy fucks.|Mino1x3]]

Sinking deep into your basest desires, you let out a snort and grab your axe, setting off down the passageway, but moving with care not to let your hooves fall too hard on the stone below, lest you alert your prey. You find yourself moving instinctively and easily, and soon aren't even thinking about it anymore... or much of anything, your mind fogged over by base, brute instinct and lust.\n\nSoon you notice some light ahead, and carefully creep along until you can lean slowly around a corner and see its source. Yes, as you smelled, a female adventurer, one with long, thick red hair, tan skin, and best of all barely wearing any clothing, just some sort of brief top and black thong with armored belt. She has a shield on one arm and a sword at her belt, looking around with a torch as she examines several potential passageways of your labyrinth. Your cock gives an eager throb at the sight of her large tits and full, round ass. Damn, you're in luck today!\n\nYou're unable to help giving a bellow of excitement as you rush forward, swinging your axe back. Her eyes widen and she drops the torch, going for her sword while raising her shield, but your speed, strength, and reach are all too great. The sword is barely sliding out by the time your axe slams into the shield and shatters it, knocking her sprawling and sending the sword skittering away across the floor. She twists and tries to get to her feet, but you're immediately on her, dropping your axe and grabbing her around the middle with one hand while your other roughly tears off her top, spilling her big brown tits free as she kicks and struggles. Another yank and the belt and thong are gone, leaving her naked save for her bracers and boots. You run your broad, thick tongue over your lips at the sight of her. Now...\n\n<hr>\n[[Knock up that pussy.|MinoPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck her right in the ass.|Mino1x2]]

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There's nothing that says you <i>have</i> to be evil, after all. At least all the time... you could help Jane out if you feel like it. Besides, you have the feeling that you could wind up finding just as much wickedness to do while helping people as preying on them.\n\nYou continue to talk with Jane awhile, Dozer occasionally wandering over to her to get petted, and the same with you eventually, until you decide that a pause in the conversation is a good spot to broach the subject. "Jane, there's something I need to tell you. The reason I had to leave home is, well... I'm a witch."\n\nJane blinks a bit, then gives you a sort of tolerant smile. "And your parents were intolerant of your spiritual beliefs? That's always really-"\n\nShe cuts off, her jaw going slack as you hold up a hand and summon a flickering, swirling ball of light above your palm, shifting it through a few particularly striking colors. "No, I mean like this. It's actually related to these," you say in an amused tone, poking yourself on your enlarged chest.\n\n"Uh... I... I mean... wow," Jane murmurs, still staring with wide eyes, the colors of your light spell reflected in the darkness of her pupils. "That's... wild," is the most she seems to be able to come up with.\n\n"Mm-hmm. But I've decided that I'm going to help you with your situation, Jane. There <i>is</i> one catch," you note.\n\n"You're not gonna, like... ask for my firstborn or something?" she asks, before making a face, clearly feeling she's asked something rude.\n\n"Heheh, nothing like that, no. It's not about payment, so much as.... well, see, my powers sort of work off of sex. So whatever happens, it'll probably involve you having to do something lewd at some point. But I can guarantee you that at the end of it, you won't get split up from Dozer ever again."\n\n"..." Jane looks from you to the dog currently laying across her lap. Her cheeks have colored, and she's squirming a little, but when she looks back up at you, her expression is determined. "I mean... if that's what it takes, then... I guess I'm not afraid of having to do something like that. But... how are you going to help? What's the plan?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her parents change their mind.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Find her a new home.|RoadWitch]]\n\n[[Make her your assistant.|RoadWitch]]

Hm. Much as you're finding yourself liking the idea of your mother on her knees with her lips wrapped around your prick, you might not want to push it on your very first night of being a witch. You've read all of, what, two spells? Besides, like Tandy told you, self control is important... it makes the times where you can cut loose and really indulge yourself feel all the better. So instead you lean forward and kiss your mother on the cheek, smiling at her as you think of various things you'll do later when you have more power under your belt. "Love you, Mom."\n\n"Love you too, dear. Have you eaten already...?"\n\n"I'll just grab a snack to take upstairs with me."\n\nOnce you've settled yourself in your room and peeled out of your jeans and shirt, leaving yourself in nothing but the lewdly-snug thong, you settle in bed and start going through some of the study material Tandy loaned you. The simple book of spells you got the 'Jedi Mind Trick' from is mostly a handful of relatively mild effects and abilities that are, in the majority, accomplished by a combination of mentally picturing runic circles, geometric shapes, and silent incantations. Some of the more complex and powerful ones (relatively, for the book) involve actual spoken words, gestures, drawings, and ingredients. Beginner stuff but useful, you'll want to learn it all at some point. But glancing through the others finds something that draws your interest much more, that being a book that explains how to be a witch.\n\nWhile it goes into more detail, it essentially confirms what Tandy herself said. While there are a variety of witches in the world, the most common (and most powerful) are the 'wicked witches'... wicked not because of evil, precisely, but because of lewdness. Making the world more sexual gives them more power, and the more deviant and out of the norm the sex is, the more power it gives. It also shows why Tandy was so willing to let you be a free agent as long as you weren't going to directly oppose her... while the wicked witch who causes the deviance will receive the majority of the power, all wicked witches benefit from the world getting naughtier. So if you, say... cast a spell that made your mother crave being submissive and having her mouth used to the point that she begged you to tie her up and fuck her face, you'd get a nice power boost from that, but every other wicked witch would benefit from the fact that the world was now a place where a shemale daughter was pounding her mother's throat-pussy.\n\nShifting a bit in bed as your cock stiffens some in your panties at your mental example, you focus your thoughts back on the book... actually, it gets a little easier to control your reactions every time you exercise self-control, you're finding. The book explains that while most wicked witches are female, and start out as normal human women with no powers, it is possible for them to be born if they have a wicked witch parent, and that shemale witches are naturally fairly potent unless they use a birth control spell. (Duly noted.) It also outlines the three primary paths most wicked witches follow in their pursuit of power.\n\nThere's the '[[Generalist|GGCandy]]' path. While every wicked witch will draw a little from every tradition and style of use, the Generalist focuses on nothing and makes use of everything. Perhaps the most generic style of witch, they're also the least limited... potions, thralls, passions, deviance, whatever, they'll use whatever comes to hand. Though from the sound of it it's the old 'student of many master of none' issue.\n\nThen there's the '[[Crafter|GGCandy]]' path. That's a focus on making things... potions, magic items, all sorts of things. It reads as very 'innocuous but tempting apple with a curse on it' really, but it's apparently a very popular (and profitable) path to follow since the items a witch crafts can be used by anyone, as opposed to spells that only she can use. These witches can apparently make a very tidy fortune selling their wares to slightly clued-in humans, likely netting at least a bit of power off of the resulting lewdness.\n\nIt also talks about something called '[[Pyramid Power|GGCandy]]'. Amusingly it has nothing to do with actual pyramids, but is apparently closer to the succubus-witch version of a pyramid scheme. In essence you focus on fucking and corrupting other people, sometimes altering them magically, and then allow them to go about their lives... but, due to their corruption and the alterations, fucking plenty of other people and corrupting them to some extent as well. It can be a more gradual path to power, according to the book, but it's possible for it to grow, well, exponentially. Apparently one of the other benefits it offers is that you'll have some amount of influence over pretty much everyone in the 'pyramid', with said influence being stronger over those closer to the top and growing more intense as more 'levels' are added, to the point that those at the upper levels can be called 'thralls'.\n\nIt goes on to talk about the '[[Drive of Passion|GGCandy5x9]]'. That's a type of power where the wicked witch draws extra power from the lewdness she creates by tying it to something that she truly loves, in essence making it more personal and taking a larger share of the power for herself. That must be Tandy's style... she's mingled her love of candy with her lewd spells so that it's much more 'her' and she has to share less of the power that results with every wicked witch in the world. So you guess if you decided to pursue the Drive of Passion, you'd work in the medium of... video games? Hm!\n\nLastly it talks about the '[[Evil Witch|GGCandy]]' path. Evil witches apparently draw power not just from deviance, but from offense against the world. Much like the Drive of Passion, this nets them a larger share of the power, and opens up many more spells and abilities which other wicked witches could never attain. The book has a lot of cautions about pursuing such a path, though... for one thing, it notes that while every wicked witch does things which are almost uniformly immoral by normal peoples' standards, evil witches consistently do things that are immoral by <i>wicked witch standards</i>, and thus are unlikely to have many friends among other wicked witches. They're also vastly more likely to draw the attention of others, ranging from human law enforcement to people who hunt supernatural creatures, even if those hunters would normally pass over the likes of a witch. It does note, though, that many evil witches consider the high likelihood of dying young (which for a wicked witch is apparently any age under 100) an equitable tradeoff for the sheer amount of power and pleasure they get in the years before some witch slayer cuts their head off, and apparently the most common dying words for an evil witch are some equivalent of 'Worth it'.\n\nSo, the question before you, you muse as you settle back onto your pillow and fish out your cock, stroking it lightly, is what sort of wicked witch do you want to be...?

"HA!" you suddenly shout, thrusting out a palm towards her. A blast of largely unformed but concentrated negative energy explodes from your hand, striking the off-kilter Senshi directly in the midsection and sending her rocketing backward, smashing through the door and tumbling into the hall.\n\nYou hurry forward, though do your best to keep your movement looking like a calm, confident stride. Appearances are important though. You seem to have effectively knocked the Senshi into the far wall, her body twitching as little jags of black lightning play across it, her positively-aligned aura obviously trying to fight off the lingering afteraffects of your blast but having somewhat paralyzed her until she can. She's helpless, and you smirk as you raise your hands to begin casting your next spell. \n\nThen you're distracted by the sound of a nearby door being yanked open. A woman in a scanty t-shirt and denim cutoffs leans into the hall, her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail and bound with a tie that forms a shallow U, her massive tits wobbling with her abrupt motions.\n\n"Hey! What the hell's going on out here?!" she demands.\n\nYou can actually sense a powerful aura from her, so just to be safe you fling the spell you were preparing at her instead. The barely-dressed woman yelps as sizzling bands of purple energy snap into being around her middle and legs, binding her arms to her sides and sending her toppling forward, tits flattening some against the floor.\n\nYou quickly whirl back to Sailor Mars to find that she now has an ofuda in each hand and is surrounded by a flaming aura, her eyes narrowed as she passes her hands through a careful set of motions. A sealing spell, empowered by the flames of Mars! You need to react fast, and elemental magic is one of the fastest and easiest things to reach for. You should hit her with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ice.|HLSenshi19x1]]\n\n[[Fire.|HLSenshi16x2]]

Yes, twisting her body, perhaps even her mind, into a form of your choosing. Demonstrating to this arrogant Senshi who dared to imprison you that you now have complete power over her, to twist her body to your whims as she once twisted yours into a piece of jewelry. A fitting retribution for this upstart magical girl! And luckily you have her curvaceous neighbor to work with too, should you have need! The question is, what to turn her into...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Something accurate.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Something insulting.|HLSenshi20x1]]\n\n[[Something ridiculous.|HLSenshi16x4]]\n\n[[Something aesthetic.|HLSenshi]]

"Pyramid Torch Flame!" you snap out, thrusting both hands towards the Senshi.\n\nThe flaming aura around her briefly seems to surge... before Sailor Mars gives a yelp as her ofuda abruptly catch fire, followed by the rest of her attire save for her tiara going up in a flash of flame and spurts of smoke, leaving her naked and off-kilter, her body completely unharmed.\n\nPerfect, just as you predicted! She may be innately immune to fire due to being the Princess of Mars... but that doesn't mean her items and possessions are immune to any fire but her own, and in fact using your own flames added to her aura allowed them to slip right by her defenses! Taking advantage of her shocked state, you once again cast the binding spell, her arms snapping to her sides and her legs yanking together as they're trapped. She teeters and falls to her side, bare tits jiggling before settling into place, her flaming aura flickering and then dissipating as your spell tamps down on her energy.\n\n"Y-you bastard!" she splutters angrily.\n\n"What the hell's going on, Rei?!" the other trapped woman demands, staring over at the two of you.\n\n"It'll be okay, Mai, honest!" Rei calls back, tossing a glance at her.\n\n"Oh I really don't think it will," you assert smugly, moving to loom over the helpless magical girl. Your brief exercise of your magic has awakened your energies back to their full spellcasting glory, and your hands are surrounded by a nimbus of purple energy now as you let the power flow through you. You're itching to use some of it on this upstart who dared to seal you away! The question is, what to do with her...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Transform her.|HLSenshi16x3]]\n\n[[Corrupt her.|HLSenshi17x1]]\n\n[[Absorb her.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Take her heart.|HLSenshi]]

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," you reply, doing your best not to stammer as you step out of the room, then just stare down at the package in your hands for a few seconds once it's slid closed behind you.\n\nWhen you pass Eskabar's office, her door is open, and she barks out "LaChance!" as you walk by. Jumping a little, you step inside, only to see her grinning. "Congrats. If anyone says you didn't earn it, you are hereby <i>ordered</i> to sock them in the jaw."\n\nYou can't help but grin widely at that. Then you blink as she holds something out to you, a slender white card with three red bands on it. "What's this?" you ask as you accept it.\n\n"Special permit slip type 7A for a food prep unit. Plainer language, a Booze Card." She chuckles as you stare at her. "For five hours, any food prep unit you put that in will dispense alcoholic drinks. Don't do anything stupid with it and don't get so blind drunk you wouldn't be able to do anything other than piss yourself if a Fiend attacked, I'd hate to feel very mildly guilty for giving it to you. Get goin', Ensign," she adds, thumbing at the door.\n\nYou consider noting to her that you're underage just about anywhere you've heard of... but then, you were old enough to spend the last two days constantly killing monsters, so maybe fuck it. You carefully slip the card into your pocket and leave the office, heading to Requisitions as ordered. There, the officer gives you a handful more special permit cards for various things, your new dorm assignment (519), the collapsed form of the heavy armor (which weighs about as much with a backpack with a laptop and a few books in it, and is the size of the laptop), and then asks you to pick out a weapon. Apparently, aside from access to more powerful versions of the standard sidearm and rifle, each FEAR gets to requisition one 'Exotic' at a time. You finally decide on what looks like a slightly beefier version of the standard rifle with a lot more firing modes and a pair of linked AR targeting glasses. You test your new (and much comfier) mask a few times as you make your way down to the FEAR dorms.\n\nWhen the door opens to 519, it reveals a room that's pretty much identical to Shyn's, minus the photos on the wall. You do blink, however, since for a second it looks like it also comes with a catgirl. "Hey, Ronnie, what's up?" you ask as you step inside.\n\n"Hey." She stands up, hands tucked behind her back lightly, tail flicking in a slightly nervous manner. You realize she's now wearing black and white as well, a slightly longer rifle with a curved blade attachment along the underside rested against the wall. "So, ah, how do I look?" she asks, spreading her hands a bit.\n\n"Looks good," you say with a grin. It certainly shows off her sleek figure better than the slightly baggy orange bodysuit did. Again you think you see a flicker of hot purple on her cheeks, before you glance at the door. "Ah, I thought this was my room, did I-?"\n\n"No, no, it's yours. I'm next door, actually, 518. Shyn's 520, too, so that's... nice," she says, trailing off and glancing away, ears flicking.\n\n"Ah... yeah," you agree, starting to set your things down on the bed. It's obvious she has a reason for being here, but now can't quite say what it is. So question is, what to do about it?\n\n<hr>\n[["Wanna talk?"|GGSR9x2]]\n\n[["Wanna get drunk?"|GGOri]]

Yes... such a beautiful Sailor Soldier deserves to be turned into something truly absurd, an utter mockery of a gorgeous woman. And of course, the only thing better than making her take such a comical form would be to give her a good, long look at what she's going to become first!\n\nRaising your hand, you use your power over the magical restraints to lift both girls off the ground, smirking as they both struggle and snarl in anger. How convenient that they're so much alike! You position Rei so that she's kneeling, sitting with her bare ass against her heels, the Senshi glowering at you as you move Mai into an upright position nearby. "It was quite cruel of you to change me into something barely recognizable as myself. I think it only fitting you suffer a similar fate... but first, I'll let you see what's going to happen to you using your friend here!"\n\n"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Rei snaps out, struggling harder against her glowing restraints.\n\nIgnoring her, you slap a hand against Mai's mostly-revealed ass, the flesh jiggling merrily as a glowing pink horse heiroglyphic appears on it. Mai cries out as magic surges through her body, her clothes shredded away as her skin glows, revealing those huge breasts and wide hips completely. She writhes and struggles against her restraints half-consciously and half in simple reaction as her muscles begin to stretch and deform, her neck growing thicker and longer, her arms and legs beginning to shift in shape as her fingers and toes fuse together, thick white hooves forming from her nails. Her hips thrust as her crotch bulges, a long, thick, dome-capped shaft pushing its way out from it and balls dropping free, continuing to grow longer and thicker, looking more like a cheap dildo that just happens to be made of flesh than a truly authentic cock.\n\nYou snap your fingers to dissipate her bonds, the transforming woman dropping to her hoof-tipped feet. For a moment she totters, obviously struggling to maintain a human stance, before she topples forward and thuds onto her forehooves, heavy tits hanging down below her and new cock swaying as she arches her lengthening back, her midsection swelling into an equinoid barrel, her hips jutting up as they take on a shape more like a horse's flanks, yet still with a human female's fullness and roundness, the look of it utterly ridiculous on her not-quite human form. You circle around behind her, watching as her asshole swells and thickens, visibly flexing with its transformation. Hearing her voice turning thick and wet, you continue around, watching as her lower face pushes out into a muzzle-like shape, her lips swelling as they grow to dominate the front, her eyes rolling as her tongue lolls out, the wet pink digit growing longer and thicker by the moment.\n\n"Nuh-no," the transformed Mai struggles to protest, voice a deep parody of itself as she tries to somehow work against the last stages of her transformation, her jerking and writhing doing little more than shaking her curvaceous flanks and making her massive tits and smooth, soccer ball-sized nuts shake beneath her. "Whaaaat did you do to meeeee?" she demands, only to give a loud, thick gasp as you move behind her and give those heavy nuts a slap. She jolts in place and blurts out "CUMMING!" as her cock begins shuddering and shooting long, thick splatters of jizz. A fair amount of it splatters all over the heavy tits the tip of her cock is already brushing against... but some of it still makes it past Mai to splash onto the staring, horrified Rei.\n\n"Ack! H-hey, Mai, you have to fight it, you have to-" Rei cuts off with a loud gasp as her back arches, lifting her tits high, and her hips thrust forward as her crotch begins to bulge outward as well. "No, no, don't, no!" she almost instantly begins pleading, jerking back and forth against the glowing rings holding her as her cock continues to grow, jutting up into the air already stiff and heavy, her growing balls resting against her pressed-together thighs. Soon it's a pillar of flesh that almost comes up to her tits, looking somewhat more 'normal' than the beast standing in front of her. Rei settles back onto her heels, gasping... then actually looking a little shocked as she doesn't seem to be changing any further. Perhaps without meaning to, she looks at you, wondering if you've found mercy.\n\nYour smirk tells her that's not it. "Oh no, the fun's only started."\n\n"Coooock," the Mai-horse moans eagerly, starting to clop forward on its hooves, dangling tits and cock swaying energetically and full flanks-ass jiggling with every quadriped step. Its brown eyes somehow manage to be both glazed and alight with lust as it moves in front of the Senshi, Rei's own eyes widening with horror and her struggles renewing. Her pleas for her transformed friend to fight it go unanswered, and are cut off with a loud gasp as the Mai-horse slides its massive lips over her throbbing prick. A muzzle purely designed for sucking cock engulfs her, and the Mai-horse quickly begins working that thick prick, its huge, dextrous tongue slurping all around it noisily as its own large cock continues spewing rope after rope of seed.\n\n"N-no... no, I don't wanna cum, I don't... you can't make me cum," Rei protests desperately, tossing her head, her struggles having subsided to full-body trembling. Her eyes roll some as the ridiculous creature with her neighbor's hair and eyes continues to eagerly suck her off. She continues to murmur her denials, perhaps mostly to herself, even as the Mai-horse's drool runs down her balls, glistening brightly with all the pre it's mixed with. But finally she can no longer hold out, giving a loud cry and thrusting up against the Mai-horse's fat lips, trembling as she empties those spit-soaked balls into the gulping creature's maw, its thick neck visibly moving as it swallows powerfully with each gush. Rei slumps back a little, panting and gasping for breath as the Mai-horse raises its head, leaving her cock bare and glistening and still hard... then jumps a bit as her restraints suddenly disappear.\n\n"You hoped I wouldn't turn you into such a creature yourself, Senshi?" you say with a sneer. "You're correct! You're going to turn <i>yourself</i> into a mockery of woman and horse, the moment you thrust your fat, eager cock..." You wait as the Mai-horse ponderously turns, its spurting cock leaving a splattered circle of white on the carpet as it turns its jiggly equinoid ass to face Rei, practically shoving its big, thick pucker in her face. "In there."\n\n"I won't!" Rei blurts, even as rather than attempting to run or fight back, she grabs her throbbing prick with both hands and starts stroking it, her eyes fixed on the Mai-horse's fat asshole. "I'll... I'll never fuck her, I'll... I'll fight you, I... oh... oh fuck, this musk," she whimpers as the scent wafting off of the creature's hindquarters wraps around her. "It's... I... I'll never... I..."\n\nCrying out almost in anguish, Rei leaps to her feet and grabs the Mai-horse's ass with both hands, plunging her cock deep into that thick pucker. The Mai-horse's eyes roll, its already continuously idiot-grinning mouth curling in an even more pleasured smile as it gets its ass fucked, no doubt pleased by the feeling of Rei's cock growing and changing shape inside of it with every thrust. Rei's own eyes roll as she thrusts in, her mouth gradually opening and tongue lolling out as the pleasure of fucking the strange beast's hot, gripping, massaging hole overwhelms her, coupled with the pleasure of her body beginning to change, hands-becoming-hooves sliding forward along the Mai-horse's back and sides as her torso lengthens and thickens, her pert breasts turning heavier as they drag along the beast's back, more like the creature below her's own ridiculous udders. Her mouth finally curls up in its own idiot smile just before her lower face starts to push out into a dick-sucking muzzle, crimson-painted lips swelling and fattening, though not as fat as her equinoid ass as it jiggles with every impact of her thrusts.\n\n"Cumming~!" the Rei-horse bellows in its thick voice as it thrusts into the Mai-horse deeply, eyes glazing over, pouring most of her human intelligence into the Mai-horse's ass along with her load. After a moment she totters backward, her lengthened cock slowly sliding from the other beast's pucker, dropping and wobbling as it's freed, now long and thick with a more perfectly-domed head. It's still spurting long ropes of cum even as she drops to all fours, both of them making thick, wet, grunting noises. Smirking, you snap your fingers, a pair of buzzing, vibrating objects appearing in the air... a larger mockup of the Mars transformation wand, and a similarly oversized folded-closed fan. Both creatures roll their eyes and squeal eagerly as the ends of the objects are rammed into their thick puckers and settle there, their cocks renewing their constant spurting, now cumming hard enough to shake up and down with every gush of cum.\n\n"Yes, my 'beauties'," you encourage with a chuckle. "Enjoy your new life of constant orgasms, where your only desire is to be allowed to suck cock, get fucked, and turn more beautiful girls into twisted creatures like yourself. I assure you... you'll have plenty of company soon."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi16xEnd]]

"What?" he answers in a stunned tone.\n\n"Your wife and daughter. I'm claiming them as mine. Both in the figurative and literal sense." You grin wolfishly again. "You don't have a problem with that, do you, Evan? Being a devoted servant of evil and all, I'm sure you were aware that you might be called upon to make this sort of sacrifice. Now. Show me to your bedroom."\n\nHe hesitates... but only for a moment. Then he nods and gestures to the door. "This way, Mistress."\n\nThe room is almost directly across the hall from his study, the bedroom a little old-fashioned and darkly toned for a modern suburban home, but tasteful, with a pleasantly large bed. You glance around, not bothering with the lightswitch... hm, yes, just enough light with the curtains closed for even the humans to be able to see, but enough to make everything nice and dim even in the late morning.\n\n"Good, good. Give it about five minutes, then bring them up and send them in, and close the door after them. You needn't bother telling them any details... other than that it turns out I'm someone very important and I need to see them both. Understood?"\n\nHe nods, briefly looks like he wants to say something, then simply turns and walks out, closing the door after him. You smirk some... no doubt he was going to ask what you intended to do to them. But he either decided he doesn't want to know... or he already has a pretty good idea. And he's probably right, at least up to a certain extent. You calmly strip out of your clothes and spend a moment stretching naked in the unfamiliar bedroom, then resume your proper blue, tailed form... with a nice, thick cock for good measure, of course.\n\nAlmost precisely on the dot of when you told him to, Shandor opens the door and his wife and daughter walk in, primarily still looking at him. "I don't understand who this 'important person' is, she just looked like a teenager, and why are we meeting her in the bed-" Both of them turn their heads and see you at the same time, the mother... Jessica, wasn't it?... opening and closing her mouth a few times, before whispering out "-room?" as her husband closes the door behind them.\n\n"Hello, Jessica. Jaya," you coo as you saunter forward, letting your steps make your tits jiggle and your stiff prick sway. You stop in front of them, letting your eyes glow. Of course you've been subtly working just a bit of influence on them since you entered the house, just enough to make sure they won't bolt or run, and to enhance that sense of attraction to the infernal they've both always felt. "I'm Cyan. Do you know why you're here?"\n\nBoth of them swallow, mother and daughter looking quite a bit alike in the moment, and shake their heads.\n\n"You're here because Evan has gifted you to me. You belong to me now," you continue to practically purr, tail flicking behind you. You reach down with one hand, lightly stroking your cock, drawing their eyes to it. "And I have every intention of making very... very... thorough use of you. Now, take off your clothes."\n\nThere's just a bit of hesitation, but between your light mental influence, their own now enflamed desires, and the simple intimidation factor of being face-to-face with an authentic demon, they obey. Jessica undoes her blouse and drops her shorts to reveal rather plain white underwear, which is soon discarded as well, revealing full, heavy breasts and a thick but neatly-trimmed thatch of very dark red hair. Jaya pulls off her shirt and drops her jeans to reveal surprisingly lacy pink bra and panties, which are also quickly discarded, revealing a shaven crotch and pert B-cups. Smirking, you step in and cup between their legs, amused at their simultaneous gasp. They're already rather wet, and become moreso as you begin to stroke and rub, your aura stoking their arousal.\n\n"These belong to me now," you murmur sultrily, watching them squirm in place, reveling in their shivers. "Along with all the rest of you. And I promise you, I'm going to fuck them. But first, let's put those pretty mouths to work, hm?"\n\nShortly thereafter you're laying on your back on the bed, propped up on an array of pillows and watching languidly as the mother-daughter duo worship your stiff blue prick and heavy balls with their tongues. Jessica runs her tongue and lips up one side, tongue sliding further out to drag along the head, while Jaya gives more experimental little kissing sucks along the other side as she copies a technique she saw her mother use earlier. Both of them keep their eyes mostly on your face, becoming steadily further entranced with you as the aura of lust and attraction you emit seeps into their minds and bodies. At first their lips or tongues only occasionally brush over each other, but as their mouth-worship of you continues, bit by bit their tongues roll over one another more often, and eventually both are licking and sucking at your cockhead freely at the same time, tongues rolling over each as they practically kiss one another around the tip of your prick. Then Jessica slides her mouth over the tip and begins bobbing her head, slowly but steadily taking you into her throat, while her daughter drops down to suck at your balls, green eyes occasionally flicking from your face up to watch her mother's lips slide further down your thick blue pole.\n\n"Mmm, good, you must be quite the slut for your husband," you purr at Jessica, stroking her hair and watching her shiver in pleasure at the crude praise and your touch. "No doubt your husband would have enjoyed claiming his daughter's tight little throat too," you muse aloud as she slides all the way down, lips pressing to the root of your prick. "But I'm going to steal that first from him."\n\nApparently taking that as a directive, Jessica slides up and off of your cock, a strand of saliva briefly connecting her lower lip and the tip of your dick. Instead Jaya moves up and more tentatively slides her lips over the tip, starting to slowly bob her head with it only halfway inher tongue rolling and flicking over it as she works on taking more into her mouth. Her mother strokes her hair and murmurs to her, "Take in more baby... that's right, relax your throat..." Jessica presses on the back of her daughter's head, urging the girl downward until her throat is bulging with your prick, the mother gently tangling her fingers in Jaya's hair and using the grip to guide her in swallowing and gulping down your thick demon dick. Until finally she pulls Jaya up and both of them press in, cheek-to-cheek, mouths open and tongues jutting out as both of them jerk you off, spraying a thick load all over mother and daughter's faces.\n\nSoon after Jessica is laying on her back with Jaya on top of her, the teen alternately sucking her mother's tongue and moaning into the other woman's mouth as you pound her previously virgin pussy, her hands squeezing and rubbing her mother's full tits as she writhes above her. You let yourself slip out of Jaya, your girlcum-slick cock sliding along the cleft of her pert ass, then use a hand to direct it down and push into her mother's pussy instead, squeezing and kneading Jaya's ass as you pound Jessica's much more experienced sex.\n\nYou've definitely got these two good and riled up now, their minds a frenzy of pure sexual lust with all barriers broken down, their bodies and souls aching to be commanded by their new owner. Now, what to do with them?\n\n<hr>\n[[Consume them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Absorb them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Rebirth them.|GGHH28x3]]\n\n[[Merge them.|GGHH]]

You get a rather luscious idea, and with a grin you pull out of Jessica and scoot back. "Jaya, it's your turn on your back. Jessica, why don't you show your daughter some of that lovely tongue-work you used on me?"\n\nJaya quickly shifts over to lay on her back on the bed, her expression betraying a little bit of shyness even as she spreads her legs wide like an experienced and eager slut. Her mother moves over her, kissing her briefly but hungrily on the mouth, then kissing her way down, sucking at her lower lip, then kissing along her jaw and licking along her throat. The teenager moans and writhes gently as her mother sucks and licks at her nipples, hands stroking up and down her midriff. A few more kisses and licks down the trembling flat belly, and soon Jessica is working her tongue up and down Jaya's slit and over her plump, dripping folds, Jaya's hips twitching as she cries out repeatedly in pleasure. Well, Jessica was involved in secret occult circles when she was younger... it's probably not the first time she's eaten out a cute teenage girl, just the first time that she wasn't a cute teenage girl while she was doing it, and the first time the cute teenage girl was her own offspring. \n\n"That's right, get your tongue goooood and deep in there," you encourage, using one hand to press on the back of Jessica's head to keep her mouth mashed firmly to her daughter's eager cunt, while guiding your prick back into the older woman's pussy with your other hand. You start fucking Jessica harder and faster than before, your hips slapping against her ass and jolting her forward against Jaya's pussy, both of them moaning and gasping eagerly now. And then you begin to use your magic.\n\nReaching forward, you grab Jaya's legs, gripping her and holding her in place, as well as being ready to slowly draw her towards you. Your thrusts into Jessica get harder and harder, really pounding her, driving her forward until her face is completely mashed against Jaya's pussy... which then begins to slowly spread wider and wider, more of Jessica's face pushing into it. Jaya's cries grow ever louder and more pleasured as her mother's head starts sinking into her cunt, the frantic, sex-crazed older woman frantically licking at her daughter's dripping pink inner walls even as they slip over her mouth completely. Keeping up your hard, pushing thrusts and a steady pull on Jaya, Jessica's head steadily disappears inside her, the teen's dripping, stretched pussylips gradually closing over her own mother's chin and jaw, snugging back in around her neck. But more and more of that red hair disappears inside Jaya as her pussy is forced to start stretching again, this time much, much wider as it begins to engulf Jessica's shoulders, the teen's eyes wide and tongue jutting out as her pussy stretches impossibly wide around her mother's body.\n\nThe shoulders slip in, Jessica's full tits compressing some and stiff nipples dragging along her daughter's inner walls as more and more of her slips inside, those dripping, darkened pink lips pressing her arms to her sides, until those slip into Jaya as well. Now Jessica is in up to the wait, just her lower body jutting out of Jaya's pussy like some sort of oddly-placed half of a sex doll, Jaya's formerly flat belly bulged up with the outline of her own mother's upper body. Shifting your grip to Jaya's hips, you start slam-fucking her half-unbirthed mother's cunt harder than ever, driving her in more and more with every thrust, until her legs are being pressed together, and you're simultaneously fucking both their pussies. Bit by bit, those long, slightly plump legs disappear into Jaya's stretched cunt, the bare feet the last to slip in, the massive bulge in the teen's belly now taking the obvious shape of her curled-up mother as you continue to fuck just her.\n\nGiving a long coo of pleasure, you continue to fuck Jaya's pussy, which thanks to your magic has tightened back up nicely around your prick despite having just stretched around her own mother, the girl giving overhwelmed, slutty noises of brainless pleasure. But finally you thrust in, pouring more cum into her than could have possibly fit into your balls, just gushing gallon after gallon into the writhing, sweaty teen. Jaya's eyes roll in her head, her cries becoming even more indistinct and overwhelmed as the outline of her mother becomes steadily more indistinct with her belly swelling further and further. Her tits, too, steadily swell and grow from pert B-cups into sloshing, wobbling, overfull F-cups, milk spurting out of them in time with every flutter and clench of her pussy around you as she cums again and again.\n\nFinally you pull out and sit back, admiring your handiwork. Jaya's bloated cumbelly is at least half again as big as it was when it had just her mother inside of it, the whole thing wobbling slightly, the sloshing almost audible as it sways a bit back and forth with her shuddering breaths. Her splayed legs show her stretched, well-fucked, gaping pussy steadily dripping overly thick demon jizz, while her newly milky tits still give occasional little spurts, white cream dribbling down the sides of them. Her head is flopped to the side, tongue lolled limply, eyes glazed as her brain desperately tries to reboot from the impossible thing she's just experienced. Smirking, you stroke your still-hard prick prick, enjoying the sight as you wait.\n\nEventually Jaya's shifting becomes a bit more deliberate, showing she's starting to come back to herself... just in time for her belly to begin to quiver. She yowls and clutches at it as a gush of white spills out of her pussy, which then begins to stretch all over again as a cum-smeared head of red hair starts sliding out of it. Jaya bucks and quivers and screams in repeated orgasm, her pussy quivering and gushing as it stretches around the emergence of a sleek, curvaceous blue-skinned form. In a matter of minutes, Jessica emerges from the path she traveled an hour ago, sitting up and stretching as all the cum she'd been marinating in is gradually absorbed into her skin and hair. She now has a pair of horns jutting from her forehead as well as her blue skin, eyes black-scleraed but still brilliant green, but now glowing as well. Her tits are larger, and a lashing spade-tipped tail flits behind her as she brushes out her almost literally fiery hair.\n\n"Mmmm, I feel like a new woman," she coos. "I guess because I am!" she adds with a giggle, before turning back around to face Jaya. The teen is still quivering lightly, though seems to have recovered much faster this time, her belly once more flat and smooth, though her tits are still huge and overfull with milk. "Oooo, my pretty daughter," the newly demonic Jessica purrs as she slides in on top of Jaya. "Though I guess I'm your daughter now too, hmm?" The newborn demon wraps her mouth around one of Jaya's thick, dripping nipples and starts suckling, gulping and swallowing the now more free-flowing milk, Jaya writhing as her mother-daughter suckles from her. Jessica at first slips a hand down to push two fingers into her daughter's pussy, slowly finger-fucking the passage that just birthed her, but soon it's not enough, and you watch, licking your lips, as a hefty, thick cock and heavy balls grow from the front of Jessica's crotch. Soon she's fucking her daughter gleefully while sucking at her milky tits, Jaya bucking and twisting and begging for more.\n\n"Now now, as fun as this is, it's her turn," you announce after Jessica has spilled two loads into her daughter's now experienced cunt. \n\n"Ooo, you're right!" the Jessica demon chirps, slipping her cock out of Jaya and reabsorbing it quickly. As you flop onto your back again, your tits wobbling and cock swaying in the air, Jessica urges Jaya up. "Come on, honey, just climb on Master's cock! You want to be transformed into a soulless demon, don't you?"\n\n"I..." Jaya looks very briefly terrified at the concept... but the simple sight of your cock stiff and waiting for her overwhelms her better sense, and she instead nods eagerly, climbing astride you and sliding herself down over you, starting to bounce eagerly. She moans like a whore as her now heavy tits sway and wobble with her motion, the heavy bouncing jarring more squirts of milk out of them. Cooing happily, Jessica stands up on the bed and swings her legs to either side of you, leaning forward as she presents her pussy to Jaya's mouth. There's just another moment's hesitation... the girl clearly knows what's about to happen... before lust again overcomes any better thoughts and she leans forward, starting to slurp and suck at her mother-daughter's sodden blue and pink pussy.\n\nJessica shakes her hips, wobbling her plump blue ass against her still human daughter's face... then lets out a loud moan as she starts pushing further back and down, her pussy spreading wide open, stretching over Jaya's head. You grip the teen's hips, holding her mostly still as you pound up into her, while Jessica does all the work of pushing herself down, her demon constitution allowing her to keep her composure even as her cunt swallows up her daughter's head and then stretches over her shoulders. Those fat, milky tits are squashed as they're pushed up inside Jessica's stretched wide cunt, the slick, clear girlcum oozing out of Jessica's stretched cum turning cloudy in a few places as it's mingled with milk. Jessica shakes and works her hips like a stripper dancing on a pole to work herself further and further down Jaya's midriff, her daughter's upper body bulging out her belly, face briefly outlined in the blue skin and mouth opened in either a scream of terror or moan of pleasure. Until finally Jessica sits down on your hips, nothing but Jaya's legs sticking out of her pussy, and those are quickly pulled up and inside with the working of powerful demonic pussy-muscles. Once her teenage daughter is a curled-up outline in her belly, Jessica begins eagerly riding your prick, her swollen stomach rubbing against your tits. "Mmmm, yes, fill me up with cum, Mistress! Fill me up with cum so Jaya can be reborn!"\n\nYou don't take long to fulfill her plea, quickly leaning forward and toppling her onto her back so that you don't wind up pinned under her cumbelly as you start pumping her up. Jessica gives low 'ahhhhhhs' and other moans of satisfaction as her belly swells and wobbles, her hands eagerly working her already large tits as they swell up larger and larger, deliberately squeezing her nipples to send arcs of milk into the air. "Aaaahhhh.... I love it, I'm pregnant with Jaya all over again," she moans happily, glowing green eyes rolling somewhat. "I can feel the little slut in there, frigging her whore pussy as she floats in cum and transforms! I can feel my daughter masturbating in my womb, it's soooo good!"\n\nSmirking, you pull out of Jessica's pussy and move around to her head, letting her eagerly suck you off and clean your prick of all the accumulated cum as she goes through her twisted, infernal pregnancy. She starts moaning around your cockhead and tonguing it even more eagerly as her belly quivers and her pussy gushes some time later, lower lips stretching around Jaya's head for the second time in her life. Soon Jaya is pushing up onto all fours, tail arcing and twisting through the air, cum being absorbed into her almost neon purple hair, glowing green eyes alight with lust and shameless desire as she turns around and moves to start suckling from her mother's immense milk-gushing udders, following the earlier example and soon pounding into the pussy that's birthed her twice with a newmade cock as she nurses.\n\nYou settle back onto the couch to watch the mother-daughter duo (that appelation now applicable no matter which way you apply it) start to eagerly fuck at each other in every possible combination. Being fully and completely Earth-made demons, they'll be better adapted to this realm and more resistant to the tools the opposition can use. Moreover, since you're technically their 'father', they're imprinted on you from creation, a certain amount of loyalty always assured. Their genetic bond also strengthened their gestation of one another, making sure they'll only grow in power the longer they exist, and with every time they fuck each other... which they seem quite keen to do. With just these two, you could have a very good chance at conquering the mortal realm.\n\nBut why stop at just these two? Especially when there are <i>so</i> many mothers and daughters out there...\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH28xEnd]]

Half-dragon's pretty classic... and classically overpowered, but oh well, most of your group should trust you enough to know you won't go Full Twink with it. You flip to the appropriate section, taking a moment to be amused by the drawings of mostly beautiful women with scaly arms and legs and other such accoutrements. \n\nThere's a lot of fluff about half-dragons being driven by their draconic nature and often struggling against certain impulses that come with it, whether they're Chromatic or Metallic. Yadda yadda, it's pretty much Tieflings, isn't it? Well, whatever. You focus instead on the different types of half-dragons, trying to pick out the ones that look the most interesting. They all have great bonuses to their stats, but some get extra abilities as well. You're not entirely certain that some of these are in line with what you know of dragon types, but eh, they play fast and loose with some of that stuff at times, it seems.\n\n[[Half Gold Dragons|GoldDraStart]], for example, not only get the usual bevy of abilities and a breath weapon, they apparently get a massive boost to their Charisma, inherent boosts to Diplomacy and Bluff, and they get to cast Charm Person and Charm Monster several times a day. They also get some inherent minor shapeshifting abilities.\n\n[[Half Black Dragons|BlackDraStart]], by contrast, get a smaller boost to Charisma but also a boost to their Intelligence, inherent boosts to Bluff, Intimidate, and Stealth, can cast Dominate Person and Dominate Monster once per day each, and have most of the same minor spell abilities.\n\n[[Half Red Dragons|GGRDrStart]], even further contrasting, get massive boosts to all three physical stats, but no innate spellcasting or bonuses other than the ability to Rage like a Barbarian once a day. It also makes a note that half red dragons tend to be "between the sexes", whatever that means. (Actually, you kind of have a general idea what it could mean, but surely they wouldn't be so blatant about that sort of Magical Realm-ism.)\n\nOn the flip side of them are [[Half Silver Dragons|GGSDrStart]] who get massive boosts to all three mental stats and a nice array of innate spellcasting. In contrast to the bit about red dragons, it says half silvers are "fertile, though their numbers grow slowly". You're not quite sure what that means, at all, this time.\n\nYou skim over most of the rest of the sorts, not seeing anything particularly interesting, then blink as you come to the end and spot something rather ridiculous... an [[Iridescent Half Dragon|IriDraStart]]. Rather than being the direct offspring of a dragon and another race, apparently Iridescent Half Dragons are the result of multiple generations of different types of half-dragons breeding with each other... thus resulting in a race that is not only "pure" half dragon, but also multiple types of dragon-blooded. Huge stat boosts, skill boosts, tons of innate spellcasting, as much shapeshifting as they want at will, the list goes on and on. This is some next-level OP Mary Sue stuff! ... And, okay, you admit you're intrigued.

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"Good old skeeball. Maybe we'll get Ryan Reynolds to join the Monster Magnet team yet," you quip as you extend the stand of your phone case and set it on one of the side skeeball cabinets that looks too messed-up to use. The middle one seems fine though, and properly dispenses some lacquered (albeit battered) wooden balls after you've dropped a token into the slot. These skeeball machines seem to have a space theme, with various planets and stars marking the targets and their point values, the central and high-scoring hole being, well, a Black Hole.\n\nYou basically just warm up for the first two throws, still getting fairly decent shots as you figure out the surface and the ball weights. Your skeeball videos from various places are actually a fairly popular attraction on the blog so you've gotten good at this over time. You never really intend to play just one token, but still, for the third ball you should try to do something interesting, help hook the viewers right from the start. You'll shoot for-\n\n<hr>\n[[The black hole.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Venus.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[A wild and crazy throw.|WilmaFun8x2]]

The 'Geisha' build is starting to stir some ideas. With those amount of skills, you could focus a great deal on the mental stats, but have enough left over for some decent dexterity and... \n\nYou feel a little disoriented, almost like you just passed out, mostly because you're waking up laying on something that feels like a bed. You're sinking deeply into it, and sitting up makes it feel less like a spring mattress or any particular sort of foam, and more like something stuffed. You blink repeatedly as you look around at a fairly opulent room with very elaborate and expensive-looking table and chairs, dresser, and wardrobe. Pushing yourself to your feet, you almost stagger and fall over at the sudden sensation of wobbling from ahead of you. You look down and-\n\n"What?!" Your voice comes out in a shocked squeak at the sight of your tits. They're huge! And barely covered, too, some sort of straps of white and green cloth with gold filagree around the edges going over the center of each one. You grab them with both hands, making yourself squeak again... yep, they're real. Twisting and turning to look and pat yourself down, you find that in general you've become some sort of wet dream, curvy and generous and padded in all the right places, flat and firm in all the other right places. Patting at your head finds thick brown hair and long pointed ears, and... are you wearing glasses? Nudging them up, your vision is still clear, in fact probably better than it ever has been, and yet putting them back on makes everything... sharper? More obvious? You're not sure how to put it.\n\nAnyway, you're wearing that skimpy top, which is connected to an equally skimpy white and gold bottom, as well as tall half-finger gloves and thigh-high boots. You're not sure if this is some sort of fancy lingerie or something you're actually meant to wear out-of-doors. Speaking of which, eager to see if you can find someone to tell you what's happening, you hurry to the door and turn the knob.\n\nOr try to. It won't move, no matter how hard you twist. You're locked in!\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic!|GGBard]]\n\n[[Calm down and think.|GGBard]]\n\n[[Wait, listen.|GGBard]]

"L-let Viorika go, please," you manage, your voice hoarse. You can hear the other demoness making a muffled noise from Hrungar's other hand... you're not sure if it's pure shock or some sort of denial. "It's not her fault... she only suggested it, I was the one who decided to come here, I was the one who lied, I'll suffer for it but let her go, I... beg you!" you add, gasping some as his hand twitches a little around your throat.\n\nHrungar just stares at you for long moments... then suddenly drops you both to the stone floor. You and Viorika both drop, coughing and gasping... less from the lack of air, more at the overwhelming intensity of an angry, much more powerful demon's influence over you. "Now that's an interesting thing," he muses aloud, but those red eyes are fixed right on you. "An arrogant pipsqueak demon like you, seemed more likely you'd throw the other under the bus, even if she is your 'sister' now. And yet here you are, asking for mercy for her but not yourself. Can't be you thought that it would touch my soft heart... you and I both know demons don't have those." His eyes narrow slightly. "Or do they?"\n\n"Might... might have a few leftovers hanging around from the human I turned into," you admit, smiling sardonically as you rise a little shakily to your knees. "Guess... that's another flaw, huh?"\n\nHrungar stares silently again for a few moments, then pulls over a wide wooden stool and settles himself onto it, the legs creaking faintly but holding. "There's a sort of metal... in the Earth realm they call it 'Damascus steel'. Rather than trying for the purest steel you can, you mix the metals together, let them reinforce each other... a not-quite-blended alloy. The result is often quite strong, and very beautiful... more unique than a plain steel blade, whatever flaws it might have left in it."\n\n"I don't get it." You glance from him, to the equally confused Viorika, and back. "What are you saying?"\n\n"I'm saying you've stoked my interest, girl. So here's the deal I'll make you. I'll keep Viorika here. You may go." At your eyes widening, he snorts. "Feel free to leave forever if you like, none will stop you. But if you want her freed and at your side again, you must show me that the remnants of human in you have made you a more unique sort of demon than the rest. Bring me an angel's feather in return for her. But..." He holds up one big, meaty finger. "It must be a feather freely given. Trust that I'll know as you didn't trust I'd know you were lying, to your folly."\n\nIt's a virtually impossible task, but you don't think pointing that out would exactly help your case. In fact you highly suspect that's the point. You look over at Viorika, who's just staring at you, some mixture of longing and utter shock on her face, before you reach over and pull her into a hug. "I'll come back for you, okay?" \n\n"I... o-okay," she answers, hugging back. "Thanks... big sis. I'll... I'll be waiting."\n\nYou draw back and rise to your feet. You don't see much more point in discussing things with Hrungar, he's given his ultimatum and his mind seems made up. Instead you turn and walk outside, once again mounting your steed. So. An angel feather... not just that, but freely given. And you with still nothing more than the hellhorse between your legs. So... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Seek out an angel in the Lower Planes.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Seek out an angel on Earth.|GGHell]]\n\n[[Seek out an angel in the Higher Planes.|GGHell3x6]]\n\n[[There's no way.|GGHell]]

You should probably drop by, at least, to be polite, right? Mariko does seem like she might be a fun new friend to hang out with, putting in a show of good faith is probably a nice way to start things off. Doing a quick check to make sure your clothes are devoid of stains and that you're not sweaty or gross anywhere, you grab your keys and head back over to the Science SSC building. No one challenges you when you walk in and head for the stairs, making your way to the third floor and opening the slightly heavy wooden door.\n\n"BOY ON THE FLOOR!" a woman's voice blurts out at high volume, almost making you stumble backwards in shock. The shout is followed up by laughter, and Mariko's voice hissing 'Ana!' in annoyed-sounding worry. Feeling a little frazzled, you step fully inside. There's a nice little lobby area right inside the door featuring several couches and a long coffee table arranged in front of an entertainment center. A lot of the coffee table is covered in plates of slightly elaborate-looking party snacks, and you spot Mariko sitting on the floor between the back couch and the table, and another girl sitting on one of the couches still unashamedly laughing.\n\n"I'm sorry, Gwyn, it is the rule but Ana has to be so... so <i>extra</i> about everything!" Mariko huffs, even as she gives you a smile. She seems far more relaxed and at ease now than she was at the party, and... uh, wow. She's dressed quite a bit different too. She's wearing a silver chain with a little heart pendant, which you can't help but notice draws the eye to the way her off-the-shoulder yellow sweater shows a <i>lot</i> of cleavage. You certainly wouldn't have guessed that she was that well-endowed by the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing last night. She's also wearing very short denim shorts and sheer black thigh-highs that hug her thighs enough to indent them. She obviously dressed up a bit for this, and you can't help but think she looks quite a bit different as she smiles up at you.\n\n<img src="images/Mariko.jpg">\n\n"I'm really glad you came, though," she adds. "Oh, right and this is Ana," she adds, gesturing to the other girl with one hand.\n\n"Heyoooo!" chirps the apparently Extra girl, grinning and flashing a sideways victory sign. She has platinum blonde hair cut to about shoulder level and falling over one eye, the visible one very much the same color of purple-shaded blue yours are. She's wearing a thin choker and a hoodie with broad red and white stripes, her legs sheathed in dark black hose... you can't be sure if she's wearing anything else due to the length of the hoodie and the way she's sitting. "Welcome to our den of nerdery, cute boy! Try not to get eaten alive by some thirsty science thot!"\n\n<img src="images/Ana.jpg">\n\n"Ana!" Mariko hisses again as you grin a bit ruefully and cross to sit on the couch across from hers, trying not to make it obvious that you're trying to check if she's wearing shorts or something... purely out of curiosity of course.\n\n"So, are you in the same club Mariko is in?" you ask, glancing over all the trays.\n\nMariko looks a little panicky when Ana snorts. "It's not really an official 'club', so much as the SSC lets us use some of the empty rooms in one of the adjoining buildings for our nerd bullshit. My AV stuff, Mariko's sewing stuff, that sort of thing."\n\n"Oh?" You're a little confused since you thought this was a recruitment event, but best not to dwell on it. Giving Mariko a smile, you ask, "You sew?"\n\n"Y-yes," she whispers, looking down and smiling a little as her face colors. "I'm, um, I'm really into, cosplay. The... the making the costumes part, anyway, I really like that."\n\n"She won't actually go to a convention," Ana stage-whispers to you, prompting Mariko to throw a couch pillow at her. "You won't!" the blonde says with a laugh, before pointing dramatically. "Start the movie, Frank! Before I make it worse!"\n\n"You always make it worse," Mariko mutters, but gives you a sheepish smile that brightens even more as you reach over to sample some of the snacks. Snagging the remote resting on the couch cushion near her head, she hits play and starts some anime movie you haven't seen before.\n\n<hr>\n[[Chat up Mariko.|GwynMori]]\n\n[[Chat up Ana.|GwynAna]]\n\n[[Chat about the club.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Chat about anime.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Just kill time.|Gwyn]]

"For some reason I expected them to be all the same color," you note idly. "Like all green or something." At her start and somewhat guilty look, you wince. "Oh, uh, geez, sorry if that's rude or something, I-"\n\n"No no it's fine! ... Sorry," she murmurs after hurrying to interrupt you. "It's not rude. Um, most Gorgons do have all the same type of snakes, I'm just a little different. It's one of the reasons I applied for the program, because... um, nevermind." She rubs at her upper arm a little, glancing away, then looking back at you. "... It's okay to ask me questions, I promise I won't mind," she adds in a near-whisper.\n\n"Okay. Um... are you wearing those because if you don't, you'll turn people to stone?" you ask, pointing at your own face to indicate the sunglasses.\n\n"Oh. Um, no. My eyes can do some things, but only if I try. Turning people to stone isn't one of them," she adds as she reaches up to pull off the glasses, revealing one pink eye and one purple one behind slender little spectacles. "... I can do that," she admits, before hurrying to add, "Not that I would! I wouldn't! ... But I can, so... I don't want to lie." Phoebe shifts nervously, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. "I can actually... do a lot of things. ... Except act normal," she adds in disconsolate mutter.\n\nThe urge to give her a hug is almost overwhelming, but you don't want to startle her... admittedly, especially since you'd have your face close to her 'hair' when you did. Instead you reach out to give her upper arm a rub. "Don't sweat it, that's what you're here for, yeah? We'll have fun and you'll get the hang of talking to other people in no time, I promise."\n\n"... Really?" she asks quietly, raising her head to look at you, though there's a flicker of hope in your eyes.\n\n"I'll do my absolute best!" You grin and give her a thumbs-up. "C'mon, I'll show you where you'll be staying."\n\nYou turn and lead Phoebe to the guest room, where she looks around and then nods. For some reason you keep expecting the snakes to lift their heads and look around or mimic her motions or something, but they almost seem like they're asleep, only twitching or shifting every so often when her motions move them about. "It's nice, thank you," she says as she sets her bag down on the bed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her some privacy.|HHMCE]]\n\n[[Talk about the room.|HHMCE4x6]]

You pick up the book and flip through the pages, looking for the matching signs on the glittering cartouche. At first you're a little dismayed, since it's such a long name... but then, it does look like it uses some of the same symbols over again a fair bit, so in the end it doesn't turn out that bad.\n\nYou finish using the pronunciation guide to read the symbols on the front of the sarcophogus aloud, then glance around, waiting. There's no immediate jump scare, almost making you disappointed that you wasted so much time. Of course, the fact that nothing happens for long enough to make you start feeling that way means you <i>do</i> jump as the lid of the sarcophogus starts creaking open.\n\nIt swings open slowly, leaving you staring as a decidedly un-mummy-like figure steps out. She's a tall, brown-skinned woman with absolutely huge breasts, bandages wound around them to barely cover the middle enough to hide her nipples, and doing nothing to stop the jiggling as she walks. Around her hips are another set of bandages that just barely cover her crotch, doing little to preserve her modesty as she steps away from the coffin.\n\n"I live again to serve, master," she says in a sensual purr, giving a bobbing bow of her head. Her hair is cut in a short pageboy style, a delicate black dot matching the beauty mark in blue gold on the sarcophogus.\n\n"Buh-wuh?" you stammer, still shocked into motionlessness.\n\nShe clears her throat, then explains. "By reading my name and freeing me from my sleep, I am bound to serve you for a year and a day. Whatever is within my power, if you ask it of me I shall do it."\n\n"Seriously? Anything?" Suspecting you're being put on, you narrow your eyes dubiously as she nods. Thinking of the first thing you doubt a park employee would do even if they were putting on a bit, you say, "Kiss me, then."\n\nWith a smile, she steps forward and puts her hands on the sides of your face, tilting your head up. Before you've even quite processed that she's not making an excuse or backing down, her full lips are pressing over yours, molding to them and working them apart. Her tongue slides wantonly into your mouth, swirling around your own tongue, coaxing it into movement in a mimickry of an experienced lover urging on a shy virgin. As you return the kiss almost numbly, letting your body react to her prompts, she closes her lips around your tongue and sucks it sensually, actually moving her head back and forth a little and curling hers around it in a circle. Then she presses her lips to yours again, resuming the heated, energetic kiss.\n\nBy the time she finally draws back, your head is swimming, leaving you actually wobbling in place and seemingly only held up by her hands. She keeps them there long enough for your legs to stop shaking, then folds her arms under her chest, pressing her barely-covered tits further together and up. "Was that satisfactory, master?"\n\nYour voice just won't work right now, so instead you nod mutely. Once you're a bit more in control of yourself, you croak out, "You... that was... I mean..." You clear your throat. "Do you have, like... powers?"\n\n"I have a number of magical abilities. Some of the more mundane, but which I expect you might find most useful, are the ability to create common things from nothing... such as money."\n\nAt that, your legs threaten to give out again. "You can just... <i>make</i> money from nowhere?"\n\n"Correct. I mean, the government does it all the time, why shouldn't I?" She shrugs nonchalantly, making her boobs jiggle.\n\nYou frown, for some reason worrying briefly that her statement might offend someone, then shrug. Who would it offend, there's no one but the two of you here. "Okay, I... let's get out of here. This is way too much to take in while standing around in a haunted house."\n\nThe two of you head back up the stairs and, with a bit of help from your new "friend", you quickly find an exit out of the haunted house. You head for the park exit next, the mummy trailing along after you and getting quite a few stares at her barely-covered body. But apparently around here even a brown woman who looks like sex personified will be written off as a park employee if she's wearing a weird outfit, and no one challenges you. Stopping near the exit, you turn to her, glancing to make sure no one's paying attention. "So, okay, can you make some money right now?"\n\nShe nods, and holds out a hand. Without flash or effect, a stack of hundreds is suddenly resting in her palm, and she passes it over to you. You undo the wrapper and stare at the bills... you've never actually held one of the newer ones, but you saw the ticket clerk at the entrance handling some... these look exactly right. Feeling lightheaded, you nevertheless remember something you haven't asked yet. "Oh... what's your name?"\n\n"My name is Okana, master," she replies, looking pleased that you asked.\n\n"Great. Okana. C'mon, let's go."\n\nThe cab driver looks a bit suspicious when you ask to be taken to the ritziest hotel in town, but gets over it when he's handed a hundred right up front and told he can keep the change. After an impressively fast and direct ride, you head into the massive hotel. The clerk gives a ragged-looking kid and a near-naked sexbomb the stinkeye, and you prepare to bribe him in similar fashion, but instead Okana hands over a credit card. After running it, the clerk's manner goes from borderline rude to obsequious incredibly fast, and he practically bows and scrapes all the way to the elevator, where he shows you the code to punch in for the penthouse.\n\nThe penthouse is immense, luxurious, and everything you could have dreamed of. You're in a bit of a haze as you head into the bathroom, your body on a sort of autopilot in just wanting to get clean. And you do, in a giant shower that simulates a jungle rainstorm. Once clean, you dry off with an Egyptian cotton towel and then wrap yourself in an oversized robe of the same material, padding back out into the main room. You stare as you find that Okana has stripped off her bandages and apparently disposed of them, leaving her curvaceous, luscious body fully bare. Her short, black pubic hair has been trimmed into the shape of an ankh, and her large, dark areola are puffy, the nipples stiff in the cool air-conditioned environment of the penthouse.\n\n"Ah, master, I was just perusing the room service menu," she announces, holding up the leather-bound folder. "Considering how much your clothes were hanging off, I thought that might be your next concern."\n\nYou just stare at her, feeling another kind of hunger entirely, your cock threatening to slip out of the folds of the robe as it stiffens.\n \n<hr>\n[[Be nice, she may be your magical servant but she's still a person.|Okana1x1]]\n\n[[Hey, she said it herself, she has to do WHATEVER you say for a year and a day.|Okana]]

Deciding to take a more idle approach to hanging out at a party, you make your way over to the viewing area and find a couch to flump down on. At a slight squeak from the side, you blink and look over across the middle cushion and realize Mariko is actually sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Wow, you didn't even realize she was there, she has like... no presence when she's all curled up on herself like that. "Oh, uh, sorry, am I crowding you?" you ask, pointing vaguely in the direction of one of the other seats.\n\n"N-no, no, it's fine, you don't have to move," she assures you hurriedly. "It's fine!" she adds, a little desperately.\n\nOkay, best not to press it since she seems a little upset at the idea she might chase you off. So you just settle in, turning your attention to the movie. "Wow, this screen's really good," you note, as an attempt to break the ice some. "This movie looks way better on it than I've ever seen before."\n\n"Yuh-huh," she agrees quietly, shrinking in on herself a little more. For awhile you think that's that, and that it might be better to just leave her alone... but about ten minutes later, she actually speaks up again. "I, um... I actually really like this one. I know a lot of people hate it, but I... ... I like it," she concludes in a voice so quiet that you almost can't hear her over the movie and the music playing to the rest of the party.\n\n"It's definitely got its good points, yeah," you agree. "I mean if nothing else it looks great, look at that bit right there, that's just nice design work."\n\nShe perks up a little at that. "Yeah, I know, the colors are so good, aren't they? Um, what's your favorite Star Trek movie? No fair saying Four!" she adds, then blushes and ducks her head, looking embarrassed at her enthusiasm.\n\nYou can't help but laugh a little. "Yeah I guess most people would say Journey Home, huh? I mean, if we're talking the whole series, then maybe-"\n\nThe two of you chatter about both the movie onscreen and others, venturing back and forth from Star Trek to some other things, with Mariko gradually relaxing until she's practically animated, talking with her hands and enthusiastically going on about her opinions, apparently ignoring the rest of the party. It's not until she notices you glancing around that she seems to clue in and do the same, giving an 'oh'. "It's thinning out a lot, I guess the party's almost over."\n\n"Yeah, I probably better go," you allow, starting to stand up. "It's been really great talking with you, maybe we could exchange numbers?"\n\n"U-um!" Her cheeks go red, her phone already having been half-raised, and she tucks it in front of her lower face as she ducks her head, looking down at the screen. Wow, she really is shy. "Um, okay. Okay, yes please. B-but... but also, Gwyn, there's going to be another... um, party? Not party," she hurriedly corrects, peeking up at you through her lashes. "Just sort of... getting together and hanging out... me and my club..."\n\n"Oh, you're in a club?" you ask.\n\n"... It's sort of a club," she murmurs, lowering her eyes again and squirming. "But um, we're going to hang out tomorrow and watch some more things... probably anime... up on the third floor here. Um, that's the girls' dorm, but it's okay for boys to be there, s-so it's fine. You know. If you want to come. Tomorrow. At like seven," she continues, getting steadily quieter the longer she goes on.\n\n"Sure, I should be able to come by," you answer, not really thinking much of it. It sounds like she's probably just holding a recruitment event, right?\n\n"R-really?!" Her eyes light up as she looks up at you. Wow, she really must want more club members. "O-okay, I'll see you then! ... Oh! Um, um, my number, it's..."\n\nYou finish exchanging numbers and bid Mariko goodbye, heading back to your dorm room. It looks like Allen isn't back yet, but that's not a surprise, he seemed like the sort to succeed wildly at such a party. Trying not to be resentful over your own complete failure to make any progress on the romantic front, you change and flump into bed.\n\nThe next day you mostly just go about settling into the room and wandering around campus a bit learning where things are, with the vague thought in the back of your mind that you're supposed to remember something. It's not until around 6:30 that you remember... oh, right! Mariko invited you to some little event she's having to try and recruit members for her club. What kind of club even was it again? Well, you're not super interested in joining a club anyway, what if you wound up having to spend time with some of the same sort of jerks that used to tease you? Still, you did tell her you'd be there...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|Gwyn4x2]]\n\n[[Skip it.|Gwyn]]

"... I, uh..." You clear your throat. "Look, I don't mean to embarrass you any worse, but... this doesn't exactly seem like the standard masturbation session." You grin sheepishly as a combination of anger and shame flashes across her face. "Sorry, sis, just... it seems like something might still be wrong, and I'm still worried... so what's up?"\n\nElaine, her face normally a mask, clearly waffles for several moments, worrying her lower lip with her teeth and squirming, before finally letting out a sigh and hanging her head. "It's a... side effect of my bloody stupid mutation. Sometimes when I spend a long time in animal form, the biological change causes me to become... aroused. Heat, rut, whatever you call it, it starts up and it lasts for awhile even after I change back. Normally when it's a dire situation, out there in the field, I can keep it together just fine. Once I get home, it's... it's rough," she admits, letting the sheet slip down now, baring about half her full, gleaming breasts.\n\nFighting not to get distracted, you keep your eyes on her face. "Uh, geez, do Mom and Dad know?"\n\n"Not exactly the easiest thing to bring up to 'em, little brother," she answers with a hint of her usual dry delivery, shaking her head. "It'll pass... eventually. I mean... it'll be rough until it does, but..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Offer to talk to your parents for her.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Ask if there's anything you can do.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Suggest helping her relieve her arousal.|RunFF]]

'Guarana Gator'? The can is more slender than the others and silver, and makes you think of... ah, yeah, once you pick it up and pop the tab, you immediately recognize the scent. It's an energy drink... one of those that claims to be loaded down with healthy supplements in addition to its hefty caffeine content. Though the smell is nearly identical to the ones you're used to, you notice the cartoon alligator on the front is dressed in track shorts and running cleats, indicating the marketing intends it for athletes.\n\n"Ah yes, our 'sports/energy' option, surely something needed by a slac<i>bzzzt</i> hardworking and obviously athletically inclined individual such as yourself. Our formula boasts something no other energy drink has, though our testing has not yet confirmed if that is for a good reason or not. But we still boast about it containing all-natural enzymes to aid in growth of various parts of the body." You reach for one of the short plastic cups included with the tray, before pausing as the voice adds, "However, it should be noted that we are still doing science to tweak the exact appropriate ratio of growth enzymes. Please be extremely moderate with intake."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, okay, just a sip then.|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Maybe a third of the cup?|MikeAppSoda]]\n\n[[Psh, it's fine, drink a whole cup.|MikeAppSoda3x2]]\n\n[[CHUG CHUG CHUG!|MikeAppSoda]]

"Eve, listen to me." You step forward, carefully since those guns are still trained, and grip the bars, looking past them at her. "I <i>didn't do this</i>." Which... you don't know is entirely true, but you can say it with conviction since while other Cyan might have, you haven't. "Whatever's between us, is it really worth putting the stain on your career of having an innocent woman sent to prison just for spite?"\n\nThere's a momentary flare of anger in her eyes... but the set of her mouth changes, becoming just a little uncertain. "This isn't about me. This is about the evidence."\n\n"Which you said yourself could be interpreted that way but didn't absolutely mean I did it! You just jumped to that conclusion over me passing on the job!" You sigh some. "I was tired, uncertain, I wasn't sure if I could face Reaper again." Not necessarily in the way she'd think, but again all true from your own point of view. "Come on, do you really think I did this?"\n\n"... Admittedly," she says slowly, turning her head away as if she couldn't quite look at you. "When I saw the evidence presented my initial reaction was... shock," she allows. "Whatever I might think of your character, that did seem outside of it. But the evidence is the evidence," she adds, looking back at you, though you think you see a tiny shred of shame creeping in around the corners of her eyes. "I would have arrested anyone on that evidence."\n\n"And if it was anyone but me, who'd done all they had previously for the IIA, what would you think?" you press.\n\n"... I would be inclined to believe them that the evidence was circumstantial." Now she's actually looking a little troubled. "Perhaps even manufactured."\n\n"Then don't I deserve the benefit of the doubt?" you urge. "Doesn't the hard work you've done building your career demand you hold yourself to that standard?"\n\n"Do not tell me what my standards are!" she snaps back, before visibly reining herself in. "However. I will hear what suggestion you have."\n\n"Look, let me prove my innocence," you urge. "Let me out of here and give me some time. I'll find proof I was framed, or I'll take down Reaper, either one should be enough to get me off the hook, right?"\n\n"Let a prisoner out of my custody hours before their trial?" She apparently can't help but snort at that. "And what possible incentive could I have to do that?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll wear a monitor.|GGMS]]\n\n[[She can come with you.|GGMS]]\n\n[[You'll join the IIA.|GGMS]]

Well, you have to wear something. You reach towards the pile of Shado's discarded clothes, then hesitate and glance at him. At his absent nod of approval, you haul them over and start getting dressed. You'd expect everything to be too big for you, but apparently they're slightly more advanced than they look since as you pull them on the seemingly normal clothing adjusts its size to fit you. You blush a little at the feeling of Shado's cum soaking into the black boxer-briefs around your ass and thighs, but just go ahead and pull on the battered green-grey military-style pants over them, as well as the tight black shirt and the padded, many-pocketed vest that matches the pants. When you reach for the blaster holster, though, Shado grunts, so you quickly and meekly hand it over to him before pulling on the plain black clasp-fasten boots and standing up.\n\n"Hm, think I'll head back to the ship and tell the crew about the big bounty head we've got now," Shado says after a few more moments of examining and testing the suit. Oh, that's right, in the short conversation before he brought you back to his room to put you in your place, you told Shado about the bounty on the Quatra twins. Without really thinking about it you fall into step behind him as he leaves the room and heads through the halls, heading for one of the lips and telling it to head for a docking pylon. It's a few minutes of a ride that's at least a fair bit smoother than the elevator you took from the docking pylon down to the main ring, though the hallway is similar-looking enough when the doors open.\n\nThe big wolfman steps out then glances back at you, raising one white brow again. "You coming?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yessir!|CySW1x5]]\n\n[[Uh, well, um...|CySW2x1]]

"Yessir!" you blurt, hurrying out of the lift to catch up with him and falling dutifully into step just behind him. Some part of your brain is rolling its (your?) eyes at you for almost literally heeling like a trained dog, but, well, he told you to come so you're following him.\n\nYou follow him down the short passage to an airlock, the windows inside showing a long ship with a gunmetal grey hull, though you can't really pick out a lot of details from here. Instead the two of you step inside... it's a lot cleaner in here than on the station, though there's definitely a strong scent in the air. Something thick, musty (or maybe musky?), and rather hot and... animal. Probably has something to do with the fact that every crewman you pass along the way is not only a man, but some variety of anthromorphic animal. All of them stop and respectfully acknowledge Shado with something like "Sir" or "Captain" (or "Cap'n" in a few cases), with most basically ignoring you... though a few glance at you and leer a bit, making your face heat.\n\nShado eventually turns and enters what you figure must be his cabin on the ship, to judge by the size and style of it. It's not really decorated overmuch, other than with a few pieces of what you are assume are art hung on the walls or set on shelves. It's a little messy, but not cluttered, with a fairly large bunk against the wall largely centered in the room. Sitting in one of the chairs is a large, well... horseman, wearing an outfit similar to the one, well, you're wearing now, albeit in shades of red and rust colors, presumably to go with his chestnut hide and black mane. He's a bit more than a head taller than Shado, though despite literally looking down at the wolf the respect is obvious as he says, "Sir. Didn't mean to intrude if I am, just that you said you wanted these reports soonest."\n\n"It's fine, Klydess, good job," Shadow acknowledges as he takes the thin tablet from the other man, looking it over briefly before nodding and handing it back. "Everything looks good. But I picked up a bounty tip from Cypher here that should be a fairly quick bit of work here on the station before we depart, so we're gonna delay probably one more day. Go ahead and organize one more shift of leave once we're done here. I'm going to check on the bridge and then come back, we'll discuss the bounty before I head back stationside. Both of you wait for me," he adds, glancing at you briefly before turning and walking back out.\n\n"Yessir," you say mostly to his back, the response having practically turned into a reflex in the short time you've known him. You look over at Klydess, not sure how to address him. The big horseman just gives you an appraising look up and down, before heading over to sit on the side of the bed and lean back on his hands, looking at you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to talk to Klydess.|CySW]]\n\n[[Just wait patiently.|CySW1x6]]

You clasp your hands in front of yourself, resisting the urge to rock on your heels... or to overthink what you're doing here. Because the longer Shado is gone the more that little part of your brain is demanding to know what the hell you're doing here and why you're just doing whatever the hell this guy tells you to. The only answer you really have is 'it feels right'... like obeying Shado is just what you're supposed to do, no matter what it is. You don't know why, but it feels good to be his subordinate, even if he wants you to do things you wouldn't do for anyone else... in fact that kind of makes it feel better. You shift a little in place as your cock hardens some beneath your secondhand clothes at the memory of how good it felt for Shado to bend you over that bunk and fuck you hard, and you notice Klydess smirking a bit... as well as the somewhat more noticeable bulge in his own pants.\n\nSoon the door slides open and Shado returns, retracting the suit you gifted him into its removable form when he's barely inside the cabin. "Alright, you two, strip down," he orders as his own muscular, fur-clad body is bared, including the heavy balls and thick sheath at his crotch, a hint of red already starting to peek out of it. You almost instantly obey right where you are, shrugging out of the vest and pulling off your shirt, while Klydess just as obediently undoes his pants and lifts his hips to slide them down, baring a very sizeable equine shaft arching out over heavy balls, obviously partly hard already. Shado seats himself next to the other man once he's finished removing the rest of his clothes, beckoning you over after you've finished setting aside your pants and boots, your own half-hard cock bare. You walk on bare feet across the deck, and at the downward flick of the wolfman's fingers settle to your knees on the floor halfway between the two of them.\n\n"I think you have enough potential to be worth bringing aboard the crew, kid," Shado says with his wolfish grin, his approval sending a thrill of excitement through you and causing your cock to instantly stiffen all the way. "Klydess here is first officer, so you'll be taking orders from him too, of course. To show you understand your place in the chain of command, go ahead and give us both a good ball-washing with your mouth."\n\n"Yessir," you answer eagerly, leaning forward and pressing your lips against your captain's big furry sack, looking up at him reverently as you start stroking your tongue against it, tasting the scent of sweat and fur in your mouth. Having dampened the fur of one of his balls sufficiently, you move over to just as respectfully and dedicatedly start sucking and licking at one of Klydess's even bigger brown balls, the horseman giving a chuckle as he looks down at you. You watch Shado stroke a hand up and down along Klydess's big, thick horsecock, from close to the base to near the ring around the middle, while Klydess similarly rubs and strokes his captain's large canine cock, squeezing gently on the knot while you're busy tongue-bathing their balls.\n\n"Bet you don't even like males, do you, Ceed?" Shado chuckles. "Probably usually only get it up for girls, eh?"\n\n"Yessir," you answer truthfully, but only after letting one of his big furry balls slip out of your mouth, and before moving over to try and fit one of Klydess's even bigger ones in, sucking and tonguing it to try and urge it past your lips.\n\n"So you may be wondering just why you're on your knees, jerking the hardest stiffy you've ever had in your life while being told to suck two men's sacks, huh?" Taking your soft moan around Klydess's testicle as your assent, Shado continues. "It's because I'm an Alpha Canian. People whose wills aren't as strong as mine are naturally drawn to me, they want to offer their submission to me in hopes I'll command them and become their leader. Every single man, and the few women, on this crew is my bitch... I've fucked every last one of them, and whether they like males, females, something else or nothing, I guarantee you every single one hopes that I'll put them on all fours and stuff my knot in them every time they obey one of my orders. It's a handy little ability for a ship captain, don't you think?"\n\n"Yessir," you agree in a worshipful tone, responding to the revelation that he's basically mind controlling you to be his obedient crew-slave by kissing and licking at the base of his sheath before returning to sucking his balls.\n\n"Mmm, even big old Klydess here is my bitch, aren't you, Klydess?" Shado murmurs, giving the root of the horseman's cock a light squeeze.\n\n"Yessir, definitely your bitch," Klydess murmurs in return, leaning down to press his lips to Shado's, the two of them briefly and visibly lapping their tongues against each other while you suck at their balls, fondling your own with one hand and stroking your prick with the other.\n\n"Even though he's the even rarer 'Herdlord' Equaan," Shado chuckles, looking down at you. "Know what that is, kid? It means that anyone that he fucks with this..." He gives the other man's cock a light shake with his hand, flinging a little strand of pre out and leaving a few more to dribble down the shaft. "Turns into a complete cock-craving size queen bottom, no matter what they liked before. Hm... would you like that, rookie?" he continues, giving Klydess's cock a few more strokes. "You want Klydess to fuck your ass and turn you into a lifelong submissive sissy? We've got a good handful of them on crew already, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Y-yessir...|CySW3x1]]\n\n[[Ah, nosir.|CySW1x7]]

"I, um, I think I'd rather keep liking girls, sir," you murmur sheepishly, even as you resume flicking your tongue over the captain's furry ballsack.\n\n"That's fine... mm, if I'm honest, actually enjoy fucking straight boys even more," Shado chuckles, gripping his fingers in your hair and pulling your head up, having you slide your mouth down over his cock, leaving you sliding your tongue over the underside of the pointed tip and letting it be pressed against the bottom of your mouth as you slide down the bulging middle, gagging a little as it pushes into your throat... but such is your desire to please your captain and pleasure him the way he wants that you suck and swallow it down like a good bitch, all the way down to your lips pressing against his knot. Shado makes a low sound of pleasure in his chest as he works your head up and down with his hand, the other still stroking Klydess's cock. "That's right, bitch, work that straight throat-pussy over my prick. Get those hands off your dick and fondle our balls instead... yeaaah there you are," he grunts as you raise your hands to cup his furry sack and Klydess's heavy, more leathery one. "May still only like girls but I bet you could cum just from sucking my dick long enough, couldn't you? Look at that cock that's only for girls all hard and dripping at being allowed to suck another man's dick, you're practically jizzing just from licking my knot, aren't you, bitch?" Chuckling again, he pulls you up and off his cock, leaving you gasping with a smear of mingled saliva and pre connecting your lower lip and the pointed tip of his inhuman dick. "That's enough. Now, since you're not going to let him fuck you and turn you gay, you still need to suck at least one load out of Klydess. And I expect you to deepthroat him, alright, rookie?"\n\n"Y-yessir," you gasp, your voice hoarse from already having it stretched by Shado's prick, your body shivering as you look over at the much, much bigger equine shaft jutting up from the first mate's lap. Nevertheless you sidle over, wrapping both hands around the lower half of it as you lean in to slather your tongue all over the tip of the flared head, gazing respectfully up at your new commander as you clean the pre off his cockhead. Then you stuff the big head into your mouth... you already feel stretched with just that, but nevertheless you start bobbing your head, working more and more of the shaft into your mouth and then further, your throat bulging obscenely with it as you force yourself down, since Klydess doesn't seem interested in helping, unlike Shado. So it's up to you to stuff more and more of that horsedick down your throat, the bigger bulge of the flare gradually disappearing from the external view as it slides deep enough down to be out of sight. You may not like cock, but pleasuring this one feels so good since you're doing it at the command of your captain, your owner, your alpha. And because it's his command, you don't stop until the Equaan's heavy ballsack is pressing against your chin and your lips are fastened around the root of it, your hands having settled on his strong inner thighs instead.\n\nJust as you're beginning to bob your head a bit again, you feel the ecstatic sensation of Shado's cock pushing into your ass again, the intense pleasure of your alpha using one of your holes. He grips your hips and is soon fucking away at you in quick, firm strokes, his fingers squeezing you to remind you of their power, his big furry balls slapping against your smooth human sack again. "Yeaaaah, there's my good straight bitch, sucking all that Equaan cock and getting off on me fucking your ass. Yeaaaah, squeeze around me, whore, you love that big Canian cock don't you, straight boy?"\n\n"Ah, Captain, been way too long since we did this," Klydess moans, finally resting a big hand on your head, less to move you and more to keep you sucking the lower half of his cock, making sure your throat stays constantly stretched by his prick. "I'm not sure what the difference even is, but I just can't get enough of the way a straight boy's throat squeezes around my prick every time your knot smacks his asshole!"\n\n"Yeah, you love my knot too, don't you? Practically cumming thinking about me knotting your ass, bitch?" Shado murmurs, leaning down and sliding his hands up, strong fingers stroking over your nipples, urging them to stiffen further as he stimulates them. "Bet it feels good to have your tits played with as I fuck your ass and make you my bitch, doesn't it? Say it, say 'Play with my tits' around that cock, whore."\n\n"Pw'h w'h m'h t'tz, s'h!" you do your best to say around the horse prick stretching your throat, shuddering and rolling your eyes as your alpha pinches your nipples and twists, making you send a few fresh streamers of pre flinging through the air with the bouncing motion of your cock. Of course you almost immediately follow that up with heavy spurts of actual cum as your master stuffs his knot inside your ass again, Klydess following suit by thrusting forward, burying his own massive cock all the way down your throat and leaving your nose pressed to his crotch, both of them grunting and groaning in their deep, masculine voices as they use your holes as cumdumps.\n\nAs you're laying facedown on the bed recovering from your initiation, cum still dribbling out of your stretched ass, you're vaguely aware of Shado and Klydess stepping out of the bathroom, both of them still lightly damp, Shado resheathed and Klydess's gleaming, clean cock swaying limply above his balls as they move towards their clothes. "I'm gonna head to the station and track down those royals, if they're still there. When the kid's coherent, have him get cleaned up, get outfitted, and radio that ship of his to dock it in a bay. By then I should be ready to have him come join me, we'll see how he does with taking down this bounty head as his real test about joining the crew."\n\n"Will do," Klydess agrees, and a few seconds later you hear the door slide open and closed. Then Klydess, still naked, settles to sit on the bed in front of you, patting one of your cheeks. "Ceed. You hear that?"\n\n"Mmf. Yessir," you murmur, pushing yourself up a bit and looking up at him.\n\n"Then use the 'fresher, I'll have your new togs brought over while you do. After that we'll get your ship docked."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get cleaned up.|CySW]]\n\n[[Suck Klydess's cock again first.|CySW]]

You're really not sure why you feel so obligated to go over and talk to this guy, but you make your way through the tables and light crowd until you can stand across from him, giving him a respectful nod. "Ah, hi there."\n\n"Hm?" He looks at you from where he'd been eyeing a passing waitress, then grins... well, wolfishly, which you suppose must come naturally to him. "Well well, I've seen your face on some notes, boy... Cypher Ceed, isn't it? The new hot shit coming up the ranks in the bounty hunter world."\n\n"Ah... maybe so, yeah," you murmur, unable to help ducking your head and blushing bashfully.\n\n"Come to pay your respects to your elders, hm?" Apparently your sudden nervousness shows on your face, because the thicker white fur over one of his eyes raises. "Haven't heard of me, then? Ah well, you're new, and apparently don't associate with the likes of other hunters that much. Well then, kid, allow me to introduce myself... Shado Wolfe, captain of the <i>Dark Pack</i> and its crew."\n\n'Seriously?' part of your brain snorts at the wolfman's given name, but out loud you find yourself saying, "It's really an honor to meet you, sir."\n\n"Mm, I imagine." Shado regards you for a moment, then grins again and gestures to the chair in front of you. "Why don't you sit down, I'll buy you a drink, a sort of 'welcome to the club'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit down and have a drink.|CySW1x2]]\n\n[[Tell him about your bounty instead.|CySW]]

"Sure, a friendly drink sounds good," you reply, pulling out the chair and having a seat.\n\nRoughly ten minutes later, you're bent over the side of a bed, moaning like a whore as Shado pumps his long, thick canine cock into your ass, one of his strong hands lightly tangled in your hair and pressing your head against the mattress, the other gripping your hip and occasionally delivering a slap to your buttcheek in between impacts of his hips. 'Wait, how did this happen?' part of your brain thinks, even as most of you is focused on the feeling of your hole spreading around the bulged middle of his shaft and swallowing him up right up to the knot that thumps against your pucker. 'I don't even like guys!'\n\nYou sat down, he ordered you a drink, which all seemed completely normal, as he told you about how he'd never had any disrespect from his crew and how smooth most of his bounty hunts went. Then he suggested going back to his room on the station to continue talking which had seemed totally reasonable. Once the two of you were back there he'd said the two of you should get comfortable, which meant naked, which had also seemed totally reasonable. Then he'd been bending you over the bed and pushing the pointed tip of his unsheathed cock into your ass and your own prick was harder than you could ever remember it being and you were moaning like a girl as he started fucking you.\n\nWhich is how it happened, but part of you is still confused. That part definitely isn't in charge though, with the feeling of Shado's big furry balls slapping your smaller smooth ones, his larger, hotter-seeming body leaned in above you. "Thaaat's right, it feels good to be put in your place as my bitch, doesn't it?" he murmurs in your ear, voice a low, rumbling growl as he pounds into you, his prick slick and hot as he fucks you.\n\n"Yessir," you groan back eagerly, bucking your hips back against him a bit, your own cock flinging little strings of pre out as it wobbles from his impacts. "Yessir, I love being your bitch, make me your bitch, please!"\n\n"Mmm, that's right," Shado rumbles, giving your ass another spank and making you cry out in pleasure, your hole squeezing around him in response. "You're just a little brat that needed to understand he was a bitch, hm? Isn't that right? Come out here saying you don't know who I am, little shit," he adds with a near-growl, giving you a few more swift spanks and making you buck against the bed, your cock twitching. "Who am I now, bitch?"\n\n"You're the strongest, you're the best, I'm your bitch," you whimper, before gasping loudly as he gives a harder shove at that, thumping his knot against you. Taking it for the encourage it is, you start blurting out, "I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, I'm your biiiiiiiiiiiitch!" you wail out as he finally shoves forward hard enough to force his knot inside, the thick bulb of flesh swelling and locking him inside you as your eyes roll and your own load spills all over the floor, your body twitching with overloaded pleasure as he pours an endless stream of jizz deep into your previously virgin ass.\n\nShado amuses himself running his hands over your waist and hips, occasionally giving your hair little tugs or your ass a few more slaps, each time making you buck and moan and wriggle, shifting his cock around inside you and making you squeeze around his knot. But finally he deflates enough that he can pull out, making you gasp as your pucker once more stretches around the girth of it before his long red prick slips out, along with a rush of his cum dribbling down your taint and over your balls. "There we go," he rumbles cheerfully as he stands up, stretching. "You young bucks really need to be shown your place as soon as possible, after all."\n\n"Yessir," you moan softly, shuddering at the feel of more of his cum leaking out of your thoroughly-fucked hole.\n\n"Hm. You know, I think to complete your understanding of your place, you should make me a gift of this power suit of yours," he continues, picking up the collapsed 'backpack' form of your suit. "Don't you, boy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yessir, of course.|CySW1x3]]\n\n[[W-wait a second!|CySW]]

You shiver a little at a faint momentary struggle, but at this point you just somehow understand that the concept of Shado being stronger, better, and more powerful than you is poured into your mind as deeply as the cum he dumped into your ass. "Y-yessir, of course, please take it."\n\nChuckling, Shadow swings it around to press it to his back. As it expands out to cover his body (including creating a fairly impressive bulge over his balls and sheath), the colors shift to predominantly black with white accents and a few splashes of purple. "Ah, very nice, looks good on me," he comments, raising his hands and flexing his fingers. "This is a fine gift, much appreciated."\n\n"You're welcome, sir," you murmur as you push yourself up on the bed, glancing around briefly.\n\n<hr>\n[["But what do I wear now?"|CySW]]\n\n[[Put on Shado's old clothes.|CySW1x4]]

Being an animal last night was really weird. Maybe you should stick to more familiar bodies.\n\nSpeaking of familiar, that's an interesting point... you could pick someone you know, or someone you don't know to inhabit.\n\nYou could always [[be Maya again|QOBook6x7]]... it was great yesterday! You wouldn't have your body laying around close at hand to be a sex toy, but you're sure you could still manage to have a lot of fun. More close at hand, there's always [[your mom|QOBook]]... a very wicked possibility, considering what you're likely to do in her body, but hey, you've already headed in a pretty deviant direction as it is. You could always try being your friend [[Kevin|QOBook]] for the day, since admittedly you've always kind of wanted to be him anyway. You could step into the shoes of someone from a different social strata too... like the [[most popular girl in your year|QOBook7x1]] or the [[top jock|QOBook]].\n\nAs for people you don't know, even a little bit, you could pick someone famous! You've heard there's a [[big time actor|QOBook]] in town, a super, super popular guy with a ton of money and a hot wife (though he's always come off as a bit of a jerk in your opinion). Or there's the [[richest guy in town|QOBook]], he has truly ridiculous amounts of money, you somehow think you could have a lot of fun with that. Or, for that matter, you could find a [[rich woman|QOBook]] to inhabit, considering how much fun a girl's body was yesterday... you bet a hot female body and a ton of money would seriously provide some options. Or hey, for that matter, there's a super famous [[female athlete|QOBook]] who lives in Deviville... she's most famous as a swimmer, but she's also got a movie in theaters right now and she's really popular (and really attractive).

Why interrupt a good thing? You're pretty sure you've only begun to scratch the surface of the fun you could have as being even a fairly typical teenage girl, why go leaping right into grander experiences? There's certainly no indication that this is going to wear off, so you've got plenty of time to explore.\n\nYou head out the door... or well, through the door... and walk to Maya's. You guess you could fly, but walking faster than your physical body would normally allow works well enough, so why mess with it? You do fly up a little bit once you arrive, peering into Maya's window, seeing that she's apparently just gotten out of bed and is wearing a black tanktop and boyshorts. Grinning, you focus on her, gasping a little at suddenly finding yourself in her body. Unable to wait more than a second, you slide a hand down the front of those boyshorts and start stroking fingers over your borrowed pussy, your other hand going to one of Maya's breasts as you moan softly.\n\nAs you do your preliminary fondling, you also rummage around a bit in her memories. She definitely has no memory of anything odd happened yesterday, apparently never having really noticed the missing time or figured out why she felt tired (and a bit sore), chalking it up to sitting in an odd position and a lack of caffeine. You start to push the boyshorts down when you hear a noise from downstairs... dang, that's right, you saw her dad's car in the driveway when you arrived. Sighing, you slip your hand out of Maya's shorts and lick at your slicked-up fingers, starting to resign yourself to waiting until he's left.\n\nSuddenly, some particularly perverted part of your mind speaks up, suggesting an idea that maybe you shouldn't let him leave. Having a cock in you yesterday felt <i>so</i> good, and as much as it might pain you to admit, Maya's dad is probably even better hung than your own body. You could always try seducing him, and really get fucked by an active participant with a nice, hard, thick prick and hands to grab your tits and-\n\nYou give Maya's head a quick shake. You can't do that! Making Maya fuck her own dad? Even if she didn't remember it, he almost certainly would, think of what that could do to their family! \n\nThink of what that cock could do to your pussy, the voice of lust whispers back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for Maya's dad to leave.|QOBook6x8]]\n\n[[Seduce Maya's dad.|QOBook]]

You can't help yourself... you're just too curious, and when will you ever have an opportunity like this again? Slowly, nervously, you take hold of the bottom of your shirt, and lift it up, feeling the odd sensation of your breasts dropping free from imprisonment once you've pulled the shirt up enough, and watching it happen in the mirror as well, the pale globes spilling free, capped with stiff, light pink nipples. You've probably seen Maya topless before... when you were little kids. Definitely never like this.\n\nYou just stare for long moments, only shifting a little bit, watching the faint wobbles of them as you move side to side. After a minute you pull the shirt up and completely off, brushing your hands through your hair, feeling how long it is. After another bit of staring, you decide to take the plunge and undo Maya's cutoffs, wiggling them down over your hips and letting them drop, revealing the black thong she was wearing underneath. You turn around and do your best to look at her... your... ass in it, round and milky white, running your fingertips along it and watching, feeling, the flesh indent. Already knowing you're going to by now, you push down the thong as well, watching the waistband go loose as it gets over your hips and then drops down your legs. You turn back around, looking at Maya's pussy in the mirror... wow, she shaves, completely smooth.\n\nSlowly, ever so slowly, you reach a hand down, gasping a little as your fingertips slide over the smoothness of her crotch, and then even louder as you actually touch her... your... pussy. Pulling your hand up, you bring both up to cup Maya's breasts, gently squeezing them and tweaking your nipples, moaning lowly at the sensations. Drawing away from the mirror, you move to lay down on Maya's bed, stretching out a little and really starting to work your tits, squeezing and rubbing them, enjoying both the sensations of a pair of big, firm boobs in your hands, but the pleasure from them being rubbed and kneaded and pinched. Eventually you slide a hand back down, your fingertips finding your pussy dripping wet this time, starting to stroke your fingers up and down. You're fairly sure Maya's memories are guiding you at least a little because you find her clit fairly easily, crying out and arching your back as your fingers stroke the sensitive little nub. You swirl your fingers around it, gasping and writhing on the bed, hand squeezing your breast occasionally.\n\nYou're not entirely sure when you actually slide two fingers into yourself, but the feeling of actually having something inside your pussy, being penetrated, is almost overwhelming. It doesn't feel as good as rubbing your clit but damn if it doesn't feel good! You start fucking your fingers into yourself, whimpering and gasping as you work your borrowed cunt eagerly. It's actually not too long before you cry out as an entirely new feeling of orgasm races across your nerves, Maya's body trembling around you as you cum.\n\nPanting, you raise your hand up, looking at the glistening wetness clinging to Maya's fingers and gleaming on her nail polish. That was... amazing, and you have to admit, you want more. You... you kind of want to fuck something! But what? And then your gaze wanders to the side, towards your own limp body sprawled on the floor...\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|QOBook6x5]]\n\n[[What no way!|QOBooks]]

Swallowing hard at the realization of what you're about to do, you slowly get up from the bed and walk over to your body. You wonder if this counts as losing your virginity twice?\n\nYou kneel down on top of your body's lap and slowly undo its jeans, tugging down its underwear in front. You're almost worried that it won't be able to get it up without your spirit inside, but it's already starting to stiffen even as it comes spilling free, and even a few tentative touches of your hands are enough to have your body's cock nice and hard. Apparently some teenage boy reactions happen autonomously. You swallow a bit again as you give it a few careful strokes, and see a little dollop of pre form at the head.\n\nStill, with how good your borrowed fingers felt in your equally borrowed pussy, this will have to feel even better. And admittedly, maybe a bit of you has always wanted to have sex with Maya, even if this definitely wasn't how you pictured it. You take hold of your body's cock with one hand as you lean forward, actually brushing Maya's tits in your body's face inadvertently as you try to get into position. It takes a little fumbling about, the feeling of your body's cockhead rubbing against Maya's outer lips making you squirm, until you finally find the spot and are able to start sinking backwards.\n\nYou moan loudly at the feeling. It's so hot and big inside you, way more than your fingers! And admittedly, your own body isn't even that well-hung. You rest both hands on its chest, looking down at its placid, unmoving, apparently sleeping face as you steadily lower your eager cunt onto its prick. Once you feel your ass settle against your body's lap, you bite your lower lip and squirm a little, mewling at the feel of that cock writhing around inside you at the movement. Knowing your empty shell of a body isn't exactly going to rush you, you spend a few minutes playing with your tits and just enjoying the feel of that hot, hard cock inside you, before resting your hands back on its chest and starting to move.\n\nYour motions aren't exactly learned, but again no one's going to complain... your own body is basically a big flesh and blood dildo for you right now. You bite Maya's lower lip gently as you start to find a good angle and rhythm, working your hips and legs to bounce on that stiff cock, your ass lightly slapping against your body's lap. It's not all that long before you manage to get yourself off again, throwing your head back and crying out as your borrowed pussy squeezes down around your own cock. You shudder, panting, then almost immediately start moving again, riding your still form's lap with Maya's pussy as hard and fast or slow and steady as you want.\n\nYou bring yourself to four more girlgasms before finally admitting you're tired, and climbing off your still form, its cock flopping against its belly and dripping wet. You blink at a sudden thought... did your body ever cum? You slip two fingers into your now well-fucked pussy, mmmfing a little as you swirl them around and pull them out to look. You're not sure, but it looks like it probably did, several times. You almost start to panic, before a thought picked up from Maya's mind reassures you that she's on birth control. Letting out a relieved sigh, you head into her bathroom to take a shower.\n\nAfter enjoying the feel of soaping up and washing down Maya's body, and getting yourself off another two times, you dry off and head back into the room. You pull Maya's clothes back on, then clean up and redress your body. Sitting down nearby, you stare at your body, and try to concentrate and will yourself forward at it like you did when going into Maya's, seeing if you can skip the step of actually getting out.\n\nYou blink, and sit up, looking down... yes, you're back in your own body, and can faintly feel the sense of wetness in your shorts that has your face flushing. You look over at Maya, who's sitting there with a blank look on her face and a glazed expression in her eyes... until she too blinks, and shakes her head. "Uh... hey," she says, staring at you. "... Did something happen?" she asks curiously, frowning just a little.\n\n"Um, no," you answer, doing your best to sound confused as well. "We were playing with that book, then we got bored with it, and then we've just been sitting here."\n\n"Oh. Okay." Maya shrugs, starting to stand up. An odd expression comes across her face... one followed by a blush of her own. For a moment you're worried she's remembering... but then she gives a little squirm. Apparently she's just noticed something about the way her body feels. "Erm... hey, Jamie, I'm kinda tired, I think. You mind...?"\n\n"No, okay, I'll catch you later," you answer, trying not to sound too eager.\n\nOn the walk home you try and digest. You can still remember everything that happened in Maya's body... including remembering her email password. And if you try hard enough, you can also remember what happened to your body while you were out of it... including the feeling of Maya's body bouncing on top of it, her pussy wrapped around your cock. The thought has you growing hard again, and you hurry home with a red face, hoping no one notices.\n\nThat night you do a bit more experimenting after going to bed. You can move around pretty freely, and with a bit of experimentation can even fly a bit, though getting too far from the ground quickly becomes disorienting. You can pick up objects and move them, though they're quite a bit heavier than they are with your body... you need both hands just to lift a textbook and carry it. You can move through walls and physical objects, but only if you deliberately try, and again it's a bit weird and discomfiting. At one point you notice a cat passing by outside, and on a whim try to possess it like you did Maya. You find yourself looking out at a very different world, much bigger and in different colors and light than the one you saw one moment ago. The cat's memories help shield you some, like Maya's did with being in a different body before, but it's still very weird and rather than trying to get used to it, you vacate fairly quickly.\n\nYou spend most of the night doing these experiments, and in the morning return to your body to find it as rested as if you'd slept the night through. That's a nice added bonus! You can't help but be excited now, and during breakfast make an excuse about not feeling well, and that you'll be going right back to bed. Once you lay down, you slip out of your body again. Now! Who to spend the day as? Well, you've got literally a world of options. Heck, first you have to narrow it to a species!\n\n<hr>\n[[Human.|QOBook6x6]]\n\n[[Animal.|QOBook]]

"The 'walk outside your body' one, I guess." Admittedly, there's been once or twice where you've wanted to be outside of yourself anyway.\n\n"Alright, let's see. Wow, this gibberish, wonder if it's another language or just someone's lame cypher or what. Ahem. 'Dyga y fymg uh dra cbened ceta, palusa y banjo krucd frah oui fyhd, dra bufan banjanceuh budahdeym ec bnaddo rekr!'" Maya raises her hand up dramatically as she sweeps to the finish, then drops it and grins at you. "So, anything?"\n\n"I don't know," you say with a sigh, trying to concentrate. Almost immediately Maya yelps, jumping up from the bed and rushing towards you with a cry of your name. You blink, turning some to look at her... and stare at the sight of her kneeling over your sprawled form. You yelp yourself and scramble to your feet and backwards some, looking at your hands. They're... slightly transparent. You can still see yourself (in fact, all of yourself, you're naked), but you can see <i>through</i> yourself too! The sight makes you go stumbling back in shock again, bumping against Maya's computer desk and causing the chair to rattle and some pens to fall to the floor. Maya's head jerks up and towards it, then looks even more shocked than before.\n\n"... Jamie?"\n\nYou stare back at her, then slowly move forward and reach out to poke her shoulder. She yelps again and jumps to her feet, a hand going to her shoulder as she stares around the room with wide eyes.\n\n"... Geez, Jamie, is that you?"\n\nWow. You really are outside of your own body. And you can apparently touch things, at least a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Reply in writing.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Get back in your body.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Try a ghost trick.|QOBook6x3]]

Admittedly, now that you're out of your body, you're kind of curious as to what you can do, and so you try one of the most basic out-of-body ghosty things you can think of... trying to possess someone.\n\nYou step towards Maya and experimentally just sort of... will yourself forward. You feel an odd rushing sensation, and all of a sudden you're staring at a different part of the room than you were. You blink a few times, then look down at yourself... and a pair of black cotton-clad C-cups. You raise your hands, looking at your... Maya's... black-painted fingernails.\n\n"Whoa," you whisper, almost jumping when it comes out in Maya's-but-not-Maya's voice. Huh, so this is what she sounds like to herself? You walk over to the mirror she keeps in her room and stand in front of it, staring at yourself/Maya. The body feels weirdly different and yet natural at the same time. You twist back and forth, move your arms, stand on one foot... everything moves just like it would if it was yours.\n\nCurious, you close your eyes and try to think at Maya herself. You're not sure how, but after a moment you get the sense that she's not really aware of you... or anything else, for that matter, just peacefully tucked away somewhere inside as if she were asleep. Curious, you try to see if you can glean anything from being in her body, and are surprised when things easily come to you that you'd have no way of knowing, like her email password. You open your eyes, still staring in shock at Maya's reflection looking back at you in the mirror.\n\n... Her very attractive reflection.\n\nYou suddenly realize how small the cutoffs really are and how tight the shirt really is, partly because you can now feel them hugging up against you. You blush... and also watch, and feel, as your nipples stiffen up under your shirt, looking like they're trying to drill holes in the fabric. The sensation of getting aroused in this body is weirdly different and yet at the same time not... certainly not enough to freak you out, you suppose because some of Maya's memories are insulating you from it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play around with her body.|QOBook6x4]]\n\n[[Get out.|QOBooks]]

"Fine, what's 'spirit' do, anyway?" you ask with a bit of a huff.\n\n"Spirit-y things, I would assume. Yup, see here, '[[To walk outside of one's body|QOBook6x2]]', '[[To let one's spirit roam free during dreaming hours|QOBook]]', '[[To move, capture, and alter the spirits of others|QOBook]]', and '[[To move outside the flow of time|QOBook]]'."\n\n"How's that last one a 'spirit' ability?"\n\n"Got me." Maya shrugs a little. "Maybe if it works, you can figure it out!" \n\n"Yuh-huh."\n\n"Don't be a spoilsport, what ability do you want?"

"I think we should make cute Katalina our guest for the foreseeable future," you decide, before pointing at a spot in front of you. "Summon Succubus Assistant."\n\nIn a puff of purple smoke, a new Succubus appears where indicated. Specifically, one that you've used various bits of energy from yourself (and your bond) to make, leaving her with scruffy (but pretty) brown hair in the color you used to have, your current purple eyes, a hint of Mary's current curves, wings similar to yours albeit broader and more standard, and a gold-inlaid sling bikini style outfit, with some similar design work on the spaid of her tail.\n\n<img src="images/Jayana.jpg">\n\n"I exist to serve, my King and Queen," she purrs.\n\n"Your name will be Jayana. I want you to take care of outfitting a room for the princess... something comfy but not too glamorous. Give her a complete wardrobe that ranges from modest to borderline obscene, but try to keep it vaguely princess-y, you know?" You consider for a moment, then grin. "Masturbation-proof the room. I don't want there to be anything that'll make it easier for her to get off once she starts going into heat. You know, round table, inward-curving doorknobs, furniture with wide square feet, that sort of thing."\n\n"Of course, my King, I'll see it done immediately."\n\n"Mary, you take care of coordinating the succubus rumor mill. Let's let the world know that Demon King Jamie is holding Princess Katalina Pearcider hostage. That should get a bold band of heroes rolling up to our door, ready to get taken down."\n\n"Yes, Master!"\n\n"You, random succubus, come suck off this two foot cock I just grew!"\n\n"Yay!"\n\nIndeed, within the month one of the patrol succubi flits back to inform you that a group of four heroes has been spotted making their way towards the castle. You summon up a scrying image, Mary and Jayana joining you as you take a look.\n\n"Okay, so looks like we've got two knights... ah, actually I think one's a knight and one's a paladin."\n\n"How can you tell the difference, my King?" Jayana asks, glancing over at you.\n\n"Well the big dude with all the muscles has impeccable hair but some scruff beard which absolutely means knight, and the woman's all prim and proper looking with a blonde ponytail and a throat designed to be bulged out by monster cock, so she's obviously a paladin, right?" you say, pointing at the two fully armored (but of course helmetless) figures walking up the path to the plateau. The skinny chick in the leather getup is probably their rogue or whatever they call them here, aaaand the cutie in the white cape with red triangle trim is obviously their healer. Ohhhh, that's a boy, isn't it? Heheh, very nice."\n\n"Ahhhh, yes, a perfect cute boy who looks like a girl but is embarrassed to look like a girl," Mary coos, clasping her hands together. "I can just smell it!"\n\n"Hmmm, I have a good plan for him," you note. "So no one else touch him, got it? That's an order from the King," you add, sending out the mental command to all the succubi you control. "The rest, we'll handle individually. When they get into the labyrinth, we'll split them up riiiight... here," you declare, pointing at a spot on the map.\n\nYou had the first few floors of the castle remodeled into a winding maze of hallways, rooms, and passages, both to give you a chance for exactly this sort of situation but also so that an invasion by anything more than a small group of adventurers would be effectively impossible. All of you watch as the quartet slowly picks their way through, the leather-clad woman with short dark hair occasionally pointing out one of the traps (largely tokens you left just to get found) as they go. When they reach the decided point, you activate the traps. Four different floor panels activate, two tilting to the extreme and dropping the armored figures through the holes beneath and into separate rooms, while the other two flip upward, toppling the rogue and healer and pushing them along the floor until the panels slam into place in the passageways, effectively turning into walls. "There we go!" you chirp. "Now, we should have plenty of time while they're wandering around separated to do as we like with them!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Handle the adventurers.|QODK3x6]]

Unfortunately, by the time you realize that you got frazzled enough to say what was distracting you so thoroughly rather than what you meant to, the change is already coming over you. You can feel your body being infused by the same bright, glowing energy you saw Mary effectively turn into, and it feels... it feels <i>so good</i>, like you're orgasming with every cell in your body as it grows tall and slender and sleek, as wings push out from your body, as your hair grows long and wild and a tail sprouts from your lower back and all of it feels <i>amazing</i> and the more of you that there is to feel good the more pleasure washes over you.\n\nYou blink as the energy abruptly "pops" away from you like it did Mary, leaving you standing there, then loking down at yourself. As opposed to Mary's lusciously curvaceous form, you're sleek and slender... small breasts, lean hips, and yet every part of you is contoured and sculpted to utter perfection. Your outfit isn't quite as skimpy as Mary's, shiny black-purple material framing your sides and scooping down the front of your crotch and over the front of your small breasts, with a dark, translucent material stretched over your front. Your legs are sheathed in tall, elaborate boots, and you curl your almost iridescent purple and blue wings (just the two, long and thin ones) around to look at them even as you flick your tail forward, noting the particularly deadly, almost blade-like tip with multiple curves. You touch at your head, feeling the pair of horns arcing back from either side of your forehead, and the decoration hung between them.\n\n"... Eh? Did it work?" You actually feel a lot more calm than you expected, more concerned with whether something went wrong with your spell than the fact that you've turned yourself into a succubus. You place your hands on your pert rear (noting your long, clawlike fingernails and the translucent gloves sheathing your arms as you do) and turn back and forth, trying to get a good look at yourself. "I don't look like you, Mary, am I actually a Succubus Queen?"\n\n"O-oh you definitely are, Master," Mary murmurs, adding in a whisper of 'Such pretty purple eyes' before shaking her head and continuing. "Ah, every Succubus Queen is different, designed to appeal to different tastes and different ideas of the perfect body. So I got super curves and extra succubus traits, you got perfect shaping and more stylish succubus traits. You're also probably still more versatile than I am with magic and such. But... I'm guessing you didn't do that on purpose, so... Master, are you alright?"\n\n"Ah... actually..." You slowly start to smile, then with a squeal of delight you lift into the air, doing a twirl of celebration. "I feel absolutely amazing! Being a Succubus Queen is the best! I totally would have done this anyway if I knew how good it felt!"\n\n<img src="images/SuccuQueenJamie.jpg">\n\n"It is sort of like a constant background orgasm all the time, isn't it?" Mary says dreamily, stroking her hands over her huge tits and down over her belly.\n\n"Yeah, but you know what's better than background orgasms, right?" You grin wickedly, poking your tongue out. "Foreground orgasms!"\n\nWith a snap of your fingers, you pop the two of you to a convenient pocket dimension that's... well, it's pretty much just a huge bed. You already took the liberty of dispersing your scant clothing when you shifted yourself, and it looks like Mary had the same idea, barely missing a beat as the two of you come together and kiss, hard, deeply, letting your tongues shift and twine and mold together, reshaping by the moment however it would most pleasure each other, pushing down one another's throats or stroking inside one another's mouths as you knead those huge, perfect tits and she squeezes your sleek, perfect ass.\n\nOver the next several days, the two of you explore a tiny fraction of the sort of wickedness a pair of Succubus Queens can do together, especially when they're in love. Of course the two of you are perfectly capable of reshaping your bodies at will, so things like you growing a big fat horsecock to fuck between Mary's tits and completely cover her face in a gallon of cum is no problem, nor is her growing a more standard human one even bigger than that and fucking up into you as you ride her, your flat belly bulging up obscenely with it. Similarly, growing a quartet of slightly smaller cocks and fucking Mary with two in her pussy and two in her ass is rather sublime, especially when she grows tentacles and stuffs all your holes with them at once. You have to admit, though, that as simple as it is, one of your favorite things is spending an entire day licking her pussy and tonguefucking it while she uses her tail, split open into a multi-petaled pleasuring device, to cover your pussy and stimulate it with all the wiggly little nubs and multiple tongue-like protrusions inside.\n\nMost likely the two of you could stay in the little pocket dimension lewding one another quite happily for the rest of eternity, but, well... you have Demon King-ing to do. So after getting it out of your system somewhat, the pair of you pop back to the throne room and you settle into place on your throne, folding one leg over the other and resting your hands lightly on the throne's arms, tail slowly sliding back and forth through the air to one side. You watch as Mary takes care of summoning a number of succubi and setting them about making over the rest of the castle (including furnishing those damn torches), then let out an 'mmm' as she turns back to you. "I suppose our next order of business is what to do with Princess Pearcider," you note with a smirk.\n\n"Word that we have her will proooobably get out eventually, somehow it always does," Mary responds with a smile. "We can spread the word by having disguised succubi pass rumors in human settlements, or even send a few visions in dreams, but it probably would help things if she wasn't in storage."\n\n"Hm. So I suppose we could take her out and lock her in a room. Of course, with so many succubi in the castle now, plus the ambient energy and those two things feeding in on each other, it'd probably gradually corrupt her and turn her into a constant bitch in heat," you observe with a smirk.\n\n"Oooo, I bet she'd make a rather nice succubus herself, Master!" Mary cuts in. "Royalty has inherent traits that make them suited to becoming powerful demons, and she could wield the Blade of Aldamira even if she was corrupted... once we'd taken out some heroes to establish a name for ourselves, we could conquer her former kingdom, establish a franchise, as it were!"\n\n"Hm, expanding is good, expanding is good," you allow thoughtfully. "... To that end we could 'expand' her. Turn her into something completely lewd and lacking in even the most basic dignity... really break the spirit of any heroes that make it through and actually get a glimpse of what their princess has become!"\n\n"Ooooo, that could be fun too!" Mary nods eagerly, pauses, then shrugs. "Of course, you could always just leave her in there, too. It's not like it's a super big deal, if you'd rather focus on fighting heroes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put Katalina in a room.|QODK3x5]]\n\n[[Turn Katalina into a succubus.|QODK]]\n\n[[Turn Katalina into something lewd.|QODK]]\n\n[[Just leave her in storage.|QODK]]

Which adventurer do you want to go after?\n\n<<if $jskknighthandled is false>>[[The knight.|QODK3xjskknight1x1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $jskpaladinhandled is false>>[[The paladin.|QODK3xjskpaladin1x1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $jskroguehandled is false>>[[The rogue.|QODK3xjskrogue1x1]]<<endif>>\n\n<<if $jskroguehandled is true and $jskpaladinhandled is true and $jskknighthandled is true>>[[The healer.|QODK3xx7]]<<endif>>

As much as the lure of the gacha calls to you, you want to be serious about your Demon Kingness, so you shake off the desire. "Let's go ahead and summon some specific monsters."\n\n"Aw, well, that makes sense, Master. We still get a surprise in what's summoned specifically, after all! Hm... we should probably fix up the throne room first, don't you think?"\n\nAfter some consideration, you agree. Let's see... some fancy backing for the throne, basically big fake windows with elaborate settings, lots of melty candles for mood lighting, some prettyboy demon statues, weird latin-y banners strung across the archways, something also vaguely monster-ish enfolding the throne, aaaaand done!\n\n<img src="images/jdkthroneroom.jpg">\n\nOne gothic throne room, awesome and waiting! It took you about a day, but thanks to your super stats, even with using a bunch of stoneshaping and item creation magic you didn't get tired. You look over at where Mary is finishing with an elaborate circular design on the floor. "There," she declares. "This summoning circle will lower the mana expenditure a bit. You can summon them anywhere, of course, but if you use this it'll cost you a bit less."\n\nYou nod thoughtfully. Hm, should you go ahead and craft your new look? ... Ah, maybe better to wait until you've decided what kind of monster you're going to summon, so you can fit in a bit better with it. \n\n"So what are you going to summon first, Master?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A dragon.|QODK]]\n\n[[An orc.|QODK]]\n\n[[A Drow.|QODK]]\n\n[[A vampire.|QODK]]\n\n[[A human.|QODK4x1]]\n\n[[A succubus.|QODK3x2]]

The four of you move out into the hall with you in the lead, letting you be the one to swipe the card through the lock of the room next door and head in, your group of tall, fuzzy, naked tigerpeople walking down the short hallway without hesitation as Rosa gives a teasing chirp of, "Housekeeping!"\n\n"We're in h-" The forty-or-so woman with long, wavy brown hair starts to say before the lot of you walk in, her eyes going wide. She's sort of average but with nice big tits, you think as you walk over and push her down onto the bed, your hands kneading those tits through her sweater as you start kissing her. Behind you, the well-built man of her own age that's obviously her husband stumbles and thuds back against the wall as Rosa approaches him inexorably, dropping to her knees in front of him and shredding the front of his jeans and underwear before slipping her lips over his cock and starting to suck it to hardness, her feline eyes rolled up to watch his staring, shocked face as he's forced to respond.\n\nThere's also a pair of teenagers who look like twins from their build and coloration, a boy and a girl. Phillip picks up the stunned ponytailed girl and drops her onto the same bed where you're making out with her mother. She gives a little yelp of protest, which just allows him to push his cock past her lips, her cries cut off with a loud quag as he pushes in further, her slender throat bulging with the outline of his cock. He leans forward and slices open the crotch of her jeans and panties, revealing her tender pink slit and quickly starting to work his broad tongue over it in long, adoring strokes. You can hear her starting to moan despite herself as Phillip starts working his hips, pumping into her mouth and throat, his white-furred balls swinging forward to lightly smack her nose and face.\n\nJenna has somewhat more gently pushed the boy onto the other bed and hauled his pants off of him with only a minimum of claw usage. She grins up at him as he lays propped up on his elbows, watching in amazement as she engulfs his slender young cock in her massive furry tits. He moans and leans his head back as she starts working them around with her hands, the firm-soft globes pressing all around him. She slides down for just a moment so she can kiss the tip and then spit on it, before returning to working her boobs around him, the soft white fur working the wetness all around.\n\nYou break your kiss with the mother just as you rip her sweater open down the front, making her gasp. "W-what are you? Stop, you have to-!" She yelps as you slice her bra open down the front, then moans loudly as you suck on one of her big, puffy nipples, rolling your slightly rough tongue around on it. You slide a hand down the front of her jeans, pressing against her pussy through the sensible cotton panties and starting to rub, feeling her body writhe and buck underneath you at your touch.\n\n"Mmm, for someone saying 'stop', your pussy is awfully wet," you purr up at her, watching her blush further and look away in humiliation. You nudge her head to the other side, making her watch as Phillip continues to face-fuck her daughter, the pretty teen bucking her hips eagerly now, the intact denim of her jeans below her bared pussy already soaked with her juices. "See? She's already enjoying herself. I think your son over there started out already enjoying himself," you add with a giggle as you and the mother both look over at the sound of a sweet boyish cry and see that Jenna's big white-furred tits are now spattered with a rather different color of white. "And as for your husband..."\n\nYou lean aside a bit and look over your shoulder, and the mother can't help but raise up some and look over. Her husband is slumped back against the wall, hands resting against it and all resistance obviously gone out of his body as he moans and grunts while Rosa tongue-washes his balls and jerks him off with one hand, his own first load spurting out and falling into her tiger-striped hair. You turn back to the mother and lean forward, whispering in her ear, "See? So tell you what... get face down, ass up, and I'll show you why we were making all that noise you complained about."\n\nShe hesitates for long moments, but you can see the moment she gives in, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she rolls over onto her stomach and then shifts up onto her knees, tits dangling down to rest against the sheets. She reaches down to undo her jeans herself, pushing them and her panties down, baring her full ass and slightly furry pussy. You grin and give her slit a long lick upward starting from her clit, listening to her moan with growing abandon as you move upward, and then hearing her squeal as you start tonguing her pucker. You smirk and start kneading her big butt with both hands, keeping her cheeks spread so you can really get your face in there and start tongue-fucking her rear hole, making her writhe on the bed.\n\nYou have a decent view now as Phillip keeps pumping his prick down the daughter's throat, and by now it looks like she's cumming just from that, her hips jerking and twitching eagerly even when the tigerman isn't slurping at her sodden young cunt. Instead he rips off one leg of her jeans and drags his tongue along her calf before sinking his teeth in. You watch in interest, and notice by the way that her clothes don't seem to get a lot tighter, she mostly keeps her own already lithe build, gaining only a little bit of length in the legs, her tits barely shifting inside her shirt, looking like they might have just gained a bit better shape and even more perkiness rather than actual size. Phillip finally pulls out of her mouth and flops onto his own back on the bed, the girl quickly swinging around to mount his cock and start riding. She uses her own claws to shred her shirt and the back of her jeans to let her tail escape, then plants her hands on his well-muscled chest and really starts riding hard, actually growling a bit as she does and baring her newly-sharp teeth in a fierce smile.\n\nOver on the other bed, Jenna is on her back as well, arms and legs wrapped around the slender, naked form of the son as he furiously pistons down into her furry pussy, his slim body quivering as if he wishes he could cram his whole self inside her instead of just his cock. Jenna coos and purrs at him encouragingly, almost casually sinking her teeth into the meeting of his shoulder and neck. You actually wonder if he even notices he's changing, he looks so overcome with the pleasure of getting to fuck a huge-titted, sexually-hypercharged catgirl. Like his sister he doesn't gain much mass, and if anything looks even more sleek and pretty with a coat of tiger-striped fur, his striped tail lashing about over his cute little butt as it flexes with his thrusts.\n\nAt the wall, Rosa has stood up and given the father his own bite on the neck. He grabs her ass with both hands and swings her around, pinning her against the wall and starting to thrust into her pussy, making her yowl eagerly, especially as his prick starts to thicken and lengthen inside of her. His clothes stretch and then begin to rip as his already well-muscled form benefits more greatly than the rest of you from the change, Rosa getting lifted up off the form and pinned more firmly against the wall as he now lifts her effortlessly, his sharp teeth bared as he pounds a cock of nearly equine proportions into her quivering cunt, all those powerful muscles working with a fluid elegance as he fucks her into a yowling, stripey mess.\n\nYou slide three fingers into the mother's pussy, finding it already spasming and eager to squeeze around them as you do. You start pumping them in and out quickly, turning her steady moans into needy cries. You can see her looking over at where her daughter is riding Phillip's cock with an almost feral ferocity, and bet she can also just see the way her son is writhing around on top of Jenna, his balls bouncing against her taint as he empties them into her.\n\n"You ready?" you ask her in a sultry purr, watching her hesitate for only the briefest of moments before nodding. Grinning, you sink your teeth into the yielding flesh of her buttock, then draw back a little to have a good view of her whole body as you resume finger-fucking her pussy hard and fast. Her cries quickly turn into yowls as her teeth sharpen and fur spreads over her body, muscles tightening and body lengthening. Feeling her pussy tighten around your fingers as the muscles grow stronger, you nevertheless know that she can take greater stretching. So naturally, even as her stripes are coming in across her fur and her tail is starting to push out over her still full, big butt, you push your pinkie inside of her pussy as well, waiting only a few strokes before tucking your thumb in and sliding your entire hand inside her up to the wrist. You push a bit deeper in each time you work back and forth, making her scream and yowl exultantly as you fistfuck her while her MILFy curves turn idealized and luscious, legs and arm gaining tone while retaining even more curve than you've got.\n\nAs her change completes, you pull your hand out of her cunt and grin at the dripping wetness covering it. She quickly turns around and hauls you in for a lewd, tongue-swirling kiss, her hands groping your ass wantonly while her enlarged, firmed-up tits press against yours. When she breaks it she grins cheekily at you. "Sorry for complaining."\n\n"It worked out," you reply with a laugh.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|WBrit3x5]]

"O-oh?" Mary says, looking a little taken aback.\n\n"Well, you said earlier that this castle seems naturally designed to draw in ambient energy and make lewd stuff more effective... seems like with that, a dungeon filled with sex demons makes the most sense," you explain with a slight shrug. "Their powers should be more effective and they should be stronger and recover more quickly."\n\n"Y-yeah, that's definitely true," Mary agrees with a little nod, despite fidgeting in place, her wings drawing in closer around her and tail lashing. "So, uh, you're just gonna summon another succubus just like that, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure, why?|QODK]]\n\n[[Not quite.|QODK3x3]]

You're not going to wait around to be forgotten or turned into some plaything for computer-using sociopaths! (Whichever of those might be worse.) You're getting out of here!\n\nYou try your best to wrench yourself side-to-side, as if fighting against restraints. You pour all your will into it, and eventually feel a little twist. Almost working yourself into a frenzy, you try even harder, and suddenly there's a loud pop and you feel yourself falling... sideways. A strange neon landscape is rushing by below you, vaguely reminding you of something you saw in an eighties movie about a trio of kids with a forcefield machine. You take a quick look at yourself and find that you still look like the big-titted bimbo they turned you into back at the Digitizer, but at least you seem to be able to move freely again.\n\nMore than move freely, you're flying! You soon find that all it takes is a thought to send yourself soaring in any direction you can imagine, and you briefly forget the strangeness of your situation for the joy of flying loops and barrel rolls. But finally you settle back into straight flight and look around. Below is that circuitry-like landscape, and you think you even see some things moving around down there. Off in the distance are some structures that look like nearly-flat towers. Maybe they're other programs?\n\nHm. Hiding out in another program for awhile is probably a good idea, at least until you can figure out how to get around in here. Once you learn the ropes you can hopefully figure out some way to get your body back to normal and put yourself back into the real world. The question is whether to fly low looking for a way into a program, or stay up high and assume those towers are the way in.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fly low.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[Fly high.|Digitizer10x2]]

You're not sure what that title means, but it does sound a lot like it could help you learn this system so that you could do... well, anyway, you don't want to go back and be at the mercy of those guys again. You float over and reach out to touch that pillar, and suddenly find yourself standing in an endless white expanse. You turn back and forth, but there's no menus, no text, absolutely nothing but yourself and a featureless void.\n\n"Welcome to choice."\n\nYou jump in surprise and whirl around, both motions making your oversized bare tits wobble around. The speaker is a woman with gold-brown skin and short, wavy auburn hair, her eyes covered by a pair of reflective round glasses perched on her nose. Her body is sheathed in a textured grey bodysuit with several glowing blue accents here and there, and draped over that is a set of black robes, the inside front panels glowing white.\n\n"Who the heck are you?" you blurt.\n\n"I am a collection of memories, thoughts, personality traits, and knowledge left over after the use of the Digitizer on hundreds of people. Tiny bits of numerous other individuals, scientists, programmers, guests, and victims, all converging in the forgotten parts of the system until you arrive at... me." The woman shifts somewhat in place, tucking her hands into the large sleeves of her robe. "But more simply, you may call me Nox."\n\n"Uh... right. And this place?"\n\n"This is a loading area for the program I have created. One designed to give someone ultimate power over the system, and thus potentially power over the real world. For you see, the Digitizer is a highly experimental piece of technology... if it could reintegrate someone who had learned to control the system, it is possible they could retain that control. You could go from manipulating the code of these computers to manipulating the matter and energy that make up reality. You could be free in a way no one else has been truly free before."\n\nYou stare at Nox, wondering if you've just gone completely crazy now. "You're saying that you could make me... a god?"\n\n"And why not? I have no reason not to make you one... no obligations to the world, no connections to it. I myself am merely a ghost in the machine. True, I would hope that once you released yourself, you would use the digitizer to bring me out as well, but I have no interest in entering a world merely to escape. You, as a full human brought into the system, have the potential to grow beyond your bounds, while I am limited by the system. You can be the dreamer that dreams a new world for me. To that effect, I offer you a choice."\n\nNox slips her hands out of her sleeves and opens one of them. "You [[take the green pill|Digitizer10x4]], and you will be reintegrated by the digitizer, just as you were before you were altered. You can wander out of the facility before anyone comes back, and return to your life. In time, you'll likely decide that this was all just a strange dream you had." She opens her other hand. "You [[take the orange pill|NoxStart]], and I'll teach you how to be a god of the system, then we'll see how far your influence can reach."

Those towers look like a pretty obvious way to enter something. Besides, you did see stuff moving around down there closer to the... ground, or whatever it is. Probably best not to risk an encounter with some weird software thingy.\n\nYou soar through the air(?) and towards the distant towers. As you approach you see that they're sort of like enormous, vertical flatscreen monitors... they have some kind of programming language flowing across them, and large text at the top. Some of them have boring, official-sounding names, while others sound fairly interesting... must be some sort of games that someone on the staff is working on or something like that. (You've gotta figure they'd have a lot more options for making wild and crazy games with something like the Digitizer to help out.)\n\nSo now it's mostly just a choice of picking a title that sounds likely to give you a good place to hide out. Or maybe even help you figure out what to do...\n\n<hr>\n[[Advanced Programming Techniques Utilizing Digital Information In A Non-Linear Environment.|Digitizer10x3]]\n\n[[Final Fantasy VII-XXX.|FF7XStart]]\n\n[[Ranma 3/X.|RanXStart]]\n\n[[Hot & Horny Teen Titans|TTStart]]

As noted earlier, you don't really have any beef with these guys. You just got here, and whatever vendettas the old Cyan had, you don't share them. Besides, you're not sure it's a good idea to go up against a guy who's fought you probably a dozen times and you haven't ever fought him. "I think I'll pass on this one," you announce.\n\nEve's lips slowly curl up in a smirk. "I was hoping you would say that."\n\nImmediately you hear a thudding noise from the door, and lights along the edges of the ceiling start to pulse red, a low droning alarm beginning to sound. You leap to your feet even as, in your ear, you can hear Jadis say, "Cyan, they are attempting to utilize electromagnetic clamps and Hold spells on me. I can initiate overrides and attempt to get us out of here, but I require your authorization to act against law enforcement officers."\n\n"What the hell are you doing?!" you snap as you whirl towards the screen again.\n\n"Among the data received from the pirate were several memories and bits of evidence that could have indicated your culpability in Reaper's latest return," the Solar Elf responds smugly, obviously barely keeping herself from laughing at you. "My superiors insisted that you were above reproach and could still be trusted with the job... but gave me full authorization to arrest you if it looked like you'd been bribed to allow him free rein this time."\n\nDamn! Turning down the job made her think you're actually in cahoots with the bad guy! ... Shit, for all you know the old Cyan actually was. You sort of doubt it, but you can't exactly defend yourself against accusations from longer ago than yesterday. No doubt she's got a ton of people about to bust through the door and arrest you... and your only other choice than that is fighting your way out against a bunch of space cops!\n\n"Make this easy on yourself. Get down on the floor with your hands behind your head, and wait for the marshals," Eve announces, all primness and propriety again as she watches your obvious conflict.\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|GGMS4x3]]\n\n[[Resist arrest.|GGMS]]

A beach getaway definitely sounds fun, you think. Sun, surf, and your son's cock buried between your tanned tits. Giggling a bit with anticipation, you start browsing the resort's website.\n\nIt looks like they have two options that would suit your purposes. One is the "[[Anything-Goes Resort|Marei]]"... a clothing-optional, no-last-names sort of place, where public sex is allowed and a certain amount of swinging is actually encouraged. You consider that thoughtfully... certainly their policy on not prying into the affairs of other guests would be helpful for your plans. Plus, it would probably help Ken's confidence even more if, once you guided him into manhood, he could probably score a couple of other attractive women as well. (And you have to admit... the thought of getting fucked by a couple of other men, after your years-long dry spell, is an appealing one.)\n\nThe other option is their "[[Private Island|Marei]]" package. Apparently the larger island is surrounded by smaller ones, all of them large enough to support a single luxury house, a good bit of greenery, and of course a ring of beach. They're all guaranteed to be well out of sight of each other or the mainland, and apparently you go directly from the airport, to a dock, to the island, without ever interacting with any of the resort staff other than the one who drives the boat. That would certainly minimize even the potential for some nosey nelly to dig up what you were about.

Well not <i>right</i> now. What are you, an idiot, you're gonna wave your hands and go 'ooga booga!' and make a monster right in the rows between the desks, and see if anyone transforms? ... Okay, admittedly, that might be one way to do it, but that's also just asking for you to be outed as an enemy and then probably offed within an episode or two. ... Day. Day or two. \n\nRather, you're going to introduce a monster into the class now. As soon as you make one, that is. You make a show of looking at your phone, then stand up. "Looks like the principal needs me for something. I will be <i>right</i> back, so at least try to keep it down so you don't attract another teacher while I'm gone."\n\nWith that you step out of the class, leaving them to their own devices for a bit... probably a bit of a no-no but, well, this isn't your real job anyway, is it? You quickly find an unoccupied classroom and close the door, actually bothering to check the windows and make sure no one's watching. Then you follow the instructions from the manual for creating a monster... focus your energy, and think of the traits you want it to have and its purpose. Okay, so it needs to look human, or at least as human as whatever monster you make can manage, it needs to be able to blend in with a bunch of high school girls, it needs to hopefully be able to make friends with said high school girls...\n\nYou have your eyes closed, but you can sort of... feel... the air flickering in front of you. It's outside of you but you can feel it shifting, coalescing. Starting to feel tired, you open your eyes, just in time to see some weird-colored smoke drifting away from the figure now standing in front of you, one arm across her body, the other hand raised to her multi-pierced ear in a cute little pose as she chirps, "Hello, Master~!"\n\n<img src="images/Yumi.jpg">\n\nShe's got long, platinum blonde hair, with a long thin arc of it curving up from the very center of the top of her head, the rest of it falling down her back and around her shoulders, showing off those ears with their multiple rings and studs and other decorations. Her face is pretty, with pale pink eyes and a slip of a nose, and a bit of fang visible as she smiles at you. (Hoo boy, is this really going to work?) She's wearing some version of a school uniform as well, albeit without a jacket, and with the blouse undone and black and red tie tugged down to show a generous amount of cleavage (and the collar with decorative lock around her neck). Her nails are painted black, and the black stockings sheathing her legs seem to have attached garters that go up beneath her skirt.\n\n"Sooooo I'm the infiltration-type youma you created, Master," she prompts, since you've just been standing there eyeing her for a few... totally with the intent of figuring out how good she's going to be at blending in, obviously. "Do you want me to get to work, orrrrr...?"\n\n"Right, right, yeah." Shaking your head a bit, you point at the door. "Alright, let's go back to class, and I'll tell them your name and that you're new."\n\n"... Oh right! A name would <i>totally</i> make infiltrating easier!" she chirps, thumping a fist down in her palm. \n\n... Maybe there's some sort of upper limit on intelligence for monsters and you've hit it with this one. Is this really gonna work? ... Eh. She seems sweet enough, that will probably make the Magi-Cheers overlook any rough spots. From your understanding, magical girls find acting like a bitch more suspicious than little things like fangs, albinism, and a complete lack of understanding of how humans work. (Because clearly no teenage girl was ever condescending and rude without being a green soul-sucking alien in disguise.) Sighing, you say, "Yeah, yeah it would. So okay, let's see..." You rub your chin, looking at her again. (Totally not staring at her boobs. Though those are really nice boobs for a high schooler. You hope they don't push the magical girls away due to envy.) Let's see... 'infiltration youma'... youma... youmo... youme... ... Yumi? Kinda Japanese but maybe everyone will assume her parents are weebs. "Okay, your name will be Yumi," you tell her before turning and heading for the door.\n\n"Got it, Master!" she says cheerfully before trotting after you.\n\n"Don't call me Master in front of other people, it should be Mister Miller."\n\n"Got it, Master Miller!"\n\n... What are you, Solid Snake's martial arts instructor? Ah well, you said 'in front of other people' and the two of you are alone right now, hopefully she'll remember when it counts. You lead her back to the classroom, clearing your throat to tone down the chattering, though most of the attention quickly turns to the new girl. "Alright everyone, this is a new student, Yumi-" Shit, you forgot a last name too. "... Minster." Yeah okay maybe she's sort of dim because you can't make anything smarter than yourself, maybe that's it. "She just transferred in from another school, so she hasn't had time to get a uniform yet. Yumi, take a seat... over there." Because there just so happens to be exactly one empty desk, of course.\n\nFor the rest of the class you carry on as normal, though half trying to keep an eye/ear on Yumi the entire time. She seems to be doing a good job of acting normal, or at least any stares directed in her direction are either at her ears or her chest, rather than with looks of 'Holy shit this is clearly some sort of weird energy being here to lure us to our deaths', so that's nice. During a lull in class you text Agamemnon and have him and the other Dark Great Kings hack into the school and add Yumi Minster to the registry, so that at least by the time class ends she has a next class to go to. You do spend most of the rest of the day worrying you'll start hearing explosions or something from another part of the building, but it passes in relative peace, other than a few girls making semi-obvious passes at you that probably have something to do with the amount of red ink on their homework assignments.\n\nEventually final bell rings and your class quickly files out, with you shooing the one or two that want to linger. (Admittedly at this point it's more because you've got other things on your mind and need to keep a low profile than any moral qualms.) About ten minutes after the class clears out, Yumi walks in with a wave. "Yoohoo~, Master~!"\n\n"Hey, did you figure out who the Magi-Cheers are?" you ask, looking up from putting papers away.\n\nShe stares at you for a second before her pink eyes widen. "Ohhhhh, is <i>that</i> what I'm supposed to do?!"\n\nYou slap a hand to your forehead and drag it down your face. This idi-... wait, no, you never actually told her what her assignment was, the 'this idiot' is you. Sighing, you nod. "Yeah, your assignment with infiltrating this school is to find out who the Magi-Cheer Five are. They're magical girls... see?" you note, pulling up a picture on your phone to show her.\n\n"You got it, Master!" she declares, giving you a jaunty salute. "Starting from tomorrow I'll definitely figure out the Magi-Cheer Five's identities! But, uh..." She lowers her hand. "What do I do now?"\n\n"What do you mean? We just went over that," you say with a sigh.\n\n"No I mean, what do I do <i>right</i> now? School's over, so I can't really infiltrate classes anymore, Master."\n\nHuh. Okay, you never really thought about what monsters of the week must do when they're not on camera terrorizing mob characters and battling the heroes. Usually they get defeated shortly after they show up on screen, but Yumi's not the typical monster of the week, is she? \n\n<hr>\n[[You don't care.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[She should stay in the school.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[She'll come home with you.|DarkMike]]

The most basic of the basics for an evil general going up against magical girls is summoning monsters, right? Of course, here your goal isn't necessarily to defeat them, but to cause them to reveal themselves. To that end, choosing where and when to introduce a monster is key, since it will help you figure out who's possibly a member of Magi-Cheer and who's just a hapless mob character.\n\nTo that end, you'll summon a monster...\n\n<hr>\n[[... in the pool during swim class.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in the halls during lunch.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in a locker after school.|DarkMike]]\n\n[[... in the classroom right now.|DarkMike2x2]]

"Ah, no thank you, I don't want to impose upon your hospitality any more than I have to," you answer, raising your hand slightly in a negating way.\n\nBoth women look mildly perturbed, but nod. "Well, why don't you come into the living room, then? We'll all sit down and wait."\n\nYou nod, starting to move forward as Liz and Kathren both make their way into the small, intimate seating area, until you're stopped by Fiviv snagging your arm. "Sir," she whispers. "Something doesn't smell right."\n\nYou blink, guessing you only have a few seconds before you seem rude, but lean in to whisper back, "What seems off, Lieutenant?"\n\n"No, I mean, something <i>literally</i> doesn't smell right," she whispers back. "There's something wrong with those two. Make an excuse so I can leave the room and do something."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekF]]

More out of curiosity than anything else, you wander over to the bar and behind it, deciding to take a look around and see how a dark mage with anachronistic taste stocks his bar.\n\nIt's a pretty fully-featured bar, actually. Sink with running water, several beer (or probably ale) pulltabs, though they're just carved ones instead of logos like the ones you've seen at restaurant bars. There's various stuff in the fridge, too... what looks like honest to god cans of beer and soda, a couple of bottles of milk (odd that it's still good, by the look of it, the fridge must be magic in more ways than one), and what looks like a few potion bottles. Huh, potion that needs to be kept cold? Never heard of that before.\n\nThere are some bottles of liquor too, and these even have labels. They're kind of crudely printed though, so they might not be quite as anachronistic as the rest of it. Several brands... nothing that strikes you as particularly old or valuable, though. Looks like your hopes for some ridiculously ancient and collectible wine have been dashed.\n\nOh well. Now that you're back here, though, you definitely feel thirsty. What are you going to avail yourself of, now that's the question.\n\n<hr>\n[[Draft.|GGRogue9x2]]\n\n[[Soda.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Milk.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Liquor.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"I, um, well, I just don't think I have any energy for, y'know, running or pushups or anything today," you murmur, shifting in your seat. "I-I guess I didn't sleep too well last night, y'know, thinking about being back to school and... stuff."\n\nCoach Charger snorts loudly enough again to make you jump. "So sounds to me what you're coming down with is a case of malingering," he rumbles, making you duck your head shamefacedly. "But fine, Kinsington, you don't wanna do gym class with the rest, I'll put you to work some other way."\n\nYou're about to ask what he means when he rises to his feet, and reaches down to haul off his shirt, leaving you slack-jawed in shock as he bares his chest. The belly that was once a flabby, hairy beer gut is still broad and rather paunchy, but is the same leathery grey hide as the rest of him, and looks as firm and strong as tank armor. Similarly he reaches down to push down his shorts, long tail slipping free of the hole in the back as they drop, revealing a jock strap with an intimidatingly large cup. He rounds the desk purposefully, coming to stand to one side of it, big hands resting on his hips as he eyes you with the same stern, almost scornful gaze he uses on everyone that doesn't perform up to his standards on the field.\n\n"Out of those clothes and up on the desk, Kinsington," he orders simply. "I want you lifting those legs and showing me that boypussy, <i>now</i>."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|QOBook]]\n\n[[... yessir.|QOBook15x3]]

You have to admit, now that the thought's in your head you really can't wait to get your hands on those tits. Between her height and how well-endowed she is, they're only a bit smaller than your head! And man... you might not be able to manage it in a tent, but now that you have a cock, you're imagining putting it between those things, and the thought sends a shiver through you. It's only with a supreme act of will that you manage not to get as hard as steel, and instead calmly get to your feet and bid Drake goodnight, walking over to the tents. You do a quick check to make sure he's not looking (probably out of politeness, considering what you saw earlier by not looking away when someone got into their tent), and instead duck into Zara's tent.\n\nThe big redhead grunts and sits up a little, squinting at you as you crawl in. "Eh? Cyan?" She rolls her shoulders a little, breasts wobbling. From her shifting in bed, one side of her hide bikini has already slipped down some, baring a bit of large, puffy dark pink areola. Her loincloth isn't covering much either, resting more on her thigh than between her legs, giving a decent view of her thick red bush. She snorts a little, her rich voice teasing, "Are you younger than you seem? Can you not sleep on your own, girl?"\n\n"Well, I could, but I like to be really warm when I sleep," you answer in the same teasing tone, flashing her a grin. "You seem pretty hot, you know?"\n\n"Mm, a survival trait, it is cold in the mountains," Zara replies, even as she scoots a bit to one side to make a tiny amount of room for you... she can't exactly offer more, so it's not much surprise when you wind up pressed against her. She doesn't seem to mind, even settling an arm around you. "In truth it took me some time to get used to sleeping alone in a tent, rather than piled together against the cold."\n\n"Ahhh," you acknowledge, and indeed you can feel the warmth rolling off her body and filling the tent. You find it... much more pleasant than you would normally consider heat to be. Maybe it's because you're part cat(-demon)... maybe it's also that the warmth is heavily scented with something both sweaty and musky and powerful but still feminine. Between the scent and the fact that one of those huge tits is right in front of your face, almost taunting you with its closeness, you're soon growing fully erect, your stiff prick slipping out from your loincloth to press against her powerful hip.\n\n"Oh?" Zara shifts a little. "What's this then? The pretty kitty girl isn't entirely a girl?" You're not sure that's quite the way you'd put it, but it seems pointless to try and lecture a barbarian on such things... especially when you're too busy gasping as one of her strong hands moves to cup around your cock and give it a few firm tugging strokes. "Truly I suppose you're devilish after all," she notes.\n\n"Aha... ha... you don't seem to mind," you reply a little breathlessly as she continues stroking and jerking at you, a glance down showing that her hand is wrapped around an ink-black shaft with a slender head, jutting against her from a pale white sheath and above smooth pale balls. \n\n"Mm, you're bigger than most of the men I've coupled with in this warm, green country. And more pleasant company besides. I've never fucked a woman with a cock before... but there's a first time for everything. After all, there are other good ways to heat up in the mountains." Chuckling lowly, she settles fully onto her back, then pats her belly. "Come, kitty girl. It's always my preference to do it as the beasts do, but if we attempted that you'd put holes in the roof of my lovely civilized tent. So lay atop me and use your thing, my cunt is eager after having a feel of your prick."\n\nYou can certainly smell that... her scent is somehow a little bestial as well, as if even her juices reflected that she were a wild, untamed creature. Barely pausing to yank down your top to let your tits spill free, baring your stiff, pale pink nipples, you do as commanded and quickly clamber up on top of her. Zara grunts a little impatiently as you pull at the front of her bikini top, baring her nipples fully and revealing the steel rings piercing the thick, stiff nubs. She squirms as you knead at the big globes, your own tits pressing against her firm abs as you drag your tongue along a scar that goes across the inner slope of one. "You civilized folk, always obsessed with a woman's udders," the redhead grunts. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to fuck me?"\n\nMy my, she's a direct girl, isn't she? Still, you can't exactly argue with that, so you scoot up a bit further, bracing your hands and shifting your hips, trying to figure out how to push into her, feeling her thick, curly hairs brushing against the tip of your cock. It's still only your third probe when you push inside her, groaning at the feel of heat and wetness surrounding you... then gasping loudly as you feel her suddenly clench down around you hard, her previously rather easy-to-penetrate tunnel suddenly conforming to your entire prick without a bit of give. You can hear her chuckling as she loosens up some, making it clear she did it on purpose, even as her arms slide around you, hands urging you to start moving.\n\nAnd that you do. Since she said she liked to do it as beasts do, you do your best to really pound the hell out of her, starting to slam your hips down against hers hard and fast, your balls slapping against her taint so noisily that you're almost worried the other two will hear it. You actually seem to have surprised Zara a little with that one, as she lets out a surprised and pleasured grunt and squeezes you to her, her pussy giving another clench around you that seems much less deliberate. It's also not quite so tight, allowing you to keep pumping into her. Her tits wobble and shake around your head, constantly thumping against you with their firmness as you watch her face. She alternates between leaning her head back with her eyes closed and mouth open, gasping out her pleasure, and looking you right in the eyes, her own gaze blazing, lips pulled back from gritted teeth as she growls eagerly. The mix of feminine desire and bestial lust churns you up more and more, but you refuse to give in easily. Even as you can feel your balls tightening, your cock shuddering, you grit your own teeth, showing her your fangs as you hold back. You're going to fuck her and fuck her hard, you're going to give her the beast-pounding she's obviously been craving and show her how devilish you can really be.\n\nOnly once her pussy clenches down on you just as hard as before, practically locking you inside unable to move, do you finally let go. You moan, feeling like your load is being forced through a tighter channel than it should, the orgasm given an almost tense feel in your balls as a result, dragging it out. The moment her pussy unclenches you almost instinctively pull out, more thick white cream spraying into the soaked red fur covering her pussy, then spattering across her scar-flecked sixpack as you thrust against her once, the underside of your cock rubbing across the crimson forest covering the front of her crotch. Then you slump against her, the both of you sweaty and panting.\n\n"By the bones of the gods, that's the best fuck I've had since I left home," Zara eventually comments, still sounding breathless. "Half the water-blooded oafs I've had couldn't even last past me giving them a clench... the other half seemed like they were more interested in writhing atop me than getting the job done." She hauls you up further, and for a moment you think she's going to kiss you... but her head instead lowers to the meeting of your neck and shoulder where she gives a firm nip, making you gasp and shudder a little. "You fuck like you're from the mountains, pretty kitty, I like you."\n\n"Glad to oblige," you moan happily as she releases you, letting you slide off partly to the side and take a glance down. Your cock is flopped half-limp, gleaming in a mixture of her cum and yours... her pussy is quite the mess, damp hair all over with her opening even messier, churned-up cum dripping out of her and clinging to the fur. "If you want, I could clean us up, then go back to the empty tent...?"\n\n"Bah, cleaning magic. I'll clean with water before my shift, as the gods intended. As for leaving, do it if you like, but I've no care if the other two know I'm fucking you. I'll fuck you in front of them if I feel like it, though I know they'd complain." She snorts, then settles, closing her eyes. "Go where you like, pretty kitty, but you're welcome here."\n\nWell who are you to turn down that sort of offer? Giving her sweaty breast a deliberately kittenish lick, you settle in against her side, half on top of her, and drift off to sleep.\n\n<hr>\n[[Morning.|GGTief]]

"I... wait, you said something about that before. Powers, like superpowers, in addition to all the stuff about living a long time and healing fast and being strong."\n\n"Mm, I suppose it's not surprising that's the sort of thing that would enchant a teenage boy almost as much as sex," your mother muses, tapping her lower lip. "Alright then, instead of sex, we'll begin lessons. And lunch, since as noted you're very much a growing boy right now, and your body needs a great deal of food if you're not getting a steady flow of sexual energy."\n\nOnce the two of you have paid the flustered manager (who insists on using her employee discount and giving you several of the cheaper items for free, especially once she sees the bikini briefs), you settle into the food court with a heaping plate of cheap Chinese food that still cost as much as sit-down restaurant Chinese food because it's in a food court. "Now," your mother says. "There are three basic forms of demon powers that you can learn to harness."\n\n"Er... should we really talk about this here?" you ask, glancing around at the fairly crowded food court.\n\n"It's fine, dear, one of those powers I'm rather adept at is a kind of 'it's not your business' field. People stop paying attention to us or anything odd or out of the ordinary we might say because they subconsciously consider it to not be related to them or polite for them to overhear. It has limits but for things like just talking, it's pretty much absolute."\n\n"Oh. Wow."\n\n"You'll learn to do it yourself in time. Now, as said, there are three sorts of powers. You'll no doubt eventually learn them all, but starting out it's usually best to focus on one... gives you a good foundation for building the others. Those powers are natural abilities, things that are simply part of your nature that you can learn to harness and direct... mental influence, using your mind to affect the minds of others... and magic, the casting of spells."\n\n"Um. What's the difference? I mean, they all kinda sound like magic to me..." \n\n"Well, while it's true that all your abilities in some ways spring from your innate magic, when I say 'magic' here I meant more a specific thing... like I said, casting spells, marking runes, laying enchantments, that sort of thing. The difference is largely in what they can do and how they can do it. Your natural abilities are the most limited but also the most effortless... it really takes nothing more than some urge and will to use them, but you can't use them for much more than making people obey you and a handful of other things related to your nature. Mental influence is a little more varied... you can accomplish quite a lot if you know the right way to go about it, you'd be surprised to what extent even peoples' bodies can be altered with the right adjustments to their minds. Magic spells are the most varied... you can do almost anything with the right combination and application of them, but they also require more preparation, more learning, and come with restrictions. They're also the 'flashiest' of the methods, since while the other two are naturally fairly undetectable, magic almost always has a visible effect that you'll need to hide in some way lest you be discovered. So, which sounds the most interesting to you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell me more about natural abilities.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Tell me more about mental manipulation.|QOFam2x3]]\n\n[[Tell me more about magic spells.|QOFam3x1]]

You tap the option for the pendant, and immediately the window disappears. You feel something just a bit cold on your neck and a slight weight, and glance down at your chest, spotting a brass teardrop-shaped thing with carvings all over it.\n\n"Hey, Eric, what's u-" Ranma starts to say in a bored tone as you reflexively reach up to touch the pendant. The moment your fingers are against it, Ranma freezes in place, and a window pops up in front of you in his direction, showing his name. There's a long, scrollable list of different personality traits with sliders next to them. Things like 'Confidence', 'Loyalty', 'Sluttiness', 'Submissiveness', 'Devotion to Player', a bunch of other things. Selecting other tabs brings up toggles for things like sexual preferences (Ranma's just set to 'Yes' on Females), love interests and levels of interest therein, kinks, heck, it even has a tab for listing <i>favorite foods</i>.\n\nIt occurs to you that you should probably play around with Ranma's settings a little first, just to get used to the interface. The question is, how exactly do you want to alter him...?\n\n<hr>\nLeave him straight, increase his devotion to you, tweak a few other stats. ("[[Best Bro Ranma|RanPP1x2]]")\n\nTurn him bi, increase his devotion to you, enhance sluttiness a bit, etc. ("[[Fuckbuddy Ranma|RanPP3x1]]")\n\nGive him a preference for his girl form, max sluttiness, all preferences and kinks on. ("[[Ultraslut Ranko|RanPP7x1]]")\n\nIncrease his submissiveness, decrease his confidence and willpower. ("[[Wimp Ranma|RanPP6x1]]")

You finish adjusting the sliders until you think you've got the result you wanted, then hit 'Apply'.\n\n"-p, man!" Ranma calls as he unfreezes, his voice rising from boredom to happiness. He leaps to his feet and hurries over to you, grinning and giving you a slap on the shoulder. "Man, glad you're here, I was bored out of my skull. What've we got planned, buddy?"\n\nYou smile, his enthusiasm infectious. The pendant obviously works perfectly... Ranma's not only friendly to you, he clearly thinks of you as his <i>best</i> friend and is thrilled just to see you. Which is nice on its own... you've done without friends for awhile, and even though this one's virtual, he certainly looks, feels, and sounds entirely real. If you hadn't just edited his personality like a starting Skyrim character's body, you wouldn't know he wasn't another actual person.\n\n"Good question," you answer thoughtfully after a moment, rubbing your chin.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go find something (or someone) to do together.|RanPP4x1]]\n\n[[Try to convince him to fool around.|RanPP2x1]]\n\n[[Send him on an errand so you can use the pendant on someone else.|RanPP1x3]]

"Actually, I really need some help. I've got a bunch of stuff I'm supposed to do, but there's no way I'll have time to do my shopping list," you answer, putting on a sheepish grin. "You think you could help me out, buddy?"\n\n"Hey, sure. What do you need?" You're pretty sure Ranma would normally try to ditch out on work. But since it's you he sounds perfectly happy to help. Almost makes you feel bad for ditching him.\n\n"I need some blinker fluid, a left-handed coffee mug, a bucket of steam, and a snipe pelt," you explain, somehow managing to keep a straight face through the entire recital.\n\n"Okay, gotcha, I'll get right on it!" Ranma says. Instead of using the door, he trots over to the window, opens it, and leaps out to land on the fence and start running towards downtown. You shake your head as you walk over and close the window... you'd probably feel worse about sending him on a fool's errand if he wasn't such a... well.\n\nYou pull up the menu and check character locations. It looks like all three of the Tendo sisters are right here in the house. All the other NPCs are scattered around town... you might bump into Ranma if you went to see one of them right away, and considering the series this sim is built on, you wouldn't be surprised if the program made sure that happened. So probably better to stay here for the moment... as Ranma ranges further afield in search of the nonexistant items, it should be safe to leave the house to visit others.\n\nSo, which sister to play with...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanPP13x1]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Get all three together.|RanPP1x4]]

To paraphrase one of the setting's characters, 'I would have all three!' You grin a bit as you contemplate the sort of fun you could have with all three sisters as a group... but how to get them all together to make that easier? You start considering various options as to temporarily altering their personalities to make them more pliant, before you strike upon a much easier idea that will require almost no effort. Really, you're kind of proud of how easily all these ideas and machinations are coming to you... maybe the enhanced stats this character's supposed to have actually did raise your intelligence?\n\nIn any event, you trot downstairs and make a beeline for the kitchen. Kasumi is standing at the counter chopping carrots, presumably for lunch. (Or dinner. You haven't actually bothered to check what time it is in the sim, other than "daytime".) She's wearing a plain yellow dress and a slightly frilly white apron... typically understated but pretty garb for the resident homemaker.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder as you come in, and smiles brightly. "Oh, hello Eric." She turns to face you, wiping her hands on her apron. "Did you need something?"\n\n"Oh, I just thought it would be nice if you and your sisters and I sat down and had some tea together," you say casually. "Seems like it would be a nice thing to do, just relax and have some time together."\n\n"You know, that is a wonderful idea," Kasumi agrees, smiling even brighter. "I think I have some time right now, let me just get things together!"\n\nYou try to suppress your smirk as she bustles about getting the tea set together and heats some water, then trail after her as she heads upstairs. Shifting the set to one hand, she knocks on Nabiki's door, then listens. At the sound of some peppy, upbeat music, she pushes the door open. "Nabiki!" she chirps in greeting. You can see from your spot near the door that the middle sister is wearing a black one-piece and loose orange shirt, and dancing around to the music, apparently as her workout.\n\n"What?" Nabiki quickly plasters on her usual flat, mildly annoyed expression as her sister barges in. \n\n"We're all going to have some tea together, please come along," Kasumi says with good cheer, holding up the tea set with both hands.\n\n"Not interested." The short-haired girl folds her arms and continues to give her older sister a bland look.\n\n"... We're all going to have some tea together, come along," Kasumi repeats, apparently just as cheerfully as before. But Nabiki apparently notices the dropping of the 'please', and immediately walks past both her sister and you out into the hall, and next door to barge into Akane's room.\n\n"We're having a tea party," Nabiki announces in a monotone, flopping down to sit on the floor. Kasumi and you follow her in, the ponytailed girl setting the teaset down in the center of the floor and starting to arrange cups.\n\n"What?" Akane's wearing a yellow shirt, orange suspenders, and blue denim shorts. Sort of reminds you of a certain redhead's outfit from an entirely different anime, maybe the programmer was making a tsundere joke.\n\n"Yes, it was Eric's idea," Kasumi announces happily as she pours Nabiki a cup, receiving a muttered 'thanks' in return.\n\n"It was, huh?" Akane gives you a suspicious look, as if actually suspecting you of some plot. Which... well, she'd be right, but you suspect her suspicion has a lot more to do with the fact that you're friends with and related to Ranma than any evidence.\n\nBut she provides no more objection than that, sliding down from the bed to sit on the floor with Nabiki on her left and Kasumi on her right, and you sitting across from all three of them. You take a moment to glance around at the room... kinda small, but then, you suspect that all of you are about to get very comfy with each other anyway.\n\nYou finish your look around, and notice that the girls have started chatting a bit to each other. Suits you, since none of them notice as you raise your hand and touch the pendant around your neck. Instantly they all go silent and still, freezing in place as their edit windows appear floating in your view in front of them. Now let's see... what to do?\n\n<hr>\nIncrease their sluttiness a little, massively increase submissiveness, max their devotion to you. ("[[Sexy Slave Sisters|RanPPplaceholder]]")\n\nMax their sluttiness, lower their shame to almost nothing, set all kinks and preferences to on. ("[[Super Slut Sisters|RanPP1x5]]")\n\nMax their obedience, but raise their shame and their libidos, set all kinks and preferences to off. ("[[Shamefully Sexual Sisters|RanPP5x1]]")

The third option seems to have the best pros versus cons out of all of the others, so you dial the number. A moment later, and a voice says "One moment please." You're pretty sure that it's a robovoice, so that when it says, "If you're calling to interview for the delivery position, could I please have your full name?", you respond with the sort of unconscious emphasis and stops that you use for voice recognition systems at your insurance. (You miss having insurance.)\n\n"Seh-LEST TEE-ehl."\n\n"Good evening, Celeste Teele, thanks for calling today."\n\nYou blink. That reply was really fast and natural. You're now not quite sure it's a robovoice, even though something about its timbre and delivery just screams 'artificial'. "Ah, yeah, it actually is about the delivery driver position?"\n\n"Very good, though I must make one small correction. This position is not for a delivery driver, but a delivery person."\n\n"Ah..." You trail off, then have to admit, "I'm sorry, I don't follow?"\n\n"Fully Automatic Food utilizes self-driving vehicles with automated preparation units built in. All navigation and food creation is done automatically, with no human interference. However, due to liability concerns, there is one part of the process that actually requires a human employee: transferring the food from the vehicle to the customer."\n\n"So you're saying my job is just to carry boxes from the car or whatever to the front door?"\n\n"Correct. You will be paid the average hourly wage for a delivery driver in this area, and receive three free meals per day, breakfast and lunch chosen by the dispensory, with dinner being orderable from the full range of options on our menu. While we've been speaking I've run a background check and everything looks fine. You could start tomorrow morning at 10:00am. Service runs until 10:00pm. Naturally this means you will work a three day work week but be considered a full-time employee, and overtime is almost always available."\n\nOof, a twelve hour shift... but then, it's a twelve hour shift of being driven around, and maybe carrying some stuff fifteen feet or so every so often. You can probably handle that. "Okay, sounds great."\n\n"Excellent. Please download and install our app on your phone. Your automated vehicle will arrive at your location to pick you up, you will be provided with work clothing at that time. I look forward to working with you."\n\nYou exchange parting pleasantries and hang up, then figure out where to snag a shower before the morning. When ten AM rolls around, a UHaul-sized truck with the simple black text 'Full Automatic Delivery' printed on the side pulls up. It's a bit more rounded and van-like than an actual moving truck, and from the sound of it's probably electric, or at least a hybrid. It pulls to the curb in front of you and the back doors swing open, a shallow ramp extending downwards. The inner area is about the size of a walk-in closet, and contains a single captain's chair style seat with seatbelts facing a screen set in the wall. You step up into it and take a seat after a second, uncertain what else to do.\n\n"Good morning, Celeste." It's the same voice as before, speaking as the ramp slides up and the doors swing closed, the interior now lit by a few LED panels running along the edges of the ceiling. "Glad to have you aboard."\n\n"Hey. So, ah, are you... somewhere else, communicating?"\n\n"You may call me Adlai, and yes I do keep an eye on all the delivery vehicles and people from the company's headquarters. Ah, before we get started, there is something I neglected to ask you last night. Would you be interested in signing up for our Special Service Program?"\n\n"I'm... not sure, what is it?"\n\n"Sometimes customers enter additional requests for our delivery staff. They are typically things like 'Carry the food upstairs for me', 'Help me prepare a buffet', 'Stop at a convenience store for something not on the menu'. Delivery workers who accept this status are sorted into a special queue. They typically work fewer deliveries, but the pay is approximately double, and you receive full benefits immediately instead of after a thirty day probationary period."\n\nWhoa. That's... the benefits thing is already pretty sweet, but at double pay for working three twelves, you could probably put down the initial rent on an apartment by Friday rather than at the end of the month. Of course, you're also a little suspicious, it sounds like this might necessitate going into strangers' homes. \n\n<hr>\n[[Sign up for the Special Service Program.|CelPizza]]\n\n[[Pass.|CelPizza]]

"I was thinking footage of you three fucking each other like depraved lesbo sluts," you answer, grinning wickedly.\n\n"Mm, sounds fun," Akane says almost languidly. Without hesitation she leans over and presses her lips to Nabiki's, the two of them starting to visibly swirl their tongues around each other and jut them into one another's mouth. One of Akane's hands slides down the front of Nabiki's thong, the outline of her fingers visible as she starts stroking her sister's slit. Nabiki gives a low 'mmmm' deep in her throat, her own hands moving to pull Akane's shirt up to bare the full globes of her tits, starting to knead them shamelessly, tweaking her little sister's pink nipples in between squeezes.\n\n"Oh my, what a wonderful idea, I don't know why we haven't been fucking each other like rabbits before," Kasumi chirps as she skims her own panties down off of her legs, then discards her apron before undoing her dress's buttons, pulling it off over her head. Just like that she's completely naked, the motions as smooth and practiced as if she'd made an art of stripping down as fast as possible. As she moves forward and starts to unbutton Akane's cutoffs, she glances over at you and asks idly, "What do you want the video for, Eric? Do you just want to jerk off to it?"\n\n"No, I thought I'd post it up online for free. Maybe on the school's forum," you reply. Though Kasumi's comment does make you realize that your cock is almost uncomfortably hard, so you quickly shimmy out of your own pants and sit back, using one hand to slowly stroke your stiff pole while holding the camera with the other. Luckily the superhuman dexterity the program's gifted you with lets you keep the camera steady while you do it.\n\nAkane and Nabiki both giggle at that even as Akane makes a show of sucking on her sister's tongue, apparently rather enjoying the idea of their classmates seeing their little lesbian incest show. As Kasumi begins tugging at Akane's shorts, the black-haired girl shifts up and onto her knees, turning more fully to face Nabiki, the middle sister likewise getting up on her knees and facing towards Akane. They resume their porn-style kiss, Akane's hand slipping back between Nabiki's legs, the other going to squeeze and knead one firm asscheek. Nabiki likewise returns to fondling her younger sister's big round tits, pausing only to pull her sports bra up to let her own full orbs drop free.\n\nKasumi leans down, slipping one hand between Akane's legs from behind and stroking two along her wet cunt before pushing them inside. She leans her face in and unhesitatingly applies her tongue to Akane's puckered asshole. From the new moans and coos Akane starts making against Nabiki's lips, having her sister's tongue stuffed up her ass definitely agrees with her. And that definitely looks to be the state of things, too... Kasumi is actually rocking her body back and forth slightly so that she can push her tongue deeper up the younger teen's tight little rosebud, wiggling her face between the curves of Akane's asscheeks. Of course, it also gives you a great view of Kasumi's ass and pussy wagging back and forth, so you scoot over so that she's rocking right back towards the camera, making it look like she's trying to fuck the viewfinder.\n\nOf course, that's not only a very impressive view for the camera... it's also a very inviting one for you. Your cock throbs a little in your hand, your fingers smearing pre over the smooth skin as you continue slowly stroking yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Join in.|RanPPplaceholder]]\n\n[[Let them have their fun.|RanPPplaceholder]]

When it comes down to it, you're not entirely sure how you feel about the idea of using your powers on your friends. You are, however, pretty sure you're ready to use them on your classmates, and with that in mind you decide to spend your last day practicing on random people at the mall as usual, getting them to scratch their noses, tip the barista, or offer you hefty discounts at the stores.\n\nAnd then spring break is over, and you return to school to settle in for the handful more weeks before summer vacation. You're not entirely sure why, practically everyone seems to have already checked out, and even the teachers are moving at a sort of lazy, breezy pace of marking time reviewing before finals. In fact you're not surprised at all when your English teacher declares a review period, indicates the things you should study on the board, and hunches over her desk to not-so-subtly play Candy Crush. \n\nImmediately a low-key chatter begins up, though when the teacher glances up and frowns it dies to almost nothing. Apparently the free period is contingent on silence to allow for better matching of confections. So everyone turns their attention to their desks, or their own phones, or in a few rare cases actual books (though not necessarily the English textbook). While normally you'd pull out your current novel and busily read for the next hour, today you scan around the room... and your fellow students' thoughts. It's not like you get every single little thing, mostly surface impressions and emotions, unless you focus on someone. Let's see, who to actually try your suggestion power on...?\n\nThere's one of the popular girls, [[Sandra|QOFam]]. She's very pretty, with a long strawberry blonde braid and a nice body. And... yikes. Under that pretty exterior she's a bit of a monster. Well, that might be taking it a little far, but amidst what you've come to think of as the "normal" teenager swirl of thoughts that at any given time includes material wants, idle daydreams, and sexual desire, there's some sincere sadism there, flitting thoughts of destroying those who have earned her ire... socially destroying them, that is. Geez, doing some work on her might be a public service.\n\nYour attention wanders to [[Amelia|QOFam]], really a girl after your own heart, moreso it seems now that you can read her thoughts. Her brown hair is pulled into a simple ponytail with a few wisps having escaped it, and she's hunched over a paperback, hazel eyes moving slightly behind her glasses. Despite the warm weather she's wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt with a hood, and you can feel that she'd really like to have the hood pulled up as if she could disappear that way. Her thoughts are mostly focused on her book and hoping she avoids being noticed by anyone for... ever. You can empathize. You can also, however, sense that her will is pretty weak to outside influence... this would be one of those cases your mother mentioned where it would be very, very easy to influence her.\n\nSimilarly there's [[Kaci|QOFam]], though for a different reason. Kaci's popular without being one of the Popular Girls, partly because she has no apparent interest in school politics and partly because she's seen as a bit weird. Energetic, flirty and playful, she has a tendency towards tie-dyed shirts and mismatched socks, apparently just because she thought it would be amusing that day. She's apparently quite impulsive, and back in elementary she was known as one of those 'do anything on a dare' kids, though she's grown out of that... mostly. Still, with her low impulse control, she might be another case of being really easy to influence into doing some fairly crazy stuff.\n\nThere's also [[Ben|QOFam2x6]]... you have noticed lately that you've been taking at least a second look at some guys, and Ben's kind of cute under his gothy exterior. Or with it, depending on how you look at it. Actually he's kind of pretty, which might be why he's steered clear of makeup and gone mostly with multiple ear piercings, black-dyed hair, and baggy black clothes. His thoughts are kind of drifting as he stares out the window... already kind of random and disordered, it wouldn't be too hard to start introducing some interesting ideas in there.

Certainly the idea sends a lot of visions dancing through your head, but after a moment you give it a shake, your ears flopping around wildly before standing back up. "Er, well, I have a lot to do, you see, new job in the busy season, I don't think I really have time for... that." You cough into one hand, then continue. "So I guess why don't you come back with me, and we'll see if I can find some candy for you?"\n\n"Tch," the reindeer answers, somehow managing to look both smug and disappointed as you say that. "Fine fine, works for me. Lead on, bun."\n\nYou turn and start to lope back... then blush again as you realize how much it makes your tits and ass jiggle, especially with Dasher obviously enjoying the view. You settle down to more of a brisk walk with some effort... it takes longer to get back, but is less embarrassing. You pass various groups of working bunnies, who pause and lean out to stare... you're pretty sure some are even pointing and whispering at your guest. And you're quite certain you hear a few girlish titters too. Silly rabbits. He's not that hot. (He kinda is.)\n\nOnce you get back to Easter Town, you find you have a fair idea of its layout, including one building designated as the tasting room, full of Easter egg style beanbags and a small bar... milk bar, that is. Dasher flops onto one of the beanbags and sprawls out, showing off his toned torso and the bulge in his briefs as he shifts his arms and legs. "So let's see what you've got, bun," he says cheerfully, leering a bit at what you've already got. "You're gonna fill me up, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine, whatever.|HEaster]]\n\n[[... Oh, you'll fill him up alright. Muahaha!|HEaster2x7]]

Something about his combined smugness and that phrase puts an idea in your head. You're suddenly all smiles, giving him a sunny grin and a bob of the head. "Sure! Give me just a minute and I'll be right back with your chocolate! Don't you worry a bit!"\n\nIf he suspects anything he doesn't show it as you turn and practically hop out of the room, resisting the urge to giggle wickedly as you do. Bruno meets you not too far from the tasting room building, peering up in confusion. "Boss, why'd you bring that reindeer back here? You know we've got work to do and he's just going to make trouble."\n\n"Don't worry, Bruno, I've figured out how he's going to be very, very helpful." You lean down and whisper in your assistant's ear, which twitches a few times. Bruno listens intently... then apparently has no compunctions about giggling wickedly. You grin at him. "So we can do it?"\n\n"Absolutely! I'll have the tank brought up."\n\nA bit of magic later, you casually stroll back into the tasting room, hands tucked behind your back. "I'm so sorry about that, Dasher, I decided you deserved some very special chocolate, considering all you've done. You know, being you."\n\nThough he'd looked annoyed when you came in, the stroking of his ego seems to quickly soothe him, and he returns to looking smug. "Well, that's awfully... appropriate of you, bun. Where's this special chocolate?"\n\n"Right <i>here</i>!" you shout, bouncing forward and shoving the bright purple and pink striped tube you're holding in his mouth. The reindeer gives a surprised 'hgrk!' and lurches to his feet in shock, but before he can reach up for the tube Bruno's voice calls 'Hit it!' from outside and the drone of machinery starts, the tube starting to shake.\n\nDasher is obviously quickly distracted by the feel of the tube shaking and gushing in his mouth, his hands twitching as his throat works visibly from being forced to swallow. His belly very quickly starts to bulge, going from flat and toned beneath the fur to looking a bit pudgy, then very quickly continuing to round out and swell. He groans around the tube, clutching at his filling belly with both hands... was that moan dismay, or pleasure? Actually you think it might be both as he obviously hardens beneath his briefs, the leather straining as he stiffens further and further, and then finally snapping open, his pink, humanlike cock jutting free and sticking out in front of him... though his stomach is rapidly overtaking it.\n\nHe staggers in place again, the stuff filling his belly obviously quite heavy, until he can't take it anymore. He topples forward, his swollen belly catching him and squishing a bit below, flattening out some against the floor before it continues to expand. It now lifts him up higher and higher, gradually pulling his hands, then knees, then feet up and off of the wood, his cock angling further back as the curve of his belly presses out against it. Eventually he's lifted completely up, straddling his own bloated belly, arms and legs indenting against it as he wriggles and squirms, trapped by the size of his own inflated stomach.\n\n"Here, quick!" Bruno calls as he bounds in, holding a clear tube with a hose connected to it. "We don't wanna waste any!"\n\n"Thank you, Bruno," you chirp, loping around behind Dasher. You have to stand up on the very tips of your toes to reach properly, but you manage to slip the tube over the reindeer's cock all the way to the fuzzy sheath at the base. Almost the moment you do the rubber ring at the base inflates, forming a tight seal, the sound of a powerful suction pump adding to that of the motor running the tube down his throat. Dasher's eyes roll up in his head and he gives another muffled exclamation as he starts blasting a thick load of cum against the inside of the glass... thick, pale brown cum. Despite him obviously trying to empty his balls, they instead begin to swell, the fuzzy grey orbs growing larger and larger every time he splashes cum into the suction tube.\n\n"Hurray!" Bruno cheers with a hop. "Cheap magic chocolate goes in, high quality chocolate cream filling comes out!"\n\n"Good job, Bruno!" you answer, giving your assistant a thumbs-up.\n\n"Hmmm. Flow's not what it could be," a bunny wearing a little hard hat and high visibility vest observes, rubbing a paw along his face in thought. "We really could be getting a one-to-one ratio, it's help keep him from outgrowing the room and stabilize his production centers at optimal size."\n\nYou consider that for a moment, then grin and confer with the others. A few minutes later you're hopping up on a stepladder, leaning over to slide the large, colorful, egg-shaped buttplug dripping with lube into Dasher's ass. The reindeer squirms and tries to buck, but his own immense belly keeps him as immobile as you could want, and you watch as his pucker gradually spreads open around the yellow and pink striped sextoy, stretching far wider than his own cock has ever stretched any hole, before simple anatomical reaction pulls the whole thing inside him with a thump, the broad base smacking up against his toned asscheeks, his reactionary jerk making balls that are now bigger than his head wobble against the curve of his belly. Smirking, you attach a cable to the base of the plug, and the sound of a vibrator motor is added to the other machinery noises in the room. Dasher's eyes roll up completely in his head as his cock stops twitching and spurting and instead starts gushing a constant stream of chocolate cream, the growth of his balls continuing, but more slowly.\n\n"Good! That did it, Boss, we're getting a 1:1 and I can already tell those will sit at just the right size for years to come!" the mechanic bunny enthuses.\n\n"And that's how you problem-solve," you announce smugly, smacking your new chocolate cream factory on the ass.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game over.|HEaster2xEnd]]

"I'll go see this rude reindeer myself, and tell him to knock it off," you decide, giving a firm nod. "No one's gonna bully my bunnies while I'm in charge!"\n\n"Way to go, Boss!" Bruno cheers, before reaching around to one side and rummaging in his fur. You're not sure where he pulls them from, or precisely how he's holding them, but he soon holds up a trio of plastic eggs, the size found in most cheap stores; a pink one, a blue one, and a green one. "Here, take these."\n\n"What are they?" you ask, assuming that they're not just full of candy as you pick them up and cup them in your palms.\n\n"They're full of Easter magic. The old Easter Bunny made 'em and didn't tell me what they did, I was just holding 'em for 'im. Since you don't really have time to make your own, just use these if he gives you any trouble."\n\nHm. A little dubious of using magic, especially if you don't know what it actually does, you nevertheless nod and find a few pockets inside your vest to tuck the eggs into. "Alright, thanks Bruno. You hold down the fort while I go see this reindeer."\n\n"Roger, rabbit!" Bruno chirps before hopping away.\n\nFinding you somehow know just where the much valued Gold Floss field is, you set off at your bouncing lope, covering ground in a good time. You pass by other floss fields, noticing that fewer rabbits are working harvesting them as the colors become more exotic and metallic... well, they're only harvested for the very special baskets, it sounds like, and the rabbits probably want to avoid overharvesting and ruining their yields. Eventually you spot the warm golden glimmer of sunlight hitting cheap(?) metallic gold foil, and crest a hill to spot the field. It has a plastic pink fence around it, but the floss peeks up over the edge of that a fair bit, and there's a strand of trees nearby. You hop on over to the field, looking around and trying to spot the troublemaker... just in time for him to emerge from the woods.\n\nYou stop and stare. You weren't sure what you were expecting when you heard one of Santa's reindeer was stealing, but it wasn't this. He's as upright as you are, for one thing, albeit with thicker fur in a grey-cream color, darkening to brown around his muzzle, forearms, and lower legs. He's broad-shouldered, muscular, the impressive rack of horns above his head helping lend him an extremely masculine aura... not that he needs it with his obvious general fitness, or with the way the tight and very small red leather bikini brief bottoms he's wearing hug a very generous bulge in front. His broad, muscular chest is crossed by a harness dangled with silver jingle bells, which ring melodically with every swaggering step he takes forward. He pauses as he spots you, then his brown muzzle curves up in a smirk as he hooks his thumbs into the belt attached to those skimpy leather briefs.\n\n"Well well well, if it isn't the Easter Bunny!" he says with a chuckle. "Come out to greet ol' Dasher personally! A lot curvier and prettier than the last Easter Bunny, though," he adds, brown eyes roaming up and down your body in a way that acutely reminds you that you're even nakeder than he is and making you blush beneath the fur on your cheeks. \n\n"Um, well, Dasher," you answer, trying not to feel too silly about addressing one of Santa's reindeer by name (in the middle of spring, near a field of plastic Easter basket floss yet). "I heard you've been taking some of our Gold Floss, when you know it doesn't belong to you."\n\n"Oh, come now. It's just a few handfuls," he answers with a shrug. "Enough to get me a few nice little gifts. It's so boring in the off-season, nothing to do but exercise," he continues, lifting one arm and flexing. You manage not to stare, even as that hand goes back down to hook into his belt again, and make a show of adjusting his briefs. "Just let me take an armful this time. I promise not to take any more after, and I promise that I'll pay you back later. With interest," he adds, winking saucily.\n\nIs it hot out here? It feels hotter out here.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let him take more floss.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Negotiate him leaving.|HEaster2x5]]\n\n[[Demand he leave.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Get aggressive.|HEaster3x1]]

"Look, I'm sorry if you're bored in the off season," you begin diplomatically, focusing on his somewhat shaggy face with its slight beard-tuft around the lower edge of his muzzle, since it's somewhat less distracting than... all the rest. "But we really need this floss grass, and it's ours. You can't just keep taking it like this."\n\n"Oh, have a heart, bunny," Dasher says in a fairly cordial manner, grinning roguishly in a way that you're not entirely sure if is infuriating or arousing. "I've gotta have something to do. At least help me out a little."\n\n"Alright," you say with a sigh, now mostly eager just to get this over with, even if it feels vaguely like being blackmailed. "What would you like to stop taking our Gold Floss? It's not like I have any money or anything." You resist the urge to pat your hips to demonstrate your lack of pockets, but realize that would just be demonstrating how naked you are and focus on not blushing again.\n\n"My my you are new around here. Not much use for money in these parts, we mostly trade in gifts and favors. As to gifts..." The reindeer rubs his chin. "Hm, treats are few and far between in the off season... mostly it's just practice and a strict diet to keep us from putting on too much weight. You've got plenty of chocolate, don't you? Surely you can spare a bit for me."\n\nYou actually have no idea how much chocolate you have and how much can be spared, but you have to assume that's so, he's just one person(?) and can't possibly eat that much, can he? "Well, I'd have to check our supplies, but we could maybe manage that."\n\n"Your supplies, hm? Well, I suppose it is your busy season and all. If you didn't want to give up the chocolate, there's always another kind of treat." He smirks and moves a hand down, deliberately drawing your eye as he slides it down his chest and firm, furry belly to nudge his fingertips down the front of his leather briefs. "Dancer always gets bored in the off season and doesn't feel like putting out. I could use a bit of relief, if you know what I mean."\n\n"Uhhhh..." You're fairly certain the red on your face can be seen through your fur this time.\n\n"Purely up to you, of course! Chocolate or cream, all the same to me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Chocolate.|HEaster2x6]]\n\n[[Cream.|HEaster]]

You sigh and hang your head, your long ears briefly flopping forward limply. "... Fine." You're a giant rabbit, what else are you going to do? At least you seem a bit more humanoid than the last Easter Bunny... if equally naked. You blush and fight the urge to cover your butt and crotch, since it doesn't seem like the rabbits care. They're all completely naked except for their fur, after all.\n\n"Alright then! I'm Bruno, and I'll show you the ropes. This way, this way." Bruno starts hopping along, the others falling in after him, and you set off after. You aren't really set up for going on all fours, but you find yourself settling into a natural, bouncy lope forward with your big bunny feet... which makes your tits and ass jiggle noticably, but it doesn't seem to be painful or uncomfortable, so you decide to just deal with it. As Bruno approaches a hillside, a large hole opens up, yawning into a tunnel marked by roots and little pastel-colored egg-shaped lights set into the tunnel walls every so often. There's room for you to move at your sort of bounce-lope with ease, and even to hop a bit higher as you pick up speed when the rabbits leading the way start really running. You're able to keep up without any trouble though, following them along various twists and turns and different branches. Somehow you should be lost, or at least feeling a bit claustrophobic closed into the earth like this, but you feel surprisingly comfortable and like you know where you're going.\n\nEventually there's sunlight ahead, and the tunnel opens up from another hillside, showing rolling hills ahead that are somehow far more perfect and idyllic than the ones you left. The grass is such a perfect shade of green that it looks fake... actually you realize after a moment that it is fake, it's actually the krinkly soft sort of 'grass' usually stuck in the bottom of Easter baskets, and here and there some patches of it have grown longer and in different colors, and you can see rabbits hopping about harvesting it. Ahead are a number of dome-shaped buildings in bright, shiny plastic... well, you're betting it's more like they're egg-shaped, huh? Feeling somewhere between charmed and 'Fuckin' really?', you follow the little passle of rabbits as they bound into the center of town.\n\n"Everyone! Everyone!" Bruno calls as he hops up onto the edge of a fountain that looks like it's full of... wait, is that wine? Either way he raises his paws. "Everyone, if I could have your attention please!" Most of the rabbits (ranging from the size of small dogs to large dogs) all bound over, turning into quite a crowd that's staring at him... and at you. "I have an announcement. I'm afraid there's been an accident... and the Easter Bunny was killed."\n\nThere's a loud "awwwwww" and some bursts of adorable tears and sniffling, making your ears droop with guilt. ... Okay that's going to take some getting used to. You squirm in place, your boobs wobbling freely beneath your vest.\n\n"But good news! Now we have a new Easter Bunny!"\n\nThere's an instant shout of "HURRAY!" and cheering, bunnies hopping up high. Well. They sure got over that fast.\n\n"Okay that's it enough bunloafing around!" Bruno calls, making 'shoo' motions with his forepaws. "Everybody get back to work, we've only got so much time left 'til Easter!" Once the crowd has been sent scampering off back to work, Bruno turns to you. "Alright, Boss, that means us too."\n\n"Um, alright." You nod. "What exactly do I do, though?"\n\n"Well, a big part of the job is administrative work," Bruno explains. "It's not too exciting but it needs to be done. Basically we need you to look over what we've got and tell us where our work would be best spent, plus make some important decisions. We're rabbits, most of us have brains the size of a walnut, we're not great at making decisions on our own."\n\n"That's... awfully forward of you to admit."\n\n"Eh." Bruno shrugs adorably. "Is what it is."\n\n"You said 'a big part'," you prompt. "Does that mean there's another part of the job that's not administrative?"\n\n"We've got other problems too, yeah. Stuff that regular rabbits from Easter Town can't handle... we're bigger and smarter than the average bun, it's true, but you're human-size and have some magic, so you can fix some stuff we can't. I mean, both things are important, but with the time crunch if you start in on one you probably won't be able to work on the other 'til after Easter's over and things calm down a bit. So which'll it be, Boss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Admin work.|HEaster4x1]]\n\n[[Troublesooting.|HEaster2x3]]

"It should be someone that has no idea who I am, and I have no idea who they are, preferably," you assert finally, shaking your head. "That way there's almost no chance it'll get out, there's no awkwardness, I can just... do it and get it over with."\n\n"I... guess that makes sense," Akane says slowly. "Anonymous sex is... well, super perverted, but in this case maybe it's the best option there is. But where will you go?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Downtown.|FRanX]]\n\n[[A net cafe.|FRanX]]\n\n[[A bar.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Take the bus.|FRanX]]

Feeling weird to go so quickly from passionate sex to cleaned and dressed, you smooth out your skirt a little for lack of anything better to do. "So do you have, like... a guidebook, or your notes from last year, or...?"\n\n"I was thinking of something a little more direct," she says with a smile, then closes her eyes and touches her wand lightly to her own forehead. When she opens her eyes, they're narrow and focused, and she flicks her wand quickly towards you. You gasp loudly and stagger, almost falling and only barely managing to catch the side of an easy chair and balance yourself. It felt like something just sunk claws into the sides of your brain! Though now that you consider, it didn't hurt... it was just a sudden, shocking sensation. You look up at Maeve to find her actually looking mildly apologetic. "I really should have done that when you were laying down, shouldn't I?"\n\n"Might have been a good idea," you murmur, feeling like you ought to be hoarse though you aren't. \n\n"Ah well, a note for next time." She lays her free hand against the top of your head, and you find yourself feeling steadier. "I've just copied a handful of my own skills and knowledge directly to you. It should be general enough to allow you to build on it as you wish, but it's the equivalent of the years of experience you currently lacked. You'll likely find yourself transferred into full classes by midday Monday, at my guess."\n\n"That's amazing!" You straighten up, smiling now. "Learning without homework."\n\n"It <i>is</i> rather good, isn't it?" Maeve smiles, then hmms as she looks you up and down. "You know..." She gives her wand another waggle in your direction, and you jump a little as you feel a tingling in your scalp. Something shines out of the corner of your eye, and you look aside, then snag a lock of your hair between your fingers. It's now gold... literally, metallic gold, shining like silken threads of the precious substance. The wave of it is now thick and natural, falling down around and past your shoulders instead of to the bottom of your neck where you previously kept it. "Oh, that does look lovely. You don't mind, do you, Layla?"\n\n"Uh... no," you murmur in shock, before getting yourself under control and smiling lightly. "Though I hope you transferred how to do that spell to me too."\n\nMaeve lets out an easy, aristocratic laugh. "Oh, I do like how you manage to roll with everything. I'll see you a bit later, I have a few things to do."\n\nYou nod, taking the polite dismissal for what it is, and head back out and down the stairs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth4x14]]

"I... alright, I guess," you say tremulously, reaching out to take the vest. "If... if that's what it takes to make up for this and make sure children aren't disappointed. Do I just... put it on?"\n\n"Yup!" the rabbit declares, apparently satisfied with your decision as you lean the vest back and hook both hands into the sleeves before shrugging it on. "Oh, you probably shoulda taken your clothes off first," he adds in an afterthought tone.\n\n"Wait, what?" you ask with a blink, right before gasping loudly as a strange sensation wracks your body, making you lean forward and wrap your arms around your stomach. You can feel your large, soft breasts firming up and starting to grow even larger, pressing out against the confines of your bra as they swell. Your ass and hips also begin to round out and expand, your feet growing and pressing hard against the insides of your shoes. A ticklish, tingly sensation starts covering every bit of your skin as orange-gold-colored fur starts pushing out, gathering into a short, soft coat all over your body as it reshapes. You can feel your face shifting in shape, gaining a slight muzzle look to it with your nose angling down into it, pressure in your gums translating into a growth of your front teeth, and pressure atop your head translating into a lengthening pair of ears as your own merge into the sides of your head and disappear beneath the layer of fur.\n\nYour jeans and panties finally give way beneath the growth of your ass and hips, your fluffy bunny tail popping up above your bare fuzzy ass as it's freed, your feet bursting free of your shoes at the same time. Near-simultaneously your bra finally gives up the ghost and lets your tits bounce free, tearing through your shirt like tissue paper; as if in sympathetic response all of the rest of your clothes shred to nothing despite the rest of your body not changing much beyond becoming a bit curvier (and furrier). Your tits jiggle and sway beneath the vest, now the only bit of clothing you're wearing... their shape has changed to become what you've often heard referred to as "torpedo tits"... well, you suppose they also look a bit like eggs.\n\n"Wha... wha... wha?" You pat at your bare hips and ass, run your hands along your furry belly and your changed tits, then touch at your rabbity face. "What happened?!"\n\n"I told you, you became the Easter Bunny," the rabbit informs you.\n\n"I just thought it was a new job position!" you protest. "I thought I'd help you paint some eggs and do some administrative work and then I could go home! I didn't think I'd actually turn into a... a rabbit-person!"\n\n"Don't be silly, you're the Easter Bunny, Easter Town is your home now," the rabbit says in an overly reasonable tone. "Now, we need to hop to it, there's lots of work to do! Let's get back to Easter Town and get started!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept your fate.|HEaster2x2]]\n\n[[Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!|HEaster]]

You let out a long rush of air, your head hanging slightly. "Senna said... she said war was coming. And that it would be people like you against people like me."\n\n"People like..." Maeve blinks her violet eyes, raising a hand to touch your cheek. "Layla, you <i>are</i> people like me."\n\n"I know, but, I mean... magic-users against the ones who can't, like I used to be," you amend, twirling your hands around each other in a nervous, meaningless gesture. "Like my parents and stuff are, and I guess it got me all messed up inside. I know it shouldn't have, but..."\n\nMaeve sighs, letting her hand drop down, and snagging one of yours with it. "Here is what is true. Yes, eventually there will be a conflict between two different sides of magic users. I imagine Professor Senna made it sound like a battle between the good and holy protectors of all that's bright and beautiful and the evil cruel bigots who want only to destroy." She shakes her head, her long hair swaying gently. "In truth, it is more a conflict between choking order and ecstatic freedom. People who think like Professor Senna would see us reduced to garden pests in the shadows of mainstream society, scurrying about hoping they never notice us."\n\nShe gestures with her wand for emphasis as she continues. "The other side is not the batch of murdering bigots she makes us out to be. We have no particular prejudice about-" There's a pause as she sees something in your eyes. "Ah, she told you about my family sending away nonmagical members? And again, no doubt she made it sound as if we throw them in the corner rubbish bin to be collected on a Tuesday. No, Layla, they're simply sent away to 'normal' boarding schools or distant relatives, because we know they would feel lesser than us and never fit in."\n\nShe drops your hand and gives a little twirl, a smile on her lips, and you can't help but be sucked in by her beauty and her sheer natural eroticism, that waterfall of hair swaying across her trim bare buttocks as she moves. "We just want access to the <i>world</i>, Layla, the whole wide world! We want to be able to use our abilities openly and freely. Yes, some of us want control... but the same sort of control that you and I have been practicing this month! Those who are good enough band together, those who cannot may live in our shadow. We have the power, and yet we live in the shadows for the sake of the weak feeling more in control! How is that fair, how is that right?"\n\nMaeve reaches to take your hand again, squeezing it. "I don't want to hurt you or your family. I want you by my side, Layla. You understand your superiority, you have a talent for power... both magical power and social power. Will you stay with me? If it comes to that, will you fight with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Aspareth4x20]]\n\n[[No.|Aspareth]]

When Erika returns to the room that afternoon she finds you sitting and staring at the fireplace. You refuse to tell her what's wrong, just saying that Professor Senna griped at you over something in class. She rubs your back a bit and even kisses your ear, obviously trying to lure you into a bout of stress relief. But for the first time in your life you've got actual weighty matters on your mind... not that you'd put it in such words, though. Eventially Erika gives up and goes about her own routine, and not long after she goes to bed you retire to your own.\n\nAt least throughout the rest of the week, your new course of magical classes help distract you a little. For the first time you find classes more interesting and fun because they're challenging... well, honestly, for the first time you find classes interesting and fun. There's just something about the fact that you're actually controlling the forces of the universe with your words and thoughts... it's as much of a thrill as doing the same to people. Almost.\n\nOn Friday, Maeve's voice once again calls you up to her room. This time you enter to find her standing in front of the table, once again practically naked, wearing black thigh-highs with white stripes around the tops, and a matching snug black tank-style top that still leaves her slender midriff bare. She's gesturing with her wand, apparently making some change to the contents bubbling in a small cauldron despite the lack of a heat source. "Ah, good, I was thinking we would-" She looks over at you and hesitates. "What's wrong?"\n\n"What makes you think something's wrong?" you ask, going for nonchalant.\n\n"You're usually quite good at changing your face, but <i>I</i> can read your eyes. And I was starting to get rather attached to the worshipful look in them when you looked at me," she says simply, raising her eyebrows. "Now all I see is worry, perhaps even fear. Does this perhaps have something to do with Professer Senna speaking to you?"\n\nYou pout a little. "Erika's been talking to you."\n\n"Of course she has, as I would expect you to talk to me if Erika's behavior changed radically. There's also the fact that you've been avoiding me, which is why I <i>asked</i> Erika if something was wrong." She pads over to you, looking into your eyes. "So, what's wrong?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lie.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Tell the truth.|Aspareth4x19]]

Though it's pretty much accepted that most of the red faction races don't get as much care and attention as the blue faction races, the designers didn't exactly make any of the females ugly. The female orc, as she moves into focus, is still broad and a slab of muscle like the male, but her lines are just a bit more feminine, even if she does have a stronger jaw than you could give to <i>any</i> of the elf races. Her long black mane is scruffy and thick, falling down her back in a way that makes her vaguely resemble a hedgehog, and she's wearing a leather tunic and what could best be described as a pair of leather shorts.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Savage|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Beast Tamer|GGWOWplaceholder]]

Closing your hand around something cylindrical, you pull it out and take a look. It's instantly identifiable as one of those super cheap white and black plastic collapsible telescopes, part of it sliding out even as you just tilt it slightly.\n\n"Oooo! You won a telescope!" the shop girl squeals happily.\n\n"Uh... yeah, great," you reply a little flatly, trying not to add a particularly sarcastic 'yaaay'.\n\nShe immediately giggles. "No, not that one, silly! That's just a marker!" She takes it from you and sets it on the table, then walks over to the shelves of various 'educational' toys and gadgets and picks up a fairly long, glossy box to hand to you. "Here you go! An AF-9001 telescope, all yours!"\n\n"Oh! Hey, cool, thanks," you acknowledge, now rather more enthusiastic as you look the box over. It's not huge or heavy, but the stats on it do seem to be pretty snazzy. Digital lens supplementation and enhancement, so it's got cameras in it too, nice! You follow the girl to the counter so she can print you a freebie receipt (to show it actually is yours), and you're on your way... and since you don't particularly want to walk around the mall with what's apparently a very expensive combination telescope and digital camera, you decide to head home with it. Once there, you settle the box on your bed and ponder. You've never much wanted a telescope, other than passing fancies probably every kid gets after seeing one in a movie or a shooting star or whatever. You're not quite sure what to do with one now that you've got it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep it.|GGLC2x3]]\n\n[[Regift it.|GGLC]]

Well, it does seem kinda fun and gadget-y, so no reason you can't decide you want a telescope now that you've got one! Mind made up, you open up the box and pull out its contents.\n\nThe telescope itself is a long, solid silver tube, with a fold-out viewfinder screen about the size of your smartphone (nice) in addition to the purely physical one that faces backwards. The ends have bits on them that you're not sure if they're purely functional or just meant to look snazzy, but hey it does look pretty snazzy. The box also contains a rather nice collapsible tripod for it, the feet bearing little flip-out 'claws' so that they can be anchored to the ground if set on the lawn or something. It has its own battery with charging station that claims to get up to 15(!) hours of use per charge, so you go ahead and plug the charger in. It's probably at 50% at most from the factory, after all, and anyway you don't suppose you could really use a telescope until the night anyway.\n\nThe rest of the day passes uneventfully, and after dinner you get caught up in doing a few raids with your online friends. Before you know it, it's almost midnight, and you glance at the clock before looking over at the telescope. Oh, hey, that's right! Well, now's a good chance to use it, you suppose, it's about as dark as it's likely to get. You head downstairs to grab a few sodas from the fridge and a bag of chips for 'viewing snacks', then head back upstairs and rummage around for an SD card. Deciding to use one of the larger ones just in case, you slot it in and then put in the battery, a few small lights on the telescope blinking to life. Looks like you're good to go!\n\nHm. But should you take the telescope to the [[back yard|GGAlienStart]] to observe the heavens? Or maybe up to [[the roof|GGLC]] to observe the Earth... or rather, the people you share it with?

Screw it. Cursing under your breath, you continue off down the hall to your meeting with the admiral, even as the security officers you came with rush over to a recessed weapons locker. You've definitely, absolutely had enough of this crap.\n\nYou sit in the admiral's office's waiting room until you're finally admitted. 'Admiral Bigguns' turns out to be a MILFy woman with black hair and what are definitely a pair of bigguns, each breast the size of her head, and that's not even accounting for any size the uniform may be hiding. Alas, she's not very happy with you, scowling darkly as you stand in front of her desk. "Commander, would you care to explain <i>why</i> you didn't join in the response to the intruder alert? An intruder that was apparently hiding aboard the starship <i>you</i> arrived on?"\n\n"Sir, we conducted multiple scans of the ship during our flight to Earth and found nothing," you reply blandly, as you've rehearsed in your head. Which is true, at least, the thing must be able to make itself invisible to sensors, which makes you doubtful it's actually been caught. "As to why I didn't join the response, I apologize, but recent events have made it clear to me that I am simply not cut out to be a Starbeat officer anymore." You unclip the trio of gold circles from your collar and the comm badge from your chest, and rest all three on the desk. "Respectfully, I had intended to tender my resignation before we even entered the system, and had merely not had a chance to do so formally."\n\nShe continues to scowl at you, rapping her fingernails against the desktop. Her green eyes flick from you, to the insignia, then back. Finally, she sighs. "A reprimand will be entered into your file for not responding while you were still technically a Starbeat officer. Should you ever choose to reactivate your commission, it will most likely result in a demotion and permanent damage to your career options."\n\n"Understood," you answer evenly, resisting the urge to instead say 'Not fucking likely I'm coming back to <i>this</i> shit.' \n\n"Very well. Please present your brief on the current situation, then proceed to Admiral Tuckit for discharge debriefing."\n\nYou spend an hour or so explaining everything from when Captain Stroker and yourself decided to investigate the missing archaeological team to now and answering Admiral Bigguns' questions. It takes a few more hours of answering questions and having things explained to you about your access to Starbeat facilities and benefits now that you've resigned your commission, and then you're free to go. You wander out of Starbeat Command, gazing out at the futuristic San Francisco and wondering what to do now.\n\nOver the next few weeks, you laze about adjusting to future life. There's not that much in the way of television and Earth seems to have become oddly bland and retro about its musical tastes, but at least you have free access to most of its historical music, almost as much as when you could just torrent stuff. You can use the holodecks but find yourself getting a little annoyed at constantly having to be in the midst of the simulations and driving things rather than able to just sit back and watch a story unfold, so eventually you give it a rest.\n\nOccasionally people in Starbeat and others who knew Erin before you became her drop you little notes. Apparently the whatever-it-was beamed down with Doctor Fukher and knocked out the transporter operator, and then in the following confusion escaped the grounds. Despite the lockdown and sweeping security teams, Doctor Fukher managed to disappear as well, and no one's seen or heard from her since. By the time anyone arrived at the system where you encountered the Raptarrans, both of their ships were gone, and the <i>Venture</i> was afrift and abandoned, not a single crewmember left aboard. What's more, apparently several other ships, and even an entire starbase, have been found in similar condition... and rumors have it that your non-Federation neighbors have been having similar problems.\n\nEventually the problem spreads to civilian ships and the evening news, to the point that the Federation President schedules a news conference about it. Curious as to what's going to be done about the situation, considering you were briefly involved in it, you settle in front of the viewscreen on the night of, tuning it to the broadcast. The Federation President is a rather attractive female who looks like she's barely in her late teens... presumably some slow-aging race, to judge by her pointed ears. To be honest she looks like some sort of fantasy elf with those and her long golden hair and her big emerald eyes. She's flanked by a pair of tall, stern-looking security officers as she walks to the podium and turns towards the crowd of assorted reporters.\n\n"My fellow sentients," she begins in a pleasing, pretty voice that must have helped her win the election. Unfortunately, that's as far as she gets before a trio of blurry figures leap from the shadows, slamming into her and the guards. The room erupts into chaos as the figures 'decloak', revealing massive velociraptor-like aliens with colorful hides and big toothy grins. The one who tackled the President uses one of its sickle claws to slice through the back of her pretty white dress, and in a single thrust buries its pointed, red cock deep in her pussy. She shrieks as the alien begins pumping into her in a quick, steady pace, the other two similarly starting to rape the security officers.\n\nThe reporters are all rushing towards the exits, while a brave few hurry towards the stage, perhaps with some idea of helping the President. But when the doors open, it's only to admit more of the aliens, these not bothering (or not able) to use camoflage, but instead simply leaping into the crowd and starting to violate the reporters as well. Mouths, pussies, asses, it's apparently all the same to the horny beasts as the news conference instead becomes a nonconsensual orgy.\n\nYou, and possibly trillions of other people across the galaxy, are left to simply watch as the Federation President is raped live on camera, at first yowling and begging for mercy, only for her words to slowly lose coherence as her eyes roll up into her head and her pleas turn to moans. Her tongue lolls out as the raptorlike invader pulls out of her pussy and stuffs its large member up her ass instead, and you're fairly certain you watch the leader of the free galaxy cum her brains out on interstellar television. Her lips curl up in a brainless grin and her tongue lolls out, her slender body rocking back towards the alien's thrusts as she abandons herself to the pleasure of being raped by the inhuman monster.\n\nThe Raptarran lifts its head from looking down at its victim, staring directly into the (now likely unmanned) camera, its toothy grin growing even wider. It seems to be looking directly at you when it speaks.\n\n"You're next."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|TrekF2xEnd]]

"Y'know, I'd actually have to agree with you," you note as you manifest a ring of energy around each of Ogredrive's ankles, stretching her legs out and pinning one to the floor while raising the other one high, more energy manacles appearing around her wrists and holding them over her head. "You're definitely one of Doctor Life's success stories. The muscles and regeneration are child's play, but that high rate of neural and physical adaptivity, I'm not sure even mine quite measures up," you add as you move to straddle her thigh and scoot forward, pulling the crotch of your panties aside. "But I can fix that."\n\n"Hey, what are you-?!" the red-skinned amazon starts to demand, only to gasp loudly as you press your pussy up against hers, making sure to grind your clit against hers. Her body arches, pulling against the restraints as she tries to writhe. "FUCK!" she yelps, shivering hard.\n\n"I'm increasing the thoroughness which I can map and access your nervous system by touching two dense clusters of nerves together," you explain, your own voice having gotten just a bit breathy as you drape your hands over her raised leg, stroking and rubbing your hips and making your pert, pantied ass rub against her inner thigh.\n\n"Ffffuck why does it feel so good I don't even like chicks," Ogredrive groans amidst her moans and gasps, her yellow eyes having rolled up somewhat in her head.\n\n"Because I'm intensifying the pleasure response so that I can follow it through your brain, neurons, nerves, and muscles, which is the same reason I'm actively causing stimulation," you add, letting slip a quiet moan of your own as your wet pussy grinds against her absolutely sopping one. "Well, and it's fun."\n\nOgredrive's moans and cries of pleasure and repeated orgasm get louder and more regular, your own soft gasps and purrs of stimulation practically drowned out. But as your own sense of orgasmic stimulation spreads out, lighting up through her body as thoroughly as your own, your own cries and moans grow more enthusiastic, and louder. As Ogredrive's skin begins to pale to pink, her muscles gradually shrinking and nails retracting, her own cries start to shift in pitch, her hips moving in better coordination against yours to rub her clit against your own.\n\nYou disperse the energy manacles, allowing her to just drape her leg against your shoulder, her ever-more-slight and less clawed hands moving to lightly brace herself. Her horns shrink steadily into her forehead as a new pair of fuzzy, pointed ears push out from amidst her rapidly lightening hair. Her abs smooth out into a sleek stomach as her muscles become light and lithe, her toes curling a moment after your own do at a particularly good brush of your clits together. Her cries soon fall into perfect sync with yours, every moan and gasp made in unison, the thick, powerful quality of her voice fading away until it matches your own.\n\nYou arch your hips, shuddering in a hard orgasm that, for just an instant, whites everything out, washing over you and leaving you trembling. Then you open your eyes, all four of them. You look down at yourself, and exchange a nod, rising up from straddling your other body's thigh, tugging your panties back into place as you also get up off the floor. You move to stand facing yourself, briefly going through a series of identical motions, opposite motions, and entirely different ones, making sure each of those is smooth and flawless. You exchange a nod with yourself again, then summon a pair of hairties, starting to bind up the hair of your naked body into the appropriate twintails.\n\n"The enhanced neural adaptivity is handling the extra load perfectly," you say from both mouths in perfect sync, even as part of you concentrates on summoning energy and manifesting it around its body as a perfect copy of the clothing that the other part of you is already wearing. "Lag time is imperceptible from outside, and growing steadily smaller. Even if we expand the network, since all units share the neural adaptivity trait, response time could theoretically speed up to the quantum level rather than slowing down." Now that both of you are attired properly, you take a second to look yourself over, then look down one direction of the hallway with one pair of eyes while looking down the opposite direction with the other. "Options," you muse aloud.\n\n"I still want to defeat City Guard and show him up, that's my primary goal after all," one of you notes.\n\n"True, but it might be better to go ahead and deal with Leone and Doctor Life now, they are a canny pair and I've spat in their eye too," the other of you responds.\n\n"Now that I have two bodies, they're even less likely to be capable of inhibiting us," you respond, since you do need to make an informed decision after all.\n\n"True, but just because they're currently irrelevant doesn't mean they always will be, and growing arrogant in my superiority won't do me any favors," you answer yourself.\n\nYou meet your eyes, bringing yourself back into focus. Hm, alright, which choice...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave the compound.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Deal with the scientist duo now.|FemPalV]]

You are pretty much calmed down by the time you finish the popsicle, though 'feel better' might be stretching it. You stare at the stick, which has some weird squiggly drawings on it an then the word 'hawk' so maybe it's like the learn-a-Chinese-word thing on the back of fortune cookie fortunes. You sit back, letting out a little huff.\n\n"Sorry, this must be tough for you," Samsa says, reaching over her sister's head to put a hand on your shoulder. "And in the middle of the school year, too."\n\n"Yeah. Mary here's had to switch mid-year too. But because she's brilliant!" Gabriel adds enthusiastically. Before he quickly amends, "Though I'm sure you'll be plenty brilliant too, Layla, I'm not saying you won't be."\n\n"Here, take your foot out and put this in instead," Harriet says dryly, shoving a snack cake from one of the wrappers in Gabriel's mouth. "Look. Don't freak out too much. Just try to stay calm as much as you can. Other people, especially your dormmates, will help you out." She looks like she's about to add something else, then frowns and leans forward a bit more, looking out the window. "Are we going through the cloud layer?"\n\nSamsa pulls out a smartphone and clicks it on. You stare a bit, having gotten the impression that you weren't supposed to bring yours. Damn. "Bad weather moving in. Probably taking us above the storm and on a roundabout course."\n\n"Tch, we won't arrive 'til night, then." Harriet huffs and settles back against her seat.\n\nThe group starts chatting about what they expect to do when they arrive or what the semester is likely to hold for them. It's mostly Harriet, Gabriel and Samsa, though Mary occasionally pipes up as well... usually to try and bring you into the conversation, it seems like. You actually find yourself feeling grateful for the effort, and it seems to impress her siblings as well. Eventually evening sets in, and one by one everyone apparently decides that a nap is in order and closes their eyes.\n\nWhen you wake up, you become aware of several things. First, that it looks like full night outside the window. Second, that Mary seems to have slumped onto you and practically snuggled in against your side. And third, there is a large glowing spider in the cabin with you.\n\nYou stare at the green shape as it slowly lowers from the luggage rack towards the sleeping Harriet. It's bigger than your hand from tip to tip, and you're not even sure it's a real spider... it's all made of blocks and smooth planes, like an old video game or something. And it's glowing a bright, sickly green! It definitely seems to be heading towards Harriet's lap, specifically towards her bare thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|Aspareth3ax1]]\n\n[[Do nothing.|Aspareth4ax1]]\n\n[[Smack it!|Aspareth2x4]]

"I'd like in. Ma'am," you add, as a bit of an afterthought.\n\n"I don't make it a habit of turning down decent help when it's offered. Besides, you and Kaze seem like you're a bit of a lucky charm when you're together. Lemme just clear it with the Commander, in case she has other plans for you."\n\n"You don't have to do this," the catgirl mutters as you step in closer while Eskabar steps off to the side to murmur into her collar.\n\n"No, but I want to. You're my friend and I'm gonna look after you when I can. Nothing's changed about that since yesterday," you answer quietly.\n\nHer eyes flick towards you, but it looks like her expression softens a little, and she gives a small nod. "... Yeah, okay."\n\nEskabar soon confirms you've been allowed to accompany them, and the lot of you head out to the transport. You wind up sitting near the loading door on the left side, with most of the others on the right. The transport begins rumbling and shaking along, the exact same bumpy, jittery ride as yesterday's.\n\nUntil suddenly everything goes lurching around, the lights flickering as people let out shocked or frightened yelps and screams, the whole world seeming to go tipping forward from your perspective until you're left dangling against your restraint harness. \n\n"The fuck happened?!" Eskabar demands into the dim emergency lighting once everything's stopped moving. \n\n"We're in a hole! The ice gave way on one side of us!" one of the drivers calls back.\n\n"What the fuck, your division's supposed to handle daily scans," Eskabar grumbles as she starts undoing her harness.\n\n"It was fine when we scanned it this morning, ma'am, I looked at the maps myse-"\n\nThe driver's words cut off with the sound of shattering glass and a scream, a second one joining it almost instantly. You whip your head around at the sound of metal shrieking as well, just in time to see part of the ramp bent and pulled open, a lopsided face with three different kinds of eyes starting to push through the hole before you blast it with your rifle. \n\n"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! LaChance, clear it, we've gotta get out!" Eskabar booms, the FEARs in the transport struggling to get unstrapped and upright as she turns and fires into the driving cabin.\n\nCursing a bit, you use the thankfully rather intuitive controls on the rifle to switch its firing mode, then fire several slow, arcing blobs of blue energy out through the hole the Fiend tore in the ramp door. A moment later grenade-like explosions light up the eternal night outside, along with the shrieking of fiends. Eskabar has gotten herself freed and upright, and simply yanks your harness out of the wall and lets you drop onto her shoulder as she charges the ramp, knocking it back into the packed snow and frozen earth and forming a steep but climbable slope for the rest. Once you've all gotten out she sets you down.\n\n"Fuck, there's a ton of 'em incoming," Shyn snarls as she looks around, eerie moans, howls, and shrieks carrying on the wind, each terrifying in horribly unique ways. "Where the fuck do we go?!"\n\n"Lightning bunker," Eskabar grunts, all stoic business now as she starts striding along. "This way. Double time. Tight formation."\n\nUnfortunately as fast as the lot of you try to move and as tight as you try to stay, Fiends just seem to keep lurching out of the mist and darkness, slashing at you or grabbing at you. Several of the other FEARs are pulled screaming into the night, their howls of terror almost instantly becoming distant and fading, as if they'd abruptly been yanked miles away. By the time the small, squat bunker with its heavy door comes into view, it's just Eskabar, Shyn, Veronka and yourself left to hurry through the doors.\n\n"They laid a trap," Shyn whispers as her helmet retracts into her suit, her eyes darting feverishly down the long, well-lit hall that's the only currently visible area inside the bunker. "The fucking Fiends laid a fucking trap!"\n\n"Quiet," Eskabar grunts as she taps the console by the door, while you and Veronka huddle in the corner and stare at them both.\n\n"You think it's coincidence there was a big fucking hole with ice <i>over</i> it on our driving path right when some perimeter poles go down?!" Shyn snaps. "They not only laid a trap they baited us into it!"\n\n"<b>I know</b>!" Eskabar roars, suddenly wheeling on the other big woman, a hand swooping in to grab her by the torso and slam her back against the wall. Eskabar's helmet retracts as she leans in, glaring directly into Shyn's terrified eyes. Though the glare doesn't lessen, her voice is calm again as she says, "Learn when to shut up, Jehemis." She slowly lowers Shyn to the floor, then steps back. "All three of you. Let's get to the back of this place."\n\nThe 'lightning bunker' turns out to be a series of long, straight hallways side-by-side, with an opening at one end to connect them, forming a long set of back-and-forth passages. You suppose so that there's a series of shooting galleries if the main door is breached... or that the Fiends have to come a long way down narrow hallways to get to you. At the very end is a small alcove with simple facilities and weapons lockers, and Eskabar leaves you standing near those as she uses the nearby communications equipment. You're surprised how long she spends... at least an hour, leaving the three of you standing nervously watching the hall, wondering if at any moment you're going to hear the doors being breached, or the walls crumbling down.\n\nFinally, Eskabar comes back. "Alright, the Commander's coming to get us. We don't usually use flyers up here because of the winds, but there's a heavy-duty one in Sector Thirty she's having deployed, she'll be here soon." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "The moment we get back, I want you three organizing the convicts for a bugout."\n\n"Bugout? We're moving to another rally bunker?" Shyn asks curiously.\n\n"You, the convicts, and any other rookie FEARs are being moved to other Sectors," Eskabar replies, ignoring your startled expressions. "Reorg, effective immediately. Sixth ring is now veteran FEARs only. Shyn, we're gonna put you in charge of a squad in Sector Twenty-Four. LaChance, Kaze, you're going to squads in Sectors Twenty-Three and Nineteen."\n\n"NO!" Veronka blurts, then winces and wilts a little as Eskabar glares at her.\n\n"Yes," she says flatly. "... Things are changing. This situation isn't something we can throw raw talent at anymore hoping to get a good return. You really want to stay here when it's looking more and more like suicide, when you got a life ahead of you at the end of your sentence...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Anything to avoid being split up!"|GGSR9ax1]]\n\n[["..."|GGSR9x5]]

"Hey, Celest," you say as you step off of the pad and walk over towards her. \n\n"Hm?" she asks as she looks up, then makes a soft sound of surprise as you step in close, sliding your arms around her as you kiss her deeply. You feel her shiver a little as you grab her ass with both hands and squeeze, your fingers sinking in some, the alien moaning softly before her tongue slides into your mouth... and down your throat. You suck and lick at it adoringly as she gently pumps it in and out, her own hands stroking over your sides, back, and ass, giving it occasional squeezes.\n\nWhen you break the kiss, you have to wait for her to slide her tongue out of your mouth and back into her own before you can grin and speak up. "You know, this seems like the sort of problem a piece of equipment can just keep having. Especially since it's old. You might have a hard time fixing it again if I'm not around."\n\n"Well it... might, yes," she allows, blinking repeatedly as if not realizing what you mean.\n\n"So I guess I better stick around then, huh? You know... so we can do these tests regularly." You grin, ducking in to suck briefly on her lower lip before you continue. "Maybe even daily."\n\n"Oh. ... <i>Oh</i>." Her face turns a deeper, darker shade of purple, before she grins wide and nods eagerly. "Yes. Yes, I'd like that a lot."\n\n"Good. Because there's a lot of different animals on Earth," you murmur, giving her ass another squeeze. "And I really think we ought to test all of them. Just to be sure."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGAlien1xEnd]]

You waffle a bit more mentally, but finally you admit you'd really like to get this settled... and you'd also really kind of like to feel that intense feeling from that night again. If you can do it without questioning your sexuality, all the better. "F-fine, I'll... I'll let... I mean... if you'd do it for me," you murmur, with a blush you can feel all the way in your ears.\n\n"Mmm'kaaaay," Liam coos, eyes practically glowing with delight. "Why don't you get undressed and lay back on the bed, then?"\n\nYou bite your lower lip, but nod and walk over to the bed as you unbutton your jeans. You sit down to toe out of your shoes, then jump a little as you notice Liam also pushing his jeans down. "H-hey, I thought you were just gonna-!"\n\n"Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't get turned on by it!" Liam protests with overblown innocence, putting his fingertips to his chest. Then he grins again. "Relax, I'm just getting comfortable," he assures you, lifting his shirt up some to flash the bulge in the front of his little white panties at you. "I promise not to put my dick in you again. Unless you ask me to."\n\nBlushing and muttering, you lift your ass and shove your jeans and underwear down and off. "Is it okay doing this on the bedspread?"\n\n"Relax, the comforter's insanely stain resistant, trust me I got it for exactly that reason." Liam saunters over to the bed and clambers up onto the foot of it, holding a bag that he plunks down beside your legs. "Not gonna take off your shirt? You might get it messy."\n\n"I'll take the risk," you assert, having decided that at least keeping one article of clothing on makes you feel less vulnerable.\n\n"Fine by me, you look cute in it anyway. Now, lift your legs, hands under your knees, and pull back," he chirps.\n\nBoy that kind of backfired. For all your hopes of preserving some modesty, now here you are spreading and pulling on your legs like a girl in a porno, displaying your pucker and your half-hard cock to the boy who so recently fucked you. Liam at least has the good grace not to leer, instead just seeming cheerful but aotherwise almost businesslike as he uses a large, pump-top bottle of lube to coat several fingers. You give a bit of an 'mmf' as he strokes a finger around your hole, then slowly pushes it inside. "H-hey, what are you doing...?"\n\n"It's good to get your hole prepped, y'know," he replies with even cheer, swirling the finger around inside your ass as you squirm, and stroking it in and out a few times, before slowly pushing a second one into you as well, twisting them around. "Make sure it's all good and slick in there, do some initial stretching..."\n\nYou try not to let your breath shudder much as you let it out, but are unable to help a bit more wiggling, especially as you can feel your cock stiffening up a bit more. "You didn't do that the other night," you point out a bit sulkily.\n\n"Welllll I admit that I wanted the first thing you ever felt inside of you to be my cock," Liam admits just as brightly as ever. You try to glower at him a bit but it's sort of hard to make it convincing when you're laying on his bed, feet in the air, getting slowly finger-fucked by him. "Hey, you agreed to things, I was just enjoying the situation. As I recall you came at <i>least</i> three times around me so you can't complain too much."\n\nYou'd like to, oh how you'd like to. But you're busy muffling it as you start letting out little gasps and almost-moans just from his fingers. Then he dips a hand in the bag, and comes up with a flesh-tone one that looks like it came from the bin at the bottom. He squirts more lube into his palm and begins slathering the thing's shaft, grinning at your blushing face as he does, before finally bringing it down and pressing the tip to your glistening, slick hole.\n\n"Now, I know you can take this," he asserts as he slowly pushes it in, and you can't help but let out a soft moan fully as the long, slender shaft spreads you open and slides inside. "Because doesn't it feel a bit familiar, hm?"\n\n'D-dammit, it's his cock,' you realize, shivering harder than ever as it slides into you. That's why the collection of 'plain' dildos at the bottom looked so familiar... you'd had the basis for them in both your mouth and your ass. Still, Liam's right... it does feel both familiar and good as it slowly pushes inside you, until the rubber balls are pressing against your skin. Your cock is fully hard now, smearing pre against your belly and the folds of your shirt as Liam starts smoothly stroking it in and out.\n\n"So how's it feel, Gwyn?" the other boy asks after a few minutes, during which you've started breathing harder, several times closing your eyes and leaning your head back. "Do you like it?"\n\n"I..." You try to control yourself some as your first word comes out as almost a moan itself, a shiver running through your body as Liam gently twists the dildo inside your ass, wiggling it around to work it against your lubed-up inner walls. "I like it, yeah," you admit, panting out breaths between your lightly-spread lips. Denying it seems pointless with your almost achingly-hard cock on display, and since you've given in that much you give in further, slipping one of your hands forward, letting your arm hold your leg up so that you can wrap a hand around yourself and start stroking lightly. "It... it feels good..."\n\n"Mmm, the dildo in your ass feels good?" Liam coos, obviously enjoying teasing you a bit as he speeds up the strokes of the dildo inside you, light squishing noises from the lube dripping off of it reaching your ears, the feel of it dribbling down your skin making you shudder as it mingles with the pleasure.\n\n"Yes," you admit with less hesitation this time, almost whimpering... then you gasp a little as he slips it out, leaving you shivering and feeling rather empty. "H-hey..."\n\n"Well, we seem to have discovered that you like anal penetration!" Liam chirps, eyes twinkling impishly as he grins at your face. "Which was why we were doing this, right?"\n\nYou pause with your hand on your cock. Oh. That was right. "Y-yeah... yeah, I guess."\n\n"Mm. Although..." Liam puts a fingertip to his lower lip, making a show of tapping it thoughtfully as he glances upward. "I <i>did</i> put a small assortment of dildos into the bag on the idea it might take us some experimentation. So I <i>guess</i> we could keep going, and try some other things. You know, in the name of you helping try out my collection, if nothing else." Then his wicked grin returns, as he continues, "Depends on what you want, though."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want to keep trying dildos.|GwynLiam1x7]]\n\n[[You want to leave now.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You want Liam to fuck you.|GwynLiam]]

"W-well, you know, since... since I'm already in this position, and... l-lubed up," you murmur, embarrassed but pressing forward. "If... if you really want someone to help you test them, then I... guess we could keep going..."\n\n"That's the spirit!" Liam declares, making a 'go team!' swing of a fist, then snickering. "Alright, so! Do you want to try bigger, or more interesting?"\n\n"Um."\n\n"I mean there's a lot of choices, can't try them all. Well not in one day. I've got some bigger ones that are still based on regular cocks, and I've got some more <i>interesting</i> ones for variety. Which one do you want to try?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Bigger.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[More interesting.|GwynLiam1x8]]

Well, that's the most obvious choice, you can just glance in and take a peek at whatever he likes to hang up, you figure. You walk over and pull open the swing-out doors, the lights at the top automatically coming on.\n\n'Ah,' you think with a slightly flat expression. 'There they are.'\n\nOnly a fairly small part of the wardrobe is actually set up to hang up jackets and shirts. Most of the interior has been refitted into shelves, and on those shelves are... dildos. Well, you also see vibrators, a couple of masturbation sleeves, and... honestly a few things you're not entirely sure what they are. They're all set up like some other people would display action figures or statuettes, and you guess Liam's artistic sensibilities are on display here because there's some interesting color arrangements... not just of the toys' groupings but of some of the toys themselves, a number of them featuring interesting gradiants and sparkly colors.\n\n'Where did he even get some of these?' you can't help but think, noticing some of the odder shapes. Are all of these bought from stores? Is he rich or something to afford that many high-end weird dildos? (You just assume they must be pricey, somehow, it's not like you've ever priced a... tentacle, yourself.) You kind of think he might have made at least some of them himself, especially since you notice that there's a plastic tub at the bottom with a lot of similar-looking dildos in various colors just kind of piled together. Actually they're all sort of vaguely familiar-looking somehow... eh, probably they're just a generic mold and you've seen them in porn videos. \n\n<hr>\n[[Keep pondering the odd, lewd collection.|GwynLiam1x5]]\n\n[[... snag one...|GwynLiam]]

It's really just such a... colorful and pretty and lewd display. Liam must be quite a good artist because you find yourself as enraptured by all the colors and shapes arranged together as you've ever been by an art installation at a museum.\n\n"See anything you like?"\n\n"BWUH!" you jump a little and stagger to the side, bumping the door of the wardrobe and causing a lot of wobbling from the shelves' contents, like a forest of weird dicks swaying gently in the breeze. Liam snickers at you, eyes dancing as he glances from them back to you.\n\n"Fun little collection, huh?"\n\n"It's, um... it's very artistic," you allow, your face completely red as you glance away. \n\n"I think so too, thank you," he chirps happily, looking back at the arrangement with obvious pride. "You know, I've thought several times about actually doing it as a display piece, but I feel like the aesthetic enjoyment would just get lost in people looking for some sort of message. 'Ooo, he's saying that what we hide away can be the most beautiful thing of all!' No I'm not I just make really nice-looking dildos," he asserts, folding his arms.\n\n"Eheh. You made 'em, huh?" You rub the back of your neck, glancing upward, now finding it almost as hard to look at Liam as it is to look at the sex toys with Liam in the room.\n\n"Not all of them but a lot of them, both the odd and the mundane." Liam grins, pink eyes twinkling as he tilts his head a bit. "You wanna try one?"\n\n"Er, I mean, you know I'm-"\n\n"I know, I know. But I'm betting one of the reasons you came over is that you're still trying to wrap your head around how good last night felt," he notes, grinning even wider at your renewed blush and reluctant nod. "Well, it might be that you just like anal stimulation, hm? If that's all it is, it could certainly lay your mind to rest to try something that isn't an actual cock in there."\n\n"Are... are you offering to lend me one? I mean, is that... even hygenic?"\n\n"All of them are hygenic, I promise, I have a very thorough cleaning regimine. I also have some that have never been used that I could give you. But I was actually thinking it might be best if you let me use them on you instead." At your widened eyes, he laughs. "Well, ass-play can be uncomfortable, among other things, if you don't do it right. If you wind up just clumsily jamming it in, you're not gonna really discover whether the penetration was what you liked, and you'll go on wondering. I, on the other hand, am well-experienced with both butts and dildos and can promise you that if that's what got you off, you'll know soon enough."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take one.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Have him use one on you.|GwynLiam1x6]]

Really it's less like you make a decision and more like while you're considering making a decision, Liam's hands on your sides and back are urging you up onto the bed and you're just sort of going along with him. And that's how you find yourself on your knees, leaning your head down onto the pillow as he runs his hands over your ass, cooing at you that you have a really cute asshole right before he asks Maria to pass him some lube.\n\nHoly shit you're doing this, you think as you hear the cap being popped on the tube. You bring your hands up to grip the sheets just in front of the pillow, your breath huffing out in hot puffs over the surface of it as you listen to the soft, squelching noises of Liam rubbing the stuff all over his prick. You're... you're actually going to get fucked in the ass by another guy. But it's all for the sake of getting Maria all worked up so that she jumps in, right? you think, shifting your eyes over towards her, watching her settle back into the chair and spread her legs as if actually displaying that warm, dripping pussy for you, as if she were saying 'Here it is, the finish line, you've just gotta keep going!'\n\nAnd you're looking right at it when you feel something pressing against you, before Liam's cock presses your asshole open and starts sliding inside. Your eyes widen briefly before you press them closed, moaning muffledly into the pillow at the feel of something actually pushing inside you, spreading your walls open, hot and slick and you can almost feel it throbbing as he just seems to push deeper and deeper inside of you. Liam's hands grip against your hips... you have another boy's hands on your hips as he pushes his cock into you, like you were a girl, like you were the one with the hot wet pussy just waiting... as he penetrates deeper and deeper inside you, you just can't get over the realization that you have a cock in you and it just keeps going and going until you can feel his hips against your ass and something brushing against your balls.\n\nAnd then he's fucking you, he's actually fucking you, you're being fucked by another guy as his cock pumps into you slow and smooth, and as if just to drive everything home, his balls slap gently and rhythmically against yours. You can't help but keep moaning out, the sound even getting louder as you turn your head without thinking about it, no longer muffled by the pillow. It feels... weird, you're going to go with weird, but not bad, really... really hot and really slick, you think with a shiver as he leans forward over you, hands running up your sides and back down, gripping your waist and pulling you back against him a bit more as he starts gradually picking up speed. That's really all you can think, really all you can focus on, you're being fucked, you're being fucked by a guy, you have a cock in your ass, you have a cock fucking your ass, you have-\n\nYou gasp out loudly as something hot and wet engulfs the head of your own cock and quickly swallows it down, sheathing part of it in something tight and gripping and sucking. You look down to find that Maria's slipped partly onto the bed and beneath you, and is even now eagerly suckling and gulping down your prick as Liam fucks you from behind, his thrusts lightly nudging you against her lips. Her beautiful, perfect breasts are lifted up high, that lovely body stretched out on display before you as she sucks you off, her tongue practically worshiping your pole even as another boy's balls slap against yours. The sensation, the sight, the realization, it's all too much and with an overloaded whimper you spill into Maria's mouth, your cock twitching and filling her mouth and throat with your load. But when you do your ass squeezes down hard, making Liam's cock feel all the bigger, and two things happen almost simultaneously... he thrusts forward deep and you can feel something hot spreading deep inside you, and your ass clamping down on him hits something and leaves you bucking and crying out, spurting all the more powerfully into Maria's mouth as your mind is overcome by a white haze.\n\nEverything after that is a little fuzzy, as if your overloaded brain stopped quite entirely processing all the information it was receiving. You're fairly sure that Liam fucked you two more times, with Maria using her mouth on your cock and balls all throughout, as well as licking your belly and sucking your nipples, her hands running over your body with that near-worshipful manner as she watches her pink-haired friend pump his prick into your pucker. You're also pretty sure that she kissed you at length a couple of times... and so did Liam. Again. It's all a jumbled, mixed-up haze of half-remembered pleasure that ends with you bidding them both a distant good evening after exchanging numbers. Even once you've returned to your dorm room with a seemingly unaware and cheerful Allen and collapsed into bed for sleep, the feeling of being slightly disconnected from reality won't go away.\n\nYou spend the next day gradually coming out of your haze and trying to process everything that happened the other day, and dealing with the random blushes and half-hardons it causes. There's plenty of leftover sensations all across your body that make it hard to think about anything else, but you still manage to act normal. You think. You guess. If you can act normal maybe things... are normal? Or something. You're still not quite sure what to make of any of it, other than that last night felt... really good, you think as you lay in bed that night, trying to ignore your completely stiff prick where it's pinned partially between your leg and the mattress, Allen's sleeplike breathing trying to assure you that it would be safe to give yourself quick relief, but your mind still a little too unsettled to do so.\n\nIt's around ten in the morning on... well, the day after the day after... when your phone bleeps at you twice in quick succession. You slip it out of your pocket and look, then stare. Both Liam and Maria have asked you to come over to their place and hang out. Which means, well, obviously you should go over to Maria's, right? Except you actually find yourself thinking of accepting Liam's offer instead. 'It's just because I'm embarrassed of what she saw,' you assure yourself, waffling a bit over which invitation to choose... if either.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept Liam's invitation.|GwynLiam1x3]]\n\n[[Accept Maria's invitation.|GwynMaria]]\n\n[[Neither.|GwynLiam1endAx1]]

You really need to get your head straight... yeah, going with that... before you go see Maria. You text her back politely asking to see her another day, and after a bit more hesitation you message Liam back and tell him you'll come over.\n\n'great! I'm in the arts ssc room 208 you should be able to find it pretty easy'\n\nAnd that's that. After a bit more fretting and hedging and considering messaging him back to tell him you're not coming, you give in and head out, finding a campus map in your dorm's lobby and finding the Arts SSC building on it. When you arrive it's an... interesting sight. The building looks like it's one of the older ones on campus, but definitely has an interesting style and look with portions of it that stick out here and there, a sort of square "bulge" on the upper level that you're assuming houses the social areas like the ones in the Sciences SSC, and overall it's very... seventies? You guess? Maybe? Architecture isn't exactly your forte, but you guess it counts as the arts.\n\n<img src="images/ArtsSSC.jpg">\n\nYou head inside and up to the second floor, fairly quickly finding room 208 and, after only another bit of hesitation, knocking on the door. It opens after a moment and Liam grins brightly at you... you're vaguely bothered by the fact that both of you are dressed almost identically in jeans and loose, thin, long-sleeved T-shirts and jeans, although his shirt is a pink gradient instead of blue like yours. "Hey, glad you came by! C'mon in!" he says, gesturing you inside.\n\n'Wow, it's super normal,' you think, before feeling a little bad about it. What did you expect, a case of proudly-displayed dildos? ... Actually you have to admit Liam does seem the type who'd do that. But no, it's just a fairly large and rather neat dorm room, about the same size and setup as the one last night although with a definite more aged feel to it, the colors pleasant but in a palette that makes you think of your grandparents' house. The furniture looks a fair bit newer though, with a largish bed that has a thick, comfy-looking comforter in a shiny, iridescent purple color on top of it.\n\n"Come in, have a seat, get comfortable," Liam says, gesturing around. "I actually got unexpectedly called over to the display area next door, I have to go check on some lighting for one of my pieces. It shouldn't take me too long, so just make yourself at home and I'll be back ASAP. Feel free to snoop around as much as you want," he adds cheerfully as he heads out the door. "You're not gonna find anything I'd be embarrassed by!"\n\nYou wonder if that means he's not embarrassed by absolutely anything contained within these walls, or if he just figures anything embarrassing is so well-hidden that you'd never turn it up. Either way you guess it's sort of interesting to be openly invited to poke around in someone's room. ... Snoop. Snoop around. You take a brief glance... let's see, there's the wardrobe-style [[closet|GwynLiam1x4]] built into the wall, there's the [[entertainment center|GwynLiam]] with stacks of DVD cases that are labeled with 'Project #____', there's the gathering of art supplies and [[canvases|GwynLiam2x1]] over in the corner, and a [[dresser|GwynLiam3x1]]. Those seem to be the main things you could poke through... there are some boxes, both cardboard and plastic, stacked here and there but those are either taped shut or latched, and you somehow feel like there's a limit to even invited snooping. (Although you also notice an area where [[the carpet looks a bit odd|GwynLiam4x1]], like it might have been pulled up at some point, wonder what's with that?)\n\nOr you guess you could just [[sit and wait|GwynLiam]] for Liam to come back.

You are Samantha, though "Sam" is also acceptable. You're a bit tall for your age, built slender with just-barely-a-B breasts and long, lean limbs. You have brown hair that you keep in a simple ponytail that comes to just below your shoulders, a slim face, and your most striking feature is your brilliant green eyes.\n\nYour mother and father have always been a rather distant presence in your life. It's not that they're neglectful... they're affable enough and affectionate, just very mild about both. They've told you they consider you your own person, and let you live as such. This has led to you having a fairly strong independent streak, but an easygoing personality to go along with it. You generally don't let things get to you too much, as long as you have at least some control over the situation.\n\nSummer vacation has just started, and you're lounging around your bedroom on the first Saturday of three free months, pondering your options.\n\n<b>[[Worldland|FemWorldLandStart]]</b>: An amusement park, fairly new but with a good reputation. You found an online deal for a week's hotel stay, all meals and travel included, that you should just about be able to afford. It's a safe enough environment that your parents should have no problem letting you go on your own.\n\n<b>[[Camping|CampingStart]]</b>: Your Aunt Kelly has invited you to go camping with her in a national forest about a day's drive from her home. Aunt Kelly's pretty cool and good company, could be fun.\n\n<b>[[Visit a City Friend|FemCityStart]]</b>: You have two friends that have been asking you to come visit them. It might be good to get out of the suburbs and see real big city life.\n\n<b>[[Backpacking Trip|IrelandStart]]</b>: One of the teachers at school is hosting a tour of historical sites in Ireland. Since it counts for school credit it's actually cheaper than the Worldland trip, and you'd even get school credit for basically going on vacation. (You'd probably have to fill out worksheets, though.)

Throwing your bag in the passenger seat, you settle behind the wheel as you pull the door closed, tapping the Start key and then the voice command toggle next to it. "Initiate 'Cabin Trip' autodrive, then link to glasses and call Kevin."\n\nYou settle back into the seat and pull your seatbelt on as the car backs out of the driveway, your husband's handsome face and rakish blonde hair appearing on the car's screen as the dialing tone sounds. Then there's a click, the line below his picture wavering with his voice. <i>"Hey babe, you hitting the road?"</i>\n\n"Yeah, autodrive's showing about two hours to the store and then I guess it's another forty-five of me driving myself, so I'll be there around dinner time."\n\n<i>"I will have dinner waiting, then, I picked up plenty of stuff on my own way in. Looking forward to you getting here, babe."</i>\n\n"Looking forward to seeing you," you reply warmly, before hitting the button to end the call.\n\nThe two hours are easy enough, basically just getting to sit back, listen to music, sip your drink, and occasionally use voice command to have the car pull over to a rest stop to return the drink to its kin and buy a fresh one. Once you arrive at the little general store that's luckily in the nav database, you have to pull up a GPS route to drive yourself the rest of the way to the cabin owned by your husband's family. (Both of you having made very sure his sister wouldn't be using it first, though last you heard she's pretty busy in the city running some sort of celebrity street gang. Eh, she always looked good in purple anyway.) Luckily it's not like you never drive your car yourself anymore, so there's no real major problems getting there. The cabin itself is modern, fairly roomy and comfortable without being one of those towering wood-and-glass monstrosities that look more like a vaguely log cabin-themed mansion than anything else. (You saw a few of those on the drive up, basically two minutes off the main road. Someone didn't want to be more than fifteen minutes from a Starbucks on their winter vacation.) After parking you try the front door, heading inside when you find it open. "Kevin?" you call, pausing just to appreciate the comfy interior with its large central firepit, as well as the sizeable picture windows looking out on the small yard and woods beyond, snow drifting down through the air.\n\nAt movement from the side, you turn to see your husband emerging from the bedroom... and burst into laughter. "Oh! My! God! They let you wear it off the set!"\n\nKevin smirks as he leans his forearms against the doorframe and shifts his shoulders, doing a perfect male model pose to show off his toned, powerful frame, largely hairless body covered by little more than a flap of fur coming down to just past his hips in front and in back. "They don't know. Or didn't when I wore it out under my clothes, anyway, benefit of this being practically my only bit of costuming."\n\n"Such a shame you couldn't bring the fuzzy boots, too," you reply, half giggling and half cooing in delight as he pushes off the doorframe and saunters towards you. You let your bag drop, sliding your arms around his middle as he embraces you, grinning up at him. "I still can't believe they made a premium channel original drama series out of <i>The Kinda Kinky Caveman</i>."\n\n"Heeey, that series has earned your husband <i>two</i> Emmies, if you'll recall," Kevin replies with a mock-pout that turns into a grin of his own. \n\n"Yeah but one was for 'Best Abs in an Original Series' and that was the lowest-rated Emmies yet," you tease back, even as your hands move to stroke over his bare hips.\n\n"That's still three times as many people as watched the Oscars that year, so at least three people saw my abs get official recognition," Kevin declares, before giving a soft 'mmf' as you slip your hand beneath the loincloth to wrap it around his shaft and give a gentle squeeze. "Well, that part's not award-winning, but it's nice that it's getting some appreciation too," he murmurs as he gives your ass a squeeze.\n\n"Mmm, how about I give it an award for 'Best Dick in a Digitally Published Comic Artist'?"\n\nAfter a thoroughly enjoyable vacation beginning consisting of a dicking-down and some sushi, you and Kevin sit on the couch snuggling together, drinking (Irish) hot chocolate and watching the snow come down outside.\n\n"Mm. Y'know, Kit suggested something that was a good activity for couples..."\n\n"Kevin, the guy's been married seven times."\n\n"True, but at least it's now US law that declaring 'You know nothing' followed by someone's name voids a pre-nup and any chance at alimony. But seriously, he was saying a nice thing to do is talk about important events that we might otherwise avoid for worry of bothering each other, but just resolve to be open and accepting of them, since they're what shaped us into the people that fell in love."\n\n"Huh. That <i>does</i> sound nice," you admit, silently adding that your resentment of your husband's coworker for getting cast as Kevin Keane in the live-action Captain N movie may have colored your initial reaction to the idea. You snuggle in a bit against Kevin's side. "So what sort of important events?"\n\n"Just stuff that we've never brought up, like say... our first times," Kevin answers with a shrug.\n\n"... Um." You nibble your lower lip a bit.\n\n"C'mon, you don't have to be embarrassed, honey. I mean, I'll even go first, my first time was with Jamie."\n\n"Who's she, I don't recognize that na-" You blink, then stare up at him, unable to help grinning. "Wait, <i>Jamie</i>? As in your very male friend Jamie?"\n\n"Mhmmm," Kevin replies, nodding once and obviously trying to look casual, though his cheeks are red. "We were watching this porn DVD in my room one night while he was sleeping over, this super hot blowjob scene came on, and I dunno where it came from, but it popped into my head to suggest we should do that for each other."\n\n"And it didn't stop there?" you prompt.\n\n"It did not. We wound up taking turns fucking each other for most of the night after that. We never really repeated it or brought it up after that, so it's always been just one of those things that I did as a kid and have never really brought up, but, y'know... there it is." He shrugs with one shoulder, chuckling a little nervously. "Your husband's first time was with another guy."\n\n"Kinda hot, to be honest," you murmur, eyes sparkling as you grin at him.\n\n"My cute nerdy fujo," Kevin replies, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "So how about you?"\n\n"Ah... me?" you hedge, glancing aside and sipping your chocolate.\n\n"Yeah. No judgment, honey, just tell me, whatever it is, it's part of who I fell in love with, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Lie.|GGDog]]

"... Okay, so, first of all, you have to promise me you'll never, ever tell anyone else about this, ever," you insist, looking over at Leslie seriously.\n\n"Yeah, sure, of course," she answers, frowning a bit more. "I promise. What happened?"\n\n"Okay, so... I was at home, and I heard my mom come back from work early. Then there was this call on the landline, which I thought was weird, and not too long after my mom comes in and does the 'shoo' routine on me, y'know? Actually gives me money for a movie," you explain, even making a shooing motion with your hands for emphasis before flopping them back into your lap. "So I was kind of suspicious, or... maybe just nosy, I dunno. So I snuck out and then climbed that tree near my house so I could watch the house for awhile. And then this... really hot woman I'd never seen before comes along and knocks on the <i>back</i> door, and when it opens my mom... kisses her."\n\n"... Peck on the cheek?" Leslie asks, eyes already a bit wide.\n\n"Yeah, no," you snort, shaking your head. "Still I wanted to be sure, so I snuck back inside and I... saw them. On the bed. My mom was... well, it was definitely not ambiguous," you say with a long huff of breath.\n\n"Wow. You saw your mom... with another woman," Leslie saws in an almost awestruck tone. "That's... whoa. No wonder you needed someone to talk to. I mean, how did it make you feel?"\n\n"I dunno, I..." you trail off, shrugging.\n\n"I mean it had to have made you feel something," Leslie presses gently, leaning in towards you some. "We've kinda gotta figure out where to start if you really wanna talk about it. So c'mon, just be totally, absolutely honest, I promise not to judge you no matter what you say, we've known each other too long for that bullshit. Just tell me, first thing that pops into your head, how'd it make you feel?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Like you'd been betrayed.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Like you want to run away.|GGParent]]\n\n[[... Kind of turned on.|GGParent11x5]]

Doesn't a birthday trip sound cool? Okay so it's not really a birthday trip but it's close enough for you. You do have to put up with your mother making some sad faces for you, but ultimately she's pleased enough that you'll be spending time with your father so it's not too bad. You pack your things and soon you and your dad are jetting off to a fairly nice hotel in the north.\n\nThe room isn't some palatial thing, but for you who hasn't seen a ton of them it's still pretty upscale and ritzy. Your father sets his own bag down and checks his watch. "Alright, Jamie, I need to go attend a brief meeting to check in with the local office. I should be back right in time for dinner, but I'll text you to let you know if I run any later than that. I'd say it's best if you stay in the room... just play games or watch a movie or something, the company doesn't mind if there's a few pay-per-view charges as long as you don't go nuts. I'll be back soon, buddy."\n\nOnce he's gone, you flop to sit on one of the beds and consider the room. Hm, alright, so you've got a few hours to kill, how to do it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch pay-per-view.|QODad]]\n\n[[Go exploring.|QODad]]\n\n[[Play games.|QODad1x1]]

For the rest of the tournament, servants and fighters alike continue to use "that pussy in the wall" that the rumors talk about. Of course the servants surmise that you're some unlucky fighter who earned herself a humiliating punishment, and more than a few of them take special delight in spanking you and cumming all over your ass, knowing that even that will get you off, laughing at your humiliation. Most of the fighters just assume you're some sort of high-tech sex toy, one of the amenities provided by an apparently perverted host, but that doesn't stop them from making use of both of your holes with great regularity all the same. Even a few female fighters come by just to see what all the fuss is about, testing the supposed realism of the rumored toy. They squeeze your buttcheeks, push their fingers into your pussy or ass, and one even spends awhile tonguing and slurping at your cunt, nibbling on your erect clit. Those are always the worst, because they just work you to greater and greater heights of pleasure without granting you the release that a man's load would provide. After they depart you're always left in the unfeeling dark, longing for someone to use you as a cumdump.\n\nOn the last day of the tournament, the servants pull you back out of the wall as easily as they slid you in. You stagger as you're set on your feet, in a daze as they drape a robe around you and lead you back to your room. They usher you inside and thank you for participating, and then you're left alone, trying to remember what it's like to be more than a convenient pair of holes. You wind up staring at the pallet of silver bars in the middle of your room, a form resting atop them requesting an address to deliver them to.\n\nYou spend the rest of the day readjusting, and halfway trying to convince yourself that the last week and change of days didn't happen. In truth you wind up laying in bed most of the day, moaning and mewling, two fingers each shoved in your sopping cunt and ass. You bring yourself to orgasm several times just to prove you can do it, but they're paltry, empty-seeming things.\n\nWhen you return home and sell the silver, it's more than enough money to make you moderately wealthy for the rest of your life, as long as you don't get extravagant. Which is good, because you find yourself unable to focus on fighting again... all you can think of is the intensity of the orgasms you had when you were treated as an object, nothing more than a pair of holes to be used and forgotten about.\n\nYou become good at finding men who will do just that... either bringing you home to gag you, bind you, and pound away at you while calling you worthless trash, a piece of fuckmeat to be used for their pleasure, a life support system for your tits and the holes between your legs; or anonymous trysts in alleyways, men you try not to look at too much, who huff and grunt and never say a word, spilling their seed into your asshole before walking away silently. You're not sure which you enjoy more.\n\nStill, you've been a little bit broken by your punishment, and there are many nights where you dream of being literally nothing but a cunt-hole and an asshole being plugged by huge cocks and filled with gallons of cum. You often wake to find yourself pressing against your headboard as if trying to climb into it, three or more fingers in each hole.\n\nOh well. You've been turned into a slut who gets off on being treated like a nonhuman sex toy, but you're rich, young, and getting laid very regularly. Could be worse.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>Object lesson</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Next time I'll remember: "Never give a man a shot in the pills, love!"|HellKore1x3]]\n\n[[Hm, maybe coming to Hell Kore in the first place was a bad idea.|CallistaStart]]\n\n[[Let's rethink this whole existence.|CharGenMain]]

Slipping your hand back to your knee, you squirm in place some. "Interesting... I guess," you murmur. You kind of have to admit that you're curious just what he means.\n\n"Ooooo, feeling adventurous? Good, good," Liam chirps as he dips his hand into the back again, this time coming up with a bright red dildo... one with a point at the end, a tapering shaft, and a bulge at the base.\n\n"Er, wait, is that a... that looks kind of like a..." This time your blush returns full-face as you stare at the decidedly not-human shape of it as Liam snickers. "I mean, I thought you meant like, one with a bunch of bumps or rings or something..."\n\n"Relaaaaax," Liam says, still snickering a bit as he flops the rubber dog dick against your own cock and balls and rubs back and forth a bit, making you squirm even more at the stimulation. Liam grins a bit smugly and gestures with one hand as he says, "Dog cock dildos are <i>super</i> mainstream now! You can even buy them on Amazon. So it's not like you'll be some sort of freak, you'll be joining probably millions of other people that have slipped one of these bad boys into them. It's just an exotic shape, ri~ght?"\n\n... Well if they sell them on Amazon. You give a small nod, and Liam spends a few moments applying a coat of lube to it... and slipping his fingers inside you to apply a fresh coat of it to your ass, making you bite your lower lip again as they wiggle and stroke in ways that don't seem entirely about just making sure you're thoroughly slick inside. But then that pointed tip is being pressed against your wet hole, and you give a low 'mmmf!' as it starts pushing in, gradually spreading you more and more.\n\n"Now, this is thicker in the shaft than I am... I mean, the dildo is," Liam says teasingly as he begins gently working the dog dildo back and forth, pressing it just a bit deeper into you every time, very gradually spreading you open around that noted extra thickness. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you can take everything juuuust fine! Keep your hands off your cock, though, if I'm right I don't think you'll need it."\n\n'Everything?' you think a little distantly, but it's hard to focus... the penetration really does feel on a whole other level than the standard dildo, and your brain is fogged by processing the sensations of it spreading you, getting deeper in, the different shape of it rubbing against you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, focusing on the feelings, even able to feel your cock twitch when it presses inside you. You can feel something nudge against your asshole, a wider bulge, but you barely consider it as Liam actually starts using long, quick strokes in and out, making you gasp and moan. You're laying on a bed getting your ass fucked with a dildo by another guy... but hey it's just "anal stimulation", right? Plus at the moment you're not sure you care. It just feels so good, that cock pumping away into your ass, feeling better and better, and-\n\nAnd then that bulge is being pressed against you, firmly, constant pressure, your ass slowly spreading around it wider and wider. You start to raise your head to look down when it apparently passes the point of no return, and the dildo's knot pops inside you, settling into your ass with the base of the dildo resting against your hole. You immediately arch your back, crying out as your ass clenches around the whole thing. It's actually a little hard to tell whether you're cumming from your ass or your cock, maybe both, especially since your cock's twitching and spurting long ropes of cum all over your shirt, a few splatters of it even hitting your face, some of it smearing over your lips. Your whole body shakes with the intensity of the orgasm, leaving you whimpering softly as a hand gently strokes over your thigh.\n\n"Eeeasy... easy, there there," Liam coos in an almost comforting tone as you gradually come back to yourself, panting and gasping.\n\n"U-um... that... that was..." you murmur, shifting your hips.\n\n"I think I get the idea." Liam giggles, then mms. "I do think you've probably had enough for today. Leeeet's get this out of you."\n\nYou almost want to protest, but you do feel rather tired all things considered. You 'mmf' a few times as Liam slowly pulls the dog dildo out of you, your hole once more stretching around that knot before it slips out, leaving you feeling even emptier than earlier when the normal dildo slid out. After a moment you sit up, Liam beaming at you as you shift around and look down at yourself, licking at your lip without thinking about it. "... dang..."\n\n"Heheh, told you. No worries, cleaning cum off of clothes quick is also a thing I do. There's a robe in my closet you can borrow to go take a shower down the hall, I'll get your shirt taken care of while you do."\n\nIt's all rather embarrassing, but you still nod gratefully and pull off the shirt to pass it to him, before going back to the closet wardrobe that started all this. ... You're going to assume Liam meant you should use the full-length fluffy navy blue robe instead of the pink silk shorty kimono. (Though you have the feeling he wouldn't exactly mind, either.) You bundle yourself into the robe, take the towel Liam proffers, and head down the hall, feeling a bit comforted by how all-consuming the robe is... and yet very aware that beneath that one layer of cloth you're walking through a strange dorm not only completely naked, but with your ass smeared with lube.\n\nWhen you return from your shower Liam has laid your clothes out, and your shirt looks both clean and dry. Wow, you guess he is a bit of a wizard with cleaning up sex messes. Trying not to be embarrassed any further, you get dressed. "So, um, thanks for... thanks for helping me clear up some stuff," you tell him, rubbing the back of your head. Admittedly you might have more questions than you started with, but at least now 'it's the butt stuff that feels good not necessarily the gay stuff' is something to latch onto. "And, y'know. ... Other stuff," you add with a fresh blush, unable to bring yourself to say 'thanks for the orgasms'.\n\n"My pleasure!" Liam replies with a wink. "Well, your pleasure too. Speaking of which, it is always nice to see someone with an appreciation for my work. Why don't you come over again the day after tomorrow? Still no classes then, so if you came over early we could wring way more than one big one out of you! Whattayasay, hm?"\n\nYou're immediately tempted, despite all your misgivings. The feeling of that knot slipping into you, instantly making you cum harder than you ever have, it was almost... well, addicting. Maybe that's as good a reason as any to turn him down, though...\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the invitation.|GwynLiam1x9]]\n\n[[Decline it.|GwynLiam]]

"Y-yeah, I mean... I guess that could be like... ah..."\n\n"Let me guess, as long as it's helping me test my stuff?" Liam chuckles and winks at you. "Nah, it's fine, it's fine, whatever works for you, bud. I'll see you about ten that day, okay?"\n\nOver the rest of the afternoon and the next day, you actually find you're a bit too excited to fret. That thing just... it felt so good, remembering the sheer intensity of the orgasm makes you hard every time and keeps your anxiety over anything else it might mean at bay. Of course since you share a dorm room it's hard to find any time to relieve that pressure, and even when you do it's just nowhere near as good. Between the worry of being walked in on, having to do it yourself, and not really having a proper position to finger your ass (because hey it's anal stimulation it's all good right? ... you just need to figure out a better way to do it), you're left more longing for Liam's... assistance... than ever.\n\nSo you're probably a little early when you knock on Liam's door, and you worry that he might be annoyed when it looks like he might have still been in bed, even... at least, you would imagine he wears the pink silk slip to sleep in. But he seems as bright and cheery as useful, inviting you in. "Have breakfast and everything?" he asks. "Get plenty of liquids?" he adds teasingly.\n\n"Um. Yeah," you murmur, already blushing and resisting the urge to just tear off your clothes. When Liam tells you to do just that (or rather, "get undressed"), you do your best to seem unhurried as you wiggle out of your pants and underwear... and this time discard your shirt along with your modesty.\n\n"Someone's been looking forward to this, hm?" Liam teases again, eyes twinkling as he blatantly eyes your stiff prick, making you squirm. "Hm, this time why don't you get on all fours? After all, I'm guessing you want more 'puppy power', huh?" he continues, glancing at where the dog dildo he used on you last time is now on prominent display on a bedside table. "May as well be in the right position for it!"\n\nGod, he's awful with his teasing... and yet you can't help but get a thrill out of the idea of being in the 'right position' to take that knot again, so you just nod sheepishly and climb up onto the bed, settling near the head of it on all fours. Liam clambers up behind you, taking a moment to pull off the slip, and leaving himself in just a matching pair of panties similar to the ones he wore the other day. You swallow as he goes for the lube, and soon your breathing is quickening at the feel of his fingers pumping and stroking and wiggling inside you, once again readying your hole for that bestial sex toy to slip inside. And then there it goes, making you practically quiver with eagerness as that pointed tip is pressed to your lube-slick hole and pressed inside. Liam's definitely less gradual about it today, apparently feeling you've been 'broken in' some, sinking more of the toy into you with each push, until the knot nudges up against your pucker. \n\nThis time, in this position, you find you can't quite help but rock back against the toy when Liam starts pumping it into you in those strokes. The part of you that's embarrassed by your basically fucking your own ass onto a rubber dog dick held by another boy gradually shuts down as your mind fogs over again with the pleasure of it, feeling it stroking inside you, gradually growing warmer, almost feeling like it's getting slicker. Your sounds are getting more embarrassing too, little moans and gasps that sound positively, well, girly, but the better your ass feels the less you care. Your steel-hard prick bounces underneath you, slinging thin lines of clear pre... right up until Liam gives a firm shove and pushes the knot inside you, much more abruptly this time. But that just seems to make your orgasm all the more intense, and you cry out shamelessly as your ass clenches and shudders around the large bulb and spearlike shaft, your cock spilling your load all over the surface of the shiny blue comforter.\n\nYou hang your head, shivering and panting as you try to catch your breath, Liam's hands feeling cool as he strokes your thighs and ass and coos at you comfortingly, the calming motions feeling better than any worries over being touched so sensually by another boy. (Honestly at this point at least some of the worries there have been blunted, albeit not removed.) Once you have calmed down, Liam grins at you as you look over your shoulder at him. "Good start to the day, huh? Ready to continue in a minute?"\n\n"Y-..." You swallow to collect yourself a bit more. "Yeah."\n\n"'Kay~! Shall we switch it up a bit more?" At your blink, he explains, "I've got other 'non-human' ones that I think you might find fun! Bigger ones... or more fantastical ones," he says, eyes glittering even more than before.\n\n<hr>\n[[Bigger.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[More fantastical.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[You... <i>really</i> like the canine one.|GwynLiam1x10]]

An unknown amount of time later, the worm-Fiend pushes its maw into one of the many tunnels below the surface of Orison. It writhes alone in the darkness, its length bulging, until in a gush of slime it disgorges the spawn it's been carrying.\n\nThe thing that spills onto the stone floor and then gradually staggers to its numerous mismatched feet is no doubt one of the worst abominations ever produced in these tunnels. Not content to be gray-black like every other Fiend, its surface is a patchwork of pale and purple-black skin, shining rainbow near-gemstone, and patches of lightly-furred brown hide. Centauroid, its broad shoulders bear three differently-sized heads with an unevenly distributed six eyes between them, one bearing a horn jutting from its forehead, another, broken horn jutting from the back of a different one; a fourth head juts from its hindquarters in the place a natural beast might have a tail, a single blue eye constantly fixed on its own rear, as if to be ever watchful of any disgusting mockery of the reproductive process this abomination might engage in.\n\nNone of the heads bears a mouth or nose... instead its four noses are randomly affixed to some of the palms of the eight arms seemingly randomly sprouting from its torso and lower body. Two mouths are almost invisible where they're affixed on the lower side of its barrel, conveniently located to constantly lick and suck at the top of its large, eternally hard prick, causing constant low, lewd noises and moaning to echo from beneath the beast. Two more mouths cap the largest of its eight breasts in place of nipples, constantly opening and closing in supplication to be filled, their interiors long tunnels lacking tongues. Instead two tongues reside in the interior of the largest of its three pussies, where they're arrayed below its thick, constantly flexing and tightening anus, a multi-layered thing with four different tight rings inside, arranged in semi-random order of size and tightness. \n\nThe thing gradually begins to move, its unevenly-sized legs making it use a sort of scuttling motion that sends constant bounces and jiggles through its multiple breasts, and causing an eerie undulation of the moaning from its tit-mouths, and a soft slapping, wet shift to the moaning from below as its cock bounces upward against the mouths on its underbelly. The blue eye of its rear head gazes unblinkingly at the beast's own winking multi-pucker, its dripping cunts, and its hefty, swaying sack, perhaps in some otherworldly display of narcissism. There it will spend centuries, perhaps longer, meandering aimlessly through the tunnels, occasionally indulging in pseudosexual couplings with other Fiends, and, should its mindless wanderings one day take it to the surface, more than any thing before it, it will make the soldiers of the world above who see it question the existence of anything vaguely like a kind and loving deity.\n\n<b>Dark Sector 36</b> End - <i>At least we're together</i>

Hm, talking to her mother is probably wise. You don't want to hit some sort of land mine like her actually secretly having a boyfriend or something already, that would be embarrassing. You call Carrie up to ask if it's okay if you come over in a bit, then shower before changing into mom jeans and a thin, long-sleeved shirt, making your way down to her place.\n\nCarrie is about as Nordic as it gets, with blonde hair so pale it's almost white and icy blue eyes that only enhance the look. She's dressed a bit like you, with a white shirt instead of blue, both of you tending towards the cold-blooded and thus unbothered by long sleeves even in summer (provided it's not a full-on sweater). The two of you chat and catch up pleasantly, until she asks, with just the faintest hint of some accent you've never been able to place, "So, was there something in particular you wanted to talk about, Marei?"\n\n"To be honest, I'm a little concerned about how much time Ken has been spending alone in his room," you answer after a moment. Which is true enough, leaving out that you're also worried about him spending that time jerking off instead of other ways to be an active young man. "I thought we might consider, you know... start trying to nudge them together. Perhaps see if any magic happens."\n\nYou see Carrie wince, and start to get your dander up, only for her to quickly wave a slender-fingered hand. "No, no, please don't think it's anything about Ken, that's not why I... here, one moment," she mutters, standing up, leaving you watching her in confusion as she walks out of the room. She returns a moment later, pausing to hold up an unlabeled DVD, before bending over to slide it into the player. Moving to settle herself back down on the couch with you, she picks up the remote and hits the power button.\n\nThe DVD begins playing automatically, and your eyes widen at the sight of a pair of tanned, toned twenty-something women sitting on a white leather couch... both of them naked, leaning in close as they twirl their tongues around each others'. The one on your left has her hand tucked between the other one's legs, and is stroking and rubbing to obvious affect, as the other one is moaning and gasping into their lurid kiss while the one doing the rubbing makes pleased sounds.\n\n"I found this in May's room," Carrie explains rather grimly, though her pale face has lit up with a blush that shows even in her ears. "So. You can see why I might be a little worried that she wouldn't be very interested in dating Ken."\n\n"I see," you murmur, blushing brightly as well as the dyed-blonde women fondle each other's rather obviously fake breasts. "I suppose that... is an issue."\n\n"I don't really know how to deal with this," Carrie says with a shake of her head. "What do you think, Marei?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have a talk with May.|Marei]]\n\n[[Check May's room further.|Marei]]\n\n[[Watch some more of the DVD.|Marei6x2]]\n\n[[Suggest a technological alternative.|Marei]]

"Perhaps... we should watch a little more of this," you suggest, finding your teeth wanting to lightly worry your lower lip. "After all, it's fairly typical for a teenager to have an interest in pornography. Maybe the men simply come in a bit later, and this is just the one she was able to get ahold of?"\n\nCarrie opens her mouth as if to disagree, when there's a particularly loud moan from the television. Her face flushes again... but she also squirms slightly and turns her gaze back to the screen. "Ah, well... you might be right. If that's the case, I might just need to scold her about having the disk, rather than... fretting about anything else."\n\nThe two of you settle back on the couch, watching as the two tanned women continue to fondle each other, hands wandering over each other's bodies, heads dipping down to lick exaggeratedly at one another's nipples. Despite never having particularly thought about being with another woman, watching the reality play out in front of you is... stimulating. Your lips part a little as your breath heats up, your nipples stiffening visibly beneath your shirt. Covert glances towards Carrie show that she, too, has visible stiff points under the white fabric of her shirt, her hips gently writhing a bit as she squirms against the couch cushion as one of the tanned women slides two fingers into her costar while working her tongue over the stiff nub of the woman's clit.\n\nThe scene finishes up, with not a sign of a single male. You take a deep breath, hearing Carrie do the same next to you, and turn to look at her. You can see in her heated eyes that neither of you really wants to stop watching, so you kindly offer up the excuse. "Maybe the next scene will be a man and a woman?"\n\n"Y-yes, maybe," Carrie agrees with a quick nod.\n\nInstead the scene shifts to a bedroom, and two women who look like they've just finished a conversation (this must be one of those compilation disks with all of the non-sex parts cut out... so you assume). In fact, it features a particularly large-breasted woman with long, dark hair, and a still well-endowed but less so woman with short, blonde hair. You can't help but exchange a glance with Carrie out of the corner of your eye as the two come together in an embrace and start kissing, lips parted just enough to leave their tongues visibly twining together as they begin tugging at one another's clothing.\n\nBy the time the two women are laying together on the bed, the dark-haired one's tits pressing down low against the blonde's belly as she sucks and licks at the other woman's nipples, you finally admit to yourself that you don't care about vetting the porn... you're just enjoying watching it. You gasp softly to yourself, hearing the sound echoed from beside you as a strap-on is brought out, the blonde helping fasten it onto the brunette before turning and shifting up onto all fours. Watching both of them's tits bounce and wobble as the larger-breasted woman starts fucking her costar from behind, you can feel that your completely soaked panties are probably going to start leaking through into your jeans at any moment.\n\nYou... should do something about that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Excuse yourself.|Marei]]\n\n[[Take off your pants.|Marei]]\n\n[[Take off Carrie's pants.|Marei]]

"Knock me up, please, I want your babies, fuck!" you squeal, your gushing pussy trembling around the fat black shaft stretching it wide. \n\nThe one above you abruptly pulls out, your asshole gaping and 'winking' a few times before you're lifted and toppled onto your back on the floor. The man pounding your pussy starts fucking you with a renewed fervor, while the one who's been fucking your ass presents his prick to your mouth. Without hesitation, you lean forward and wrap your lips around it, moaning like a whore as you suck and lick at it worshipfully. Looking up at them puts them directly backlit by the light from above, leaving them little more than broad, muscular outlines, leading down to the fat black pricks in your pussy and ass. Your eyes roll up almost completely in your head as the man fucking your pussy grunts loudly and shoves forward, burying himself balls-deep in you as he starts pumping in a thick, hot load, your entire body shaking and legs twitching as you're filled with virile seed. The moment he's finished he yanks himself out, your gaping, jizz-painted pussy only empty for as long as it takes the one from your mouth to move down and fill it, while the one that just fucks you moves up to have you clean his cum and your own off of his still hard and throbbing black prick.\n\nAfter that they must form a line, because it turns into a steady stream of fit, toned black men moving in to fuck your pussy and dump their loads in you, then moving to have you use your mouth to polish their knobs while the next takes his turn. With the backlighting making it impossible to actually see their features, it could be five men fucking you twenty times each, or a hundred men each fucking you once, you have no clue. Though much of their cum spills out when they pull out, creating a steadily growing puddle on the floor under your ass, much of their huge loads stays inside, your belly gradually bloating and swelling with it, starting to shake at least as much as your perky tits as they pump into you. The outlines of their massive cocks soon can't be seen anymore bulging up your already fat and sloshing cumbelly as you're filled again and again and again.\n\nFinally you're left to slump on the floor, laying splayed out, arms and legs limp and body twitching, your tunnel-like cunt a solid mass of cum steadily oozing out onto the floor, your cumballoon belly wobbling a little with every shuddering breath. The men form a tight ring around you, stroking and fondling their own cocks, a litany of groaning about what a fine little piece of white ass you are, how many babies you'll have, and how addicted you must be to big black dick now falling down on you along with a fresh rain of cum that gradually and completely coats your body, until you're more just a girl-shaped pile of jizz on the floor.\n\nOh yeah... you can never go back.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGPorn2axEnd]]

You kinda would like to get back to being a guy, even if you're likely to get changed again at the next splash of cold water. You touch the image of the black-haired boy, then yelp a bit as you're yanked through the image as if it were a window and someone had grabbed you from the other side.\n\nYou stumble forward as you find yourself on your feet again, and hear a snap of "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, IDIOT!" Your head jerks up to stare at a furious-looking girl with short black hair, wearing a frilly blue sleeveless shirt and snug white shorts. She's got her hands on her hips and is leaning forward to glower at you, lips twisted into a scowl-pout and sizeable breasts hanging down a bit. Oh, it's Akane. "Why can't you even pay attention when you're walking out of your room, you jerk?!"\n\n"Um." You glance down at yourself, finding you're in a lean, toned male body wearing baggy black pants and a sleeveless red silk shirt. Huh, so this is what it's like to be Ranma, huh? Actually you can feel a lot of foreign memories, thoughts, and feelings settling in, broadening out the little bits of the series you've seen from the first person. It's almost like you're largely becoming the character... you can remember a ton of stuff he's done in complete detail, as if you'd really lived it. You still seem to have some amount of influence, but there's a lot of-\n\n"-other thing, you're still leaving clothes on the floor, and HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU!"\n\nYour head jerks up, finding Akane fuming at having noticed you tuning out her lecture.\n\n"Don't you even have the decency to listen when someone's got something to say?! Jerk! Idiot! Moron!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Go suck a lemon, uncute tomboy."|MRanX]]\n\n[["Sorry, Akane."|MRanX]]\n\n[["Let's do something more fun than arguing..."|MRanX]]\n\n[["You'd sound a lot better with a cock in your throat."|MRanX1x1]]

Meh. Stupid thing, getting your hopes up and then not being what you were looking for! You drop the stone leaf in disgust, allowing it to disappear back into the greenery, and go storming off. You've still got a hairpin to find and your manhood to reclaim!\n\nIt takes another hour or so of wandering mostly aimlessly around the forest before you finally spot the hidden temple. And well-hidden it was, since you're pretty sure you've passed by the place where you find it at least twice and never spotted a thing. But there, between two trees, is the start of a tall set of stone steps, lit up by sunlight peeking through the trees. That's a good hiding job. Shrugging, you set off up the steps, boobs jiggling a bit every time... darn things.\n\nFinally you reach the top, finding a rather small stone slab, at least as it goes for an entire shrine, about twenty feet on a side. Near the back of it is a statue of your own height, and yes indeed it is of a Tanuki! You found it! Of course, this thing's more lewd than the usual. Sure it's got the big potbellied raccoon man and his massive nutsack, but this particular one also has a jutting stone cock that's almost as tall as he is. Shaking your head, you walk over and look it up and down for the hairpin. No, nothing... though there's a nock in the side of his grey stone straw hat, looks like someone chipped him at some point.\n\nMaybe it was because they got frustrated looking for the damn hairpin! You zip around the small temple in an ever more annoyed state, looking for loose stones, secret hiding spots, anything, but finding nothing. Damn, did someone beat you to it? You let out a groan of dismay just before a breeze rustles the much closer treetops and lets some sun in, a few rays falling on the statue's mighty stone member. You glance over, then stare as a single character appears: 'Ride'.\n\nThe particular character leaves little doubt as to the meaning. Apparently if you want the magical hairpin, you're going to have to actually get <i>that</i> thing inside you. The first thing to come to mind is to blurt, "There's no way that'd fit!" Which... is a little disturbing, you'd have figured your first reaction would have been about being a guy. You're gonna blame it on the sheer size of that thing. Which... now has more glowing letters on it reading 'Yes it will, promise'. Great. The statue is lewd, magic, and magically lewd.\n\nYou stare at the thing and its glowing, beckoning text. It's almost as long as your arm and probably thicker! But... well, if the magic says it will fit. But you're really a guy! And... could be again if you get that hairpin and trade it to Happosai. Besides, you do really hate to back down from a challenge, and boy howdy if that doesn't look like a challenge. Still... yikes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck it. ... Literally.|FFRanX11x2]]\n\n[[Nope, leaving.|FFRanXplaceholder]]\n\n[[Kick that perverted statue to Guam.|FFRanXplaceholder]]

Why not relax and take in a flick? It looks like it's actually free to go in and watch, so you don't have to worry about that. You're probably too broke to afford movie theater popcorn, though, but then who isn't?\n\nYou head for the theater, passing in and immediately feeling a wash of air conditioning over you. The lobby is mostly dominated by the concession area, though only a portion of it is an actual concession stand, a lot of it is vending machines. (You guess WorldLand does already employ a small army's worth of people, from the looks of it, they're probably trying to automate where they can.) It looks like the ticket process is automated too, consisting of a large bank of touchscreen monitors with ticket dispensing slots beneath them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Eh, grab some concessions anyway.|MTConStart]]\n\n[[Just go grab a ticket.|MTMovStart]]

If you're going to go running off to a city, picking the one where you're less likely to get mugged, stabbed, or various other things seems like a good idea. You pay for the bus ticket and climb aboard, settling in for a long trip.\n\nEventually you see the gleaming silver and gold rise of buildings outside the bus window. Wow, it really does look extremely futuristic... like the designers were just able to do whatever they wanted without regard for actual architectural principles and structural integrity! \n\nOf course, you're a bit lost for awhile once you arrive. After all you're here, but... what do you actually do? So you spend the first day just sort of wandering around, waiting for something to fall into your lap... though one of the reasons you ran away was that you were tired of having your life controlled, you ironically find yourself wishing someone would tell you what to do.\n\nEventually you do manage to figure things out for yourself, and find a place to stay... well, sort of. Palladium City is super clean and super modern, but also for some reason seems to have a real glut of abandoned factories and warehouses, as well as a sizeable homeless population. A particular multi-story warehouse is where most of the younger population of homeless people hang out, so you eventually claim a bit of that for yourself, following the example of others and setting up a little semi-private area with bits and pieces of stuff that you can find to make 'walls' around where you sleep and wile away the time when not out wandering the streets looking for an opportunity to eat or make a little money.\n\nAbout a month into your stay, there's a little bit of a tap on one of the discarded towels you found and hung up as a sort of 'door', before a shaggy red head pokes its way in. Kelly gives you a bit of a smile as she steps inside, adjusting her rather worn hoodie a bit in her usual nervous fidgeting. One of the older kids here, she tries to provide help and guidance without being overbearing, which you appreciate. (She's also kind of cute, which you also appreciate even if you're too shy to do anything about it.) "Hey, Eric, how's it going?"\n\n"Okay, I guess. What's up?"\n\n"There's gonna be a big under-bridge party tonight, it sounds like. Practically every teenager in the county that's willing to go out on their own at night will be there, which means a lot of them will be bringing food and drinks. Stuff like this is a good chance to get fed, maybe snag some stuff for the future... and, y'know, just get out and have some fun," she adds, grinning again. "That's important too, right?"\n\n"I guess," you acknowledge, nodding a bit. The thought of a (fresh, untouched) hot dog for the first time in quite awhile does sound appealing, but then you're also not entirely sure you want to be around a huge crowd of strangers when you're still one of the 'new kids'.\n\n"So, you think you'll go?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Palladium1x1]]\n\n[[No.|Palladium5x1]]

"If an archaeological crew has gone missing, that sounds like a real priority," you assert after a few moments of thought. "Every moment could matter, depending on what happened."\n\n"I agree. Familiarize yourself with their mission, you'll brief and assign the away teams."\n\nYou get up and head back to the bridge, ordering Dateher to change course and continue manning the conn, before heading to your own office (a nice little place on the next deck down). You pause in front of the bathroom mirror briefly, checking out your rear, which you think has gotten a little rounder and fuller since you got here. Hm... access to replicators might be a little dangerous.\n\nInstructing the computer to leave the cream and sugar out of the coffee you replicate, you settle down and call up the archaeological team's mission profile. Apparently a planetary system was discovered with a planet that had ruins from some sort of "precursor race"... an extremely ancient but highly advanced species that died off long before your own ancestors ever figured out that whole "smelting ore" thing. Some of the early conclusions indicated that despite their technological advancements, their morals weren't quite what most races would consider evolved... they seem to have been slavers on a massive and advanced scale. There was also an ancient (and massive) ship in orbit... the team wasn't entirely sure if it was from the same race or another, almost equally ancient precursor race that also came to investigate the ruins on the planet below.\n\nThe archeological team had established a base camp some distance from the largest set of planetary ruins, and had begun sending epxloratory teams into both the ruins and the ship a few days before all communications ceased. So it looks like there are several places that need to be investigated. You should investigate one, Dateher another, Mr. Wolf the third, and Mr. Wolf's second in command the fourth. Which team are you going to lead...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The archeologists' ship.|TrekF2x9]]\n\n[[The campsite.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The ruins.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The ship.|TrekF7x1]]

Deciding that the archeologists, or at least the best clues about their fate, are likely to be found aboard their own ship, you decide to lead the team there. Contacting Mr. Wolf and informing him of the mission, you ask him for suggestions for two security members to accompany you, then contact Dr. Fukher (lord) to ask that she accompany your team as well.\n\nSoon the <i>Venture</i> arrives in the system and establishes orbit. Hails to the ship and campsite go unanswered, much as expected, so you head to the transporter room, meeting up with Dr. Fukher and the two (incredibly attractive) security officers Mr. Wolf suggested, one a human male, the other a female from some purple-skinned, ridged-nosed species. Not that Dr. Fukher's hard to look at either... red hair, nice chest, MILFy look and manner overall. If you were in your old body you'd probably develop hypochondria as an excuse to be examined by her more often... as it is she makes you more anxious than anything.\n\nThe four of you step up onto the transporter pad and you turn to face towards the operator. "Energize." Then tingling runs all over your body, making your nipples stiffen and a heat grow low down in your belly. Wonder if the normal transporter feels like this or just the porn version? Either way, the transporter room brightens until everything's just white light, then fades into a very similar-looking transporter room. Doing your best to dismiss the mild arousal caused by the warm, tingly stimulation of the beam, you step off and move around to the unmanned transporter console to check it.\n\n"No lifesigns on board," you announce, confirming the initial scan the <i>Venture</i> did when arriving in orbit. "No current computer activity, no record of anyone other than the exploratory teams beaming off... at least via this ship's own transporters."\n\n"Orders, sir?" one of the security lieutenants asks.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's split up and search the ship.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[All head to the bridge.|TrekF2x10]]

You decide to leave your massive... subordinate?... be to enjoy his privacy. Besides, even if you were ready for that sort of thing in this body (which is <i>shouting</i> that it's ready and wants to begin immediately), the sheer size of that bulge was extremely intimidating. You're kind of glad you're a girl right now anyway, actually being a guy and seeing... that... would probably have been damaging to one's ego. Taking a deep breath, you turn and head along until you arrive at your quarters.\n\nYou step inside, noticing that there aren't really a lot of personal touches... either this 'Commander Hawt' wasn't big on that, or whoever created her didn't think it was really worth personalizing the standard crew quarters set. Feeling bone-weary suddenly and hoping for a shower, you head through the only visible door, calling "Lights!" after groping briefly for a switch. The overhead panels immediately switch on, and your eyes widen, a squeak noise sounding in your throat at the sight of what's in your bed.\n\nThe chrome-skinned woman from the bridge is stretched out in your bed, doing a sultry pose straight out of a classy nudie magazine, glowing green eyes fixed upon you, her literally golden hair now long and laying pooled on the bed beneath her. Her large silver breasts give a slight jiggle as she sits up further. "Ah, Erin, I was beginning to think that you would not be returning to your quarters this evening."\n\n"Wha... wha... wha...?" you stammer, brain having sputtered and died on you and currently trying to turn over again.\n\nShe blinks her solid green eyes, slipping off the bed and walking towards you, long shining hair swaying behind her, hips swaying below her. She steps right up to you, close enough to let you pick out every tiny detail on the round domes of her nipples and the stiff little nubs, as if they'd been painstakingly etched in polished silver by a master artist. "Forgive my presumption, I assumed you would wish to copulate, considering the effects of the RubBorg atmospheric alterations. Have I erred?"\n\n<hr>\n[["God no, please let me fuck you."|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[["God no, please fuck me."|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Um, I'm... really tired..."|TrekF2x7]]

"Uh, listen," you manage, doing your best to sound calm. "I appreciate you dropping by and all, but... I've had a really long day, and Commander Stroker wants me to be his First Officer, and-"\n\n"Ah. Understood. You wish to sleep, or possibly prepare yourself for your new role." The silver woman gives a simple nod, long golden hair actually retracting into her head to resemble her earlier, shorter style. "I will dress and leave. Please contact me when you are ready to resume our sexual relationship."\n\n"Um, right." You avert your gaze as she moves to the dresser and starts to pull on her uniform. "Thank you. Good night."\n\n"Good night, Erin," she answers, as simply and semi-formally as she's said everything else, then marches out of the room. \n\nBreathing a sigh of mingled relief and regret, you peel off your uniform and head for the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. There's some vague familiarity to the features looking back at you, but they're definitely a woman's. You have blonde hair now, cropped fairly short still. You look down at the compact, muscular body, with small but very nicely-shaped breasts, and, well, an apparently smoothly-shaven pussy, which is currently puffy and glistening. Deciding you're not ready to deal with that at <i>all</i>, you head into the shower and dial it nearly as cold as it will go. When you step out a bit later, you're shivering and your teeth are chattering, and sex of any stripe is the furthest thing from your mind.\n\nDeciding you're not yet brave enough to go rifling through the drawers and discover what taste in underthings and whatnot 'Erin Hawt' had when she was off duty, you replicate a simple pair of plain grey pajamas and pull them on, then sit down at the computer to familiarize yourself with, well, yourself, as well as your fellow crew. You're Commander Erin Hawt, as expected, with a very thin background... from some wartorn world, top of your class at Starbeat Academy (groan), personally selected by Captain Dikhard (GROAN) for the position as chief of security aboard the USS Venture (... okay).\n\nSo, currently commanding the ship is Commander Stroker (could be worse), Lieutenant Commander Dateher (oh please) at Ops, Lieutenant Commander Gordy LaSmith (that's not even porn that's just a thing related to a forge, geez) as Chief of Engineering, Doctor Bev Fukher (COME ON) as CMO, and Counseler Diana Menage'a'Troi (ffs). Oh, and Mister Wolf as tactical officer, now Chief of Security. Who is a wolf. Yeah. Dammit porn dudes.\n\nSighing, you continue to read, doing your best to brush up on the world you've found yourself in. Oddly enough, other than the names and some of the alien species (like the late and unlamented RubBorg that tried to take over the ship), everything seems pretty much just like the Star Trek series you're familiar with. Except that you're a kid who hasn't even completed high school suddenly tasked with one of the more demanding jobs there is in such a setting... oh, and you're the wrong sex now. Yay. Sighing, you head to bed, deciding you'll just have to continue to fake it.\n\nWhich turns out to not actually be that hard. The systems are easy to use, your body seems to know what to do half the time as long as you don't think about things too hard, and if you come up with some bullshit explanation for what you want the technology to do it usually works. A lot of the rest of the job turns out to be doing paperwork and exercising common sense, which you can do easily enough, especially with the computer to lean on for help. Pretty soon Commander Stroker's promotion to Captain Stroker becomes official, as well as your promotion to First Officer. You're settling into life aboard a starship fairly easily, which is certainly helped by all the fun stuff like replicators and holodecks... though you haven't, as yet, gotten up the courage to "explore" your new body yet.\n\nAbout a month after the RubBorg attack, Captain Stroker calls you into his office. You turn the bridge over to Dateher, then head into the ready room. Stroker gestures for you to sit across the desk from him, and you settle in.\n\n"Number One, there are several matters demanding our attention, I'd like your input on which one you think is most worthy of our attention. We're currently en route to [[an unknown stellar phenomenon|TrekFPlaceholder]] spotted by our long-range sensors. But that's not all that's in this area. There's been a [[diplomatic incident|TrekF6x1]] on a nearby planet, and Starbeat would like us to be there to help the ambassadors already on site. An [[archeological crew has also gone missing|TrekF2x8]] on a planet in this sector, and there's been a [[reported viral outbreak on a colony world|TrekFPlaceholder]] not too far from it... apparently nothing too serious, at the moment, but it could get worse if their doctors can't contain it. Which sounds the most important to you...?"

You briefly consider telling him everything, then decide against it. Even in a cheesy sci-fi setting, your story is far-fetched and unbelievable. You'd probably wind up in the Starfleet (or whatever) equivalent of a loony bin. Your best chance to figure out what's going on, you decide, is to play along and fake it until some chance to get back to reality crops up.\n\n"I'd be honored, sir," you answer.\n\n"Very well. Mister Wolf will become Chief of Security as well as tactical officer. We've all had a long day and tomorrow's likely to be longer," he says wearily, standing and offering a head. "We'd all better get some rest while we can."\n\n"Yes, sir," you answer, standing and shaking his hand. For some reason, though, your gaze wanders downward, towards the obvious... and rather large... bulge still visible running down his thigh.\n\nApparently realizing where you're looking, the Commander... well, Captain now, you guess... blushes and clears his throat. "We're, ah... we're still working on getting the environmentals back to normal."\n\n<hr>\n[[Assure him it's fine.|TrekF2x5]]\n\n[[Offer to help him with it.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n

"Obviously, um, we're all putting up with the same problem," you assure him, blushing a bit more as you do. "Hopefully Engineering will have it cleared up soon, right?"\n\n"Hopefully," he mutters, then nods once. "Dismissed, Number One."\n\n"Thank you, sir." You turn and make your way out onto the bridge. The chrome-skinned woman you saw earlier is nowhere in sight... just crewmen in yellow-black uniforms moving about repairing things. You move up the ramp to what you assume is (or rather, was) your station, and carefully spend a few moments figuring out where your quarters are so you can get there without having to stop anyone and ask. Once you've figured that out, you head to the turbolift and request it take you to the officer's deck. You step out into a corridor much like any other, eyes on the small numbers next to the doors, meaning that you almost run headlong into someone coming the opposite way. Luckily, both of you brake in time, leaving you to look up... and up... and <i>up</i> at the towering figure in red and black.\n\n"Commander," the huge wolfman growls, sounding put-upon. You wonder if that's just his natural state... then you realize he's probably as stressed as everyone else is, to judge by the equally impressively-sized tent in his uniform pants, which is much closer to you than anyone else's has been, considering his size and height. He's probably desperate to get to his quarters for some relief, a hypothesis reinforced as he gives his large, shaggy grey head a single, strained nod and moves around you towards one of the nearby doors.\n\nYou can't help but turn to watch him go, eyes trailing down a bit to the thick, bushy tail swaying behind him (and his rather impressive ass, you have to admit). A door hisses open at his approach, and closes behind him. You do notice, however, that the small light in the corner of the panel stays green... looks like he forgot to lock it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after him.|TrekF3x1]]\n\n[[Leave him be.|TrekF2x6]]\n

You wander over to the replicator, half because you're hungry and half because they've always fascinated you. Some of the others give you odd looks as you replicate a slice of pizza and start chomping on it, but no one actually protests. Apparently there are some perks to being in command. \n\nYou try to think, but find yourself getting distracted by the sort of strange ache low in your belly and the feeling of wetness between your legs, and the almost painful stiffness on your chest. You take a deep, focusing breath. Damn, these 'RubBorg' are pretty thorough... keeping their victims horny makes it all that much harder to coordinate a defense (or remember why you want to fight back against getting fucked into a cyborg sex machine).\n\nStill, a full stomach helps a little. Okay, what you need is...\n\n<hr>\n[[An anti-aphrodisiac.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[A weapon.|TrekF2x3]]\n\n[[Food. And hey, maybe drink.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

You remember reading some whiny nitpicking online about 'Why didn't they ever just replicate conventional weapons?!' You're sure they had some reason in the show, besides 'because then it's too easy and there's no drama'. But in the position you're in, you can't worry about that kind of stuff. You open up a list of potential replicator patterns and scroll through it, and are relieved to find that there's a surprisingly large list of twentieth and twenty-first century weaponry. You briefly feel a surge of panic when it asks for a security code to replicate one, and desperately try the code you'd have used if you picked one. You're relieved when it works, and pick up the white camo-patterned weapon as it materializes in the tray, along with the pair of bandoliers with replacement clips in them.\n\n"This is a semi-automatic shotgun," you inform the rest of the security detail. "The replicator patterns for it and clips of slugs are in the buffer. Step up, replicate yourself one, then head to the computer to familiarize yourself with it before we make our move."\n\nStill looking a bit confused but nevertheless determined, the other members of the detail line up at the replicator to follow your orders. A minute later, the redhead squawks a bit in surprise from where she's standing at the computer table. "Commander! The safety measures on this weapon are barbaric! There's no friend-or-foe identifier, no autotargeting, no-!"\n\n"Desperate measures for desperate times, Lieutenant," you reply (after a quick glance at her collar), doing your best to use a stern tone. "You'll have to rely on your own good judgement, skill, and discipline using this weapon."\n\n"... Yes, Commander," she murmurs, casting her gaze downward, apparently taking the rebuke to heart.\n\nSoon your whole team is armed with the (relatively) archaic weapons. You realize that it's your place as the Commander to lead them, and you step up to the door, trying to do your best to convince yourself that you're brave and this will work. You give the redhead a quick nod, and she works the console again. When the doors slide open, there's a female RubBorg drone standing just outside, which immediately turns, its red laser-light eyepiece coming to rest on you.\n\nThe solid metal slug catches it right between its huge rubber breasts and sends it staggering backwards satisfyingly, where it thumps against the wall and clatters to the floor, its robotic limbs twitching and jerking. You glance at your team, which now looks appropriately awed and impressed, and give them another nod. They return it confidently, and the lot of you move off to retake the ship.\n\nYou move efficiently through corridors and access tunnels, taking out groups of drones wherever you find them. Wherever you find unconverted crewmembers, you rescue them and order them to find the nearest replicator and arm themselves with a shotgun. By the time you've reached the upper levels of the ship, the news has spread, and you don't even have to participate in an assault on the main gathering of them, a fired-up group of crew have already done so.\n\nWith the ship safe, you wander back to the security office with your team, and do your best to start coordinating further efforts to make sure the ship is secure. Eventually an Ensign wanders in, apparently having been tasked with carrying messages since the communications systems are still down. "Commander Hawt, Commander Stroker wants to see you on the bridge."\n\nBlinking at hearing "your" last name for the first time, you nevertheless nod and dismiss the Ensign. You try not to be too obvious about looking for a turbolift as you wander the corridor, finally finding one and stepping inside, clearing your throat. "Bridge." You fidget some on the ride up, but do your best to project an air of confidence as the doors open again and you step out onto the bridge. It looks pretty much identical to the one on the actual show, though more... well, real. It also has some energy burns here and there, and what are probably shotgun slug holes in one of the consoles. Looks like there was fighting up here too at some point.\n\n"Ah, Commander Hawt." You turn your head, and can't help but stare at the speaker. She's... chrome, on all her visible skin, the surface actually reflective. Her shortish, metallic gold hair is helped to stay in place with a yellow hairband, and her uniform has a burn in it, baring the upper curve of one large chrome breast. Her solid, glowing green eyes cast a slight reflection on the metal around them, making them seem even brighter. "Commander Stroker is in the Ready Room awaiting you."\n\n"Um. Yes. Thank you." You nod, since that seems to be a proper response, and march down the ramp, hitting the console at the side of the door to set off the chime. You wait for a voice to call for you to enter before you step inside. Again, a very close recreation, except there's something oddly phallic about the fish swimming around in the tank near the desk. A bearded man is sitting behind said desk, though he rises and comes around, gesturing at the seating area as he does. He's tall, with broad shoulders, handsome, and you're suddenly rather aware that you're still feeling rather flushed from whatever the RubBorg did to the air. Trying to ignore it, you sit down.\n\n"I have unfortunate news," he says, his face stricken. "The Captain was among the casualties of the RubBorg assault."\n\nYou have no real emotional connection to these people, but you understand that would be a pretty giant red flag. So you do your best to look upset, mostly averting your gaze downward to help hide most of your face.\n\n"Mourning will have to come later, though," he continues heavily after a moment. "We need to get this ship operational as quickly as possible and make sure there are no more RubBorg ships in the area. As acting Captain, I'd like you to act as my First Officer... your service up until now warrants it, but more than that, your quick thinking and ingenuity during this incident shows you're ready for it and you've earned it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|TrekF2x4]]\n\n[[Tell him the truth.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"Fall-!" Your voice comes out in a squeak, and you force yourself to calm down a little before shouting, "Fall back!"\n\nYou and the security detail start walking backwards, firing as you go since the impacts against their personal shields apparently slow the drones at least a little bit. Once a fair bit of distance has been put between your group and the rubbery techno-zombies, several turn and break into a run, and you do the same, hoping they're not looking to you to know where you're going.\n\nLuckily it looks like the group had a pre-agreed fallback position, and you follow them into what looks like some sort of security office, with several equipment lockers, pieces of furniture, a large replicator set into the wall, and a table covered in a computer console.\n\nThe redhead whips around and works the door console, only relaxing slightly once it's showing a red bar across the top. She turns towards you, expression grim. "The door won't hold long if they get determined to get in here, Commander."\n\nTrying to buy yourself some time to think, you blurt out one of the first things to come to mind. "Secure the room." But apparently it was the right thing to say, since the security officers start moving around the room, placing portable forcefield generators over various points.\n\nYou just watch them for the moment, then notice that everyone seems flushed... and that the male officers have rather prominent bulges in their black uniform pants. Feeling rather warm yourself, shifting at the unfamiliar feel of your stiff nipples rubbing against the inside of some sort of bra, you glance at the redhead (who must be your second-in-command), noticing that her own nipples are actually showing through her uniform top and her cheeks are rather red as well. Her eyes show both fear and desire as she glances at you, looking sheepish.\n\n"Looks like the RubBorg have already started affecting the environmentals," she says, voice a little breathy. "We'll have to put up with the increased temperature and humidity... ... and arousal."\n\nYou give her your best curt nod, trying not to pay attention to the strange female sensations of arousal. Okay, they're all looking to you for what to do. This setting seems <i>really</i> close to the original, and the equipment's fairly easy to use. You've seen these shows, you can come up with something! You look around the room, inventorying what you have to work with and trying to decide what would be most likely to provide a solution.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Weapons lockers.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Replicator.|TrekF2x2]]\n\n[[Computer.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Forcefield Generators.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"Here, the central computer room," you whisper, pointing at the label. "We take that out, none of the rest of it will work. All the records of genetic monsters, all the programs for operating the complex machinery, boom, done. If that doesn't win us the scenario I don't know what will."\n\n"Good plan." Jane scrutinizes the map carefully, then nods. "Okay, keep low and follow me, try to stay close to the walls and in the shadows." Dropping into a semi-crouch, she skulks off down one hallway, hugging the wall, with you following behind trying to match her gait. Every so often there's a strange, animal sound in the distance and Jane will freeze up, bringing you both to a halt as she waits to determine whether it was near or far. Each time she keeps moving after a few moments, as if having decided it must have been in the distance.\n\nAs the two of you pass an open doorway, you glance into the office inside and come up short, hissing a bit in surprise. Jane comes to a stop and glances back, whispering barely audibly, "What is it?"\n\n"There's someone in there," you murmur back, pushing the door open a bit further. Indeed, it looks like a woman, wearing a labcoat, white shirt, and low-heeled black shoes. Nothing below the waist, though... her legs are splayed, showing off her slightly gaping pussy with white goo dripping out of it and matted into her dark blonde curls. She's obviously alive by the way her chest is moving, and every so often her legs twitch as she gives a low moan. She's laying on her back across her desk, legs dangling over the edge of it, as if she'd just been tossed there and ravished by some passionate coworker.\n\n"That's just one of the park workers. I mean, this park, not Worldland," Jane grumbles. "I don't think they're even real. One of the previous people from our world called them 'NPCs' or something like that. We've gotta worry about ourselves."\n\n"But..." You glance between her and the apparently uncoscious blonde on the desk.\n\n"Look, if we win this scenario this will all probably all cease to exist anyway. Including her." Jane frowns, glancing in, then back down the hallway. "Though come to think of it, I bet there's still functioning security around the computer center, if this place still has power. She's probably still got her security keycard on her." Shouldering her rifle, Jane gestures you into the office without looking at you. "Go get it off of her, I'll cover you."\n\nYou frown a bit, but nod and scuttle into the office, doing your best to stay quiet. You scoot up to the desk, hearing her deep breathing and those faint, rather lusty moans as you get closer.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check if she's alright.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just get the keycard.|Sauria13x2]]

"I, ah... I think I'll keep my clothes on," you say a bit sheepishly. "But, y'know, it's you guys' room. Or whatever. If you want to get naked, feel free."\n\nThe brothers exchange a glance, then shrug simultaneously. All three stand up and, in a few quick, efficient motions, divest themselves of their shirts and shorts. You try not to stare as all three half-hard horsecocks are revealed, with long black shafts that wobble around from being partly hard, flattened heads, heavy balls. They're all so... big, and different from a human guy's. And they all seem so casual about it as they settle down and resume chatting.\n\nThey all seem fine, but somehow you're hyperaware of everything they're doing. Every little muscle twitch, every shimmy of a turgid cock, every roll of powerful shoulders. Their nudity contrasted against you being dressed makes you feel like they've been put on display just for your viewing... and you realize that maybe that's exactly what they're doing.\n\nThey don't seem to be <i>trying</i> to put on a show, but still. You watch as Jonny shifts to get comfortable and spreads his legs a bit wider, balls hanging down and resting on the leather of the couch. Donny leans to the side to rest on one couch arm, brushing his hand over his mane and giving you a fantastic view of the muscles of both his chest and his back, as well as a slight glimpse of his ass. Ronny rests his hands behind his head and starts casually flexing his pecs every so often, showing off their tone.\n\nDamn, what a visual buffet.\n\n"Hm, it's getting on," Donny suddenly comments, glancing at the clock. "We've still got some time, but maybe we better go now if we wanna squeeze in a shower." Then he looks at you and grins. "Been enjoying the view?"\n\n"Um." Your cheeks color, and you open your mouth to deny that you were ogling... but it seems pointless. You realize that it's been over an hour since you said anything, and in that time you've been staring at all of them openly.\n\n"No worries, we enjoy providing it," Ronny says with a chuckle, standing and taking a slight step back before shaking his hips, making his cock swing around lightly. Sure enough, it draws your eyes like a magnet, which just makes you blush even more.\n\n"So, I think I speak for all of us when I say the invitation to continue the show is extended," Jonny continues for his brother, standing as well. "Want to come watch us shower?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh god yes.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[No, that'd be too weird.|DRJplaceholder]]

You suppose Jane has a point, one way or the other... besides, the park worker or NPC or whoever she is does look pretty out of it, it'd probably be difficult to bring her around enough that she wouldn't get you caught. You carefully slip your hand into her lab coat pockets, trying not to jostle her, and finally find a card with a magnetic strip on it. You scuttle back to the door and hold the card up for Jane to see, receiving a pleased nod in return. The two of you continue down the hallway, hugging the wall as before.\n\nEventually you arrive at a mostly glass security door... seriously, what were these designers thinking? You pass Jane the security card and she swipes it along the keypad, a light flashing green. She nudges the door open and the two of you slip into the computer room, with numerous rows of computers facing towards a large bank of screens.\n\nOf course, one of the first things you both see is a raptor squatting at one of the stations. Both of you scramble behind one of the other stations, hunkering below it without risking peeking out. You look over at Jane and hiss, "Was it actually <i>using the computer</i>?" \n\n"Yes. No. I don't know, shut up," Jane snarls back below her breath, clutching her rifle and watching the edge of the desk warily. When there's no thumping or sign of it coming crashing down on both of you, you lean to your side of the desk and peek out, Jane doing the same on the other side. The raptor certainly <i>looks</i> like it's using the computer, its claws tapping at the keys. \n\nYou draw in a bit behind the desk as you hear the door open and see another raptor entering the room, tromping down the aisle and over to the other one. They exchange hoots and trills for a few moments, before the newly-arrived one turns and leaves. The raptor at the computer watches it go, then hunches forward over the station almost guiltily, moving the mouse over and clicking on something to bring a game of Galaga back up to the fore.\n\nIt's clear the raptor isn't going to be leaving any time soon, and there's no way you could hope to access the computers properly while it's still there. You're going to have to get it out of the way somehow.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Just shoot it.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Seduce it.|Sauria13x3]]\n\n[[Distract it.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to reason with it.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

You take a deep breath. "It's my plan. I'll be the one to... do it." You set your rifle aside carefully, then reach behind your neck. "Here, help me get out of this bodysuit."\n\n"Why?" Jane raises an eyebrow. "They usually don't exactly mind."\n\n"Yeah, but if this doesn't work and we still manage to get out of here, I'd like to be able to walk around without any holes in my clothes," you reply, unable to keep a hint of dryness out of your voice.\n\nJane blushes, but says nothing more, instead simply nodding and helping you get out of your clothing. You soon sit in place behind the computer desk, naked. You take a few deep breaths, trying to resolve yourself, then glance down. Your nipples are stiff and you can feel the heat of your pussy... it seems despite yourself, you're turned on by the prospect of fucking the dino. Deciding to blame it on the pheremones or whatever, you turn and peek up over the edge of the computer at the raptor.\n\nIt's glancing around and sniffing, probably able to smell your arousal. Looks like you're out of time, you'll have to approach before it winds up coming over and finding you both.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just bend over against the wall, let it have what it wants.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Approach it, be friendly.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"I cast 'small your dick'," you declare, pointing towards the leader with your free hand.\n\n"What the fuck kind of spell is AAAAA MY DICK!" he wails, suddenly toppling over and clutching at his crotch with both hands, rolling around.\n\nAll the others seem to have stopped struggling to stare over at him, even the one who was grappling with his sword-turned-clockwork-snake... actually it looks like even the clockwork snake is staring. The bandit leader finally yanks the front of his pants open, revealing a thick growth of dark hair... and a cock that's now nearly entirely hidden by it. "Noooo!"\n\n"That's what you get for interrupting someone's reading, no matter where they're doing it," you declare, dismissing the magical rubber and folding your arms over your chest. You pause, then glance around at the others, narrowing your eyes. "Anyone else still feeling their oats?" Vigorous headshaking answers you... even from the snake. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Well then. If you'll excuse me," you add, starting to walk past the collapsed leader and down the road. You're not sure where you're going, but it's a road so it must lead somewhere, and obviously you can't hang around here.\n\n"Wait!" the leader bawls, reaching out as if to grab your ankle. When you shoot him a glare he stops short, looking up at you with a wretched expression. He's not exactly handsome, and wouldn't be even if he were cleaned up and dressed better, but you guess he's not really ugly either, just kind of 'eh', with a previously broken nose and scruffy black hair, and a day's growth of beard. "Please, please, undo it! I'm sorry! I promise I'll never bother you... or anyone... ever again! Just... just put it back!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be generous.|GGMage]]\n\n[[Be pragmatic.|GGMage3x4]]\n\n[[Be on your way.|GGMage]]

"So wait, you're saying that if we stay here, in our actual lives," you say slowly. "We'll screw it all up because we won't have our morals anymore?"\n\n"I'm not sure if I believe that," your mother mutters, folding her arms over her chest.\n\n"Oh? Might I point out, you two have been standing here with your cocks hanging out for quite some time now," Tandy chuckles, resting her hands on her hips again. "And don't particularly seem to care?"\n\nYou blink, glance down, then exchange glances with your mother. She's right... the two of you are still in public, in a candy store in fact, with your new pricks dangling out of your jeans, and any sense of shame about doing so has already faded away, like a dream after waking up. Even now that it's been pointed out, you don't feel particularly obligated to put it away, other than that you start listening for the ding of the front door. "So we're losing our shame, so?"\n\n"Mm. And you, miss," Tandy says, looking at your mother. "What do you think of the idea of fucking your daughter? Just bending her over, even right here, and pounding her ass hard?"\n\n"Well that would be great," your mother says with a soft sigh, reaching down to stroke her stiff length lightly a few times. "Fucking her earlier felt amazing, fucking her in public would be-" She blinks. "Oh. Oh, I see."\n\n"It starts small like that, with things you're already doing or have done," Tandy says breezily. "But since your hurdle for doing other such things is lowered, over time the list of things you're willing to do will just expand and expand. Stay here, not only will it happen to those closest to you... which right now you probably still have enough of your old morals to care about... but your chances of getting caught go way up."\n\n"But you're saying that if we ditch our lives here and start new ones, that won't happen?" you ask with a frown, forehead wrinkling. "I don't really get it, how does that change anything? If we go somewhere else and start breaking the law, aren't we still likely to get caught?"\n\n"Even without the proper training, you two are now on a 'wicked witch' type path," Tandy explains, lifting a finger and wagging it. "And you ever notice how in the stories, the wicked witches aren't being hunted by the local constables or anything like that, it's always one of their own victims that gets the better of them, or they screw up so big that the authorities do come down on them. Call it a magical narrative trope... wicked witches who embrace their life don't get the cops coming down on them. Instead all you have to watch out for is doing something stupid with a target that causes your downfall, or being so blatant that the nearest authorities just can't help but come down on you."\n\n"... I suppose that makes the most sense, in the end," your mother says slowly, starting to tuck herself away (which prompts you to do the same). "It will keep the people we care about safe, and us as well."\n\n"So like... can we go home and pack, or...?" you ask.\n\n"I'd say the cleaner the break, the more effective it will be," Tandy replies, flipping her skirt back into place. "Obviously I wouldn't suggest just walking off down the road naked. Take what you have on you now, including your car, maybe empty your bank account, and set off. Don't follow old routines or go somewhere you're familiar with, just pick a direction and go. Eventually you'll know when it feels right to set down roots."\n\nThe two of you nod thoughtfully, and after a moment simply turn and walk out. What Tandy says makes sense after all... for your own part, you'd really love to suck your mother's cock right now, and intellectually you understand that the closer you try to stick to your old life, the less opportunities to suck her cock that you'll have. You suppose that's probably the effect Tandy mentioned taking hold... with lowered morals and a ramped-up libido, your sentimental attachment to your old life seems less important than not getting caught and getting to have plenty of the amazing sex with your mother that you had earlier. From the way she reaches over to fondle your cock through your jeans as the two of you pull out of the parking lot, it looks like she agrees.\n\nThe two of you stop into the bank, where your mother heads inside. You resist the urge to fish out your dick and jerk off in the car since people are passing by semi-regularly, and you figure you're still in the 'likely to be caught' zone. Instead eventually your mother comes out carrying a fairly sizeable tote bag, which she tosses in the back before climbing behind the wheel. "Well, I closed out all our accounts, including my and your father's joint ones, and took most of the money out of his since he made me a signatory. Which means he's no doubt already gotten a call or alert," she adds, passing her phone over to you as she exits onto the highway.\n\n"Aha." Putting your own phone back-to-back with hers, you roll down your window a bit. "Hup," you call, just a bit sadly, as you toss both out, the faint sound of your mother's ringtone catching you before the devices hit the pavement. "How much have we got, anyway?" \n\n"Enough to live just fine on the road for awhile, and to get us started when we find a new town. Down payment on a house and such." She glances over at you and snorts. "Do you think we can manage a real one, or should it be made of gingerbread?"\n\n"Maybe a giant pumpkin," you suggest, making a round shape with both hands, before both of you snicker.\n\nThat evening the two of you pull into a motel, a decent enough looking one. Once your mother has checked in, the two of you head into the room, your mother stretching. "Mmmm, you can do the driving tomorrow?"\n\n"Gasp, without my license?" you snort, quite aware at this point that neither of you care. You wonder if not getting into trouble with the law extends to stuff like that, or only the "wicked" stuff? You're about to wonder as much out loud when motion catches your eye. Someone walking past? Just curious, you lean over to the window and nudge the curtain aside. Someone walking past your room on her way to the pool, looks like. A pretty blonde in her late teens with a nice body, not particularly covered by a very fetching black and yellow bikini.\n\n"Something interesting?" Your mother wanders over as well, quickly enough spotting the girl as well. "Mm. Fuckable," she comments, then blinks, the two of you exchanging a glance. After a moment though, she shrugs, watching the girl bend over a bit to lay out her towel on a chair. "True, though. She's very pretty."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, watching as the blonde moves to the edge of the pool and dives in.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Let's rape her."|GGCandy4x6]]\n\n[["... Let's fuck.|GGCandy]]

Jerking your head back a little and giving it a hard shake, you stammer, "So you just sell those sorts of things to anyone?! With no warning?!"\n\n"How dare you," your mother growls, though from the way her lips are parted and her breathing has quickened (and by the stiff little points under her shirt), it looks like she's trying to use the anger to focus.\n\n"Technically I warn everyone," Tandy replies with a little giggle, covering her lips with her fingertips. "The print's just reeeeally small on the front of the candy bins. People always assume it's just an ingredient list or some blather about its origin or government warnings about a balanced diet, it's not my fault no one reads the labels on things they eat!" Her grin spreads wider as she rests her hands on her hips and gives them another shake, the motion making both her breasts and her cock wobble back and forth. "Plus it actually makes wicked witch spells more effective if the target has been given a chance to avoid them but chooses not to. Even if the wicked witch knew the chance was likely to be ignored."\n\n"So... so will it go away?" you ask, since demanding to know if she's really a witch or if it's magic seems pointless after all you've seen. Perhaps a little asking for mercy will work?\n\n"Mmmm." Tandy curls a hand around her chin, blatantly eyeing your now stiff prick, sliding her gaze over to your mother's similarly jutting shaft, then back to yours, before up at your face. "Okay, let me guess at the series of events here. <i>You</i> ate one candy, which worked as intended, and you had a nice little masturbatory session. Then once you'd cum maybe a few times, you were all, 'Oops, it's going soft, can't have that, I'll eat another!'," she continues, putting her hands to either side of her face and striking a mock-lustful expression, as your face goes more and more red with embarrassment. "Mommy here was home, and you thought, 'I bet if I give her some she'll tooootally understand that we need to fuck!' so you shoved a couple of them down her throat. And then you-" She continues, shifting her gaze to your blushing mother. "Completely understood and the two of you fucked like weasels in heat. That about right?"\n\n"... Generally," you and your mother mutter in near-unison, glancing down at the floor.\n\n"Mm. Thought so, judging from the size of them and some other little things. Well, dearies, I'm afraid you're stuck." As both your head and your mother's snap up to look at her, she shrugs again. "Responsible use of these candies is to take one, have fun for a little while, and then rest until it wears off. Taking multiples in a short go, or at once, that's already putting it at a point close to no-going-back, but following it up with rampant fucking... which, admittedly, you would almost have to in that state... oh no, those dicks are there to stay."\n\n"How was I supposed to know?!" you wail, clutching the sides of your head.\n\n"By reading the label," Tandy points out with another elaborate shrug, before grinning broadly again. "Just because I fully expect people not to doesn't mean it's my fault when they don't."\n\n"So there's... there's nothing we can do?" your mother whispers, now having gone a bit pale as she looks down at her slightly softened cock.\n\n"Obviously there's lots of things you can <i>do</i>, though pretty much none of them involve going back to full biological femaleness," Tandy replies with a quirk of one eyebrow. "If you're really, really serious about getting rid of them, then I suppose I could let you try a possible remedy I've been working on. But it needs a few tweaks, so before that you'd have to become my [[guinea pigs|GGCandy12x1]] for a little while as I worked out the formula. But barring that, you'll likely just have to get used to the idea of a life with a fat, needy cock between your legs, and the other changes that come with it."\n\n"Other-" your mother starts.\n\n"-changes?" you pick up, exchanging a glance with her.\n\n"The dick-growth spell in those candies, and that I use in most other things, is a variation on the original formula I used on myself at the start of my road to becoming a wicked witch," Tandy explains, almost idly reaching down and wrapping a hand around her shaft, giving it a few strokes and making the limp pole wobble and shake around even more. "Which means that it doesn't <i>just</i> make you grow a dick. It's a fairly specific sort of 'futanari' transformation. It tends to suppress filters, limiters, and well, morals to put it lightly. As I'm sure the two of you must have at least some idea of, since it didn't bother you to rape your mother, or you to fuck your daughter in return?" Taking the two of you's shocked silence as agreement, Tandy grins again and continues. "What I mean to say is, it's only going to settle in and continue. Eventually you'll be as delightfully amoral as me, thinking nothing of doing whatever you want to whoever you want. So you can [[try and go back to your old life|GGCandy]] but I wouldn't necessarily recommend it, you'll soon find yourself making a bit of a sexy, sexy shambles of how it used to be. You can also [[uproot and go elsewhere|GGCandy4x5]]... doing so is sort of a magically significant act, indicating to the energies now inside you that you're ready to start over and begin embracing the new you. It will provide more protection to you, preventing authorities or just various busybodies from interfering in your activities." She rubs her chin again. "Of course, speaking of the energies inside you, there is one other choice."\n\n"... What?" your mother asks, since one of you clearly has to.\n\n"Why, the two of you could [[become my apprentices|GGCandy]]!" she declares with a rather winning smile. "Like I said, the potion used in those candies is a variation on the one I used to start me on my path, and you did take a larger-than-recommended dose. Perhaps a little bit of a booster and you'll both be ready to begin learning spellwork and making all sorts of wicked, kinky magic! And, mmm, a mother and daughter apprentice duo... very powerful symbolism, also very sexy," Tandy continues, actually biting her thumbnail as she looks the two of you up and down. "For you to be here confronting me so soon after being affected, and then not collapse to your knees and start literally slobbering all over a bigger and more magnificent dig than your own, you've clearly got the necessary willpower and focus to learn magic."

A bit of the ol' guy-on-girl, standard stuff really, though of course you've spent some time seeking out the unique stuff because hey, of course you did. What's the point of having a huge porn collection if it's just a bunch of clips of guys pounding away? Looks like almost all of these have been converted into titles, though there is one that's still just a filename.\n\n[[Bratters - Office Brat Gets Tamed|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Good Little Wifey - 8 Hour Ball Worship Session|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Traps On Girls - Uniform Code|GGPorn4x2]]\n\n[[Big Dick Johnson - Cutting Down Your Internet|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

If she knew how you felt right now, no way your mother would even think about denying you what you need. Grabbing a few of the candies out of the bag, you hurry downstairs, hoping you can catch her before she leaves.\n\nYou find your mother in the kitchen, just about to lean over the counter, notepad and a pen in hand. You quickly come up behind her and clap the hand with the candies in your palm over her mouth as she yelps in surprise. Using a trick you saw on a few TV shows, you reach forward and start rubbing the front of her throat while she wiggles and squirms, waiting until you feel at least one good swallow before stepping back.\n\n"Cyan, what in the world are you-?!" your mother demands, starting to turn around, only to jerk visibly and drop forward across the counter, gasping, shaking her round ass back and forth in the air like a bitch in heat. You watch as the front of her panties starts to bulge, the sleek purple material stretching out and rapidly showing the shape of balls and a hardening cock. That stiff shaft just keeps getting harder, and longer, and thicker, stretching the front of those panties further and further over the head until the waistband snaps, the panties hitting the floor. The skirt has ridden up enough by this time to bare the fullness of her ass, and as the purple lingerie falls away it reveals her tight pucker and a lot of slightly-wrinkled skin leading down to her swaying, heavy sack. Unable to resist any longer, you leap forward and grab her waist, pressing the head of your own cock against that pucker and starting to push in.\n\n"Ohhhhh fuck," your mother moans eagerly as your cock starts to sink into her ass. "Oh God, yes, Cyan, yes, fuck mommy's ass," she groans, bracing herself on the counter with one hand, the other yanking open the front of her blouse and hauling her bra down, spilling her soft tits forward and practically brushing on the countertop. She starts bucking back against you, obviously eager to have your cock buried deep in her ass, as eager as you are to stuff it in there. Soon you're fucking forward hard and she's fucking back against you enough to rock you slightly in place, your hips thumping against her yielding ass and your heavy, panty-hugged balls slapping against her free-swinging ones. Her tits and cock sway in time with the motions, albeit in wildly different ways, the yielding orbs on her chest wobbling and jiggling, her stiff sixteen inch prick bouncing up and down, slinging long lines of pre back and forth. "Yes yes yes yes," your mother gasps out wantonly, obviously even more overcome by pleasure than you after the instant double dose.\n\nAt nearly the same time you thrust forward and she thrusts back, both of you giving near-identical cries as your cock starts to shudder and spurt inside of her, her ass clamping down around the twitching, gushing thing as her own cock starts blasting thick ropes of milky white across the floor and the lower cabinets. She reaches a hand down and grabs her cock, stroking herself off to milk out every last dribble of cum, every spurt of her cock making her ass tighten around you and squeeze out a little more of your own cum. She's barely finished cumming before she pulls away from you, your cock sliding out of your ass as she quickly turns and falls to her knees. Sliding the cock that was just in her ass into her mouth, she begins sucking and tonguing eagerly, stroking the rest of your shaft with one hand while her other pumps her own dribbling prick. Her eyes roll up to watch your face contort in pleasure and your hands play with your perky teenage tits, a few moans of delight at the sight sending pleasurable shudders through your prick.\n\nBut soon your mother is pulling you down, pausing as she gets you on your knees to pull your t-shirt off before pushing you onto your back and hauling your thong up your legs and off. Pausing only long enough to wiggle out of her blouse and undo her bra, she slides on top of you, much bigger tits mashing against yours as she lifts your legs, and then drives her cock into your ass. You howl eagerly as her cock spreads you open and drives deep inside you, her belly rubbing along your own dick and balls as she slides forward to get in as deep as she can. Raising your legs high and forward, she begins pounding your ass fast and hard, driving you against the floor while she coos down at you, her face a lewd twist on motherly adoration. "You like mommy's big fat cock in your slutty little ass, don't you, baby?"\n\n"Ffffuck, fuck my ass, Mom, please," you whimper as she does just that, not able to do much more than lay there and take the fucking she wants to give you as she presses your body on hers, fat tits pillowed against your smaller ones and the slight curve of her belly rubbing all along the underside of your shaft. With all that stimulation it's not very long before you're giving a yowl of pleasure, your cock shooting yet another voluminous load to be smeared between your belly and hers, quite a bit of it reaching the undersides of her tits. Your ass clamps down hard around her cock, making it feel even bigger inside you as you feel the heated rush of her painting your inner walls with her load. "Fuck... fuck, Mom," you gasp out. "We need... we need to..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... calm down."|GGCandy4x2]]\n\n[["... go upstairs."|GGCandy]]

You frown again as the mention of the shop calls up a memory. "The woman who sold me the candy... she said something about 'enjoy your full sack'. I thought it was a kind of weird or creepy way to talk about the bag of candy, but-"\n\n"But she obviously knew what would happen," your mother picks up with a huff. "Then yes, we should confront her and demand to know if there's an... antidote, or somesuch." She pauses, then glances down at herself again. "... Obviously after a shower and a change of clothes."\n\nDuring the shower you do your best not to let any further sexy thoughts stir up, worrying that if you do, you'll lose your head again and be right back where you were. Your cock stirs several times, threatening to go back to full arousal, but turning the shower as cold as it will go is at least enough of a shock to jar you out of those thoughts. It's a bit more difficult getting into a pair of panties without getting turned on (damn, why does your dick have to look so sexy making a huge bulge in them?), but you finally haul on some baggy jeans and a shirt, then yank on shoes and head downstairs. Your mother is already waiting in similar attire, and in an awkward silence the two of you go out to her car. At least the silence doesn't seem angry or cold, just... awkward. Looks like you had at least one thing right in your lust-induced rape haze, your mother totally understood once she'd had some of the candies herself.\n\nThe silence is largely broken only by you giving directions to the store. Though as you draw in sight of it, you notice your mother starting to work herself into a more focused, angry state, her eyes narrowing and shoulders firming. You're actually a little worried how this might go down as she parks and slams the door on her way out, hurrying to catch up to her quick, stalking pace (and trying to ignore how the movements are making your panties rub against your shaft and balls). Once inside, your mother takes a quick look around, spots the counter, and heads over, the blonde woman from before perking up and smiling easily as the two of you approach.\n\n"I demand you explain yourself!" your mother snaps, pointing at the blonde while jamming her other hand on her hip.\n\n"Hm?" The oddly-attired woman plasters a confused expression on her face as she rounds the counter, putting a fingertip to her lip. "Well, alright. My name is Tandy, I was born into a family with a long and storied tradition of pursuing their passions, and mine was candy so I studied with-"\n\n"That is <i>not</i> what I mean!" your mother interrupts with a wave of the hand. "What I mean is that I demand to know what you were thinking selling some sort of... illicit substance to a child!"\n\nAs you're putting a hand to your face in embarrassment at being called 'a child', the woman... Tandy... quirks an eyebrow. "I'm not sure what you mean. If you're going to accuse me of something, I'd like you to be a little more specific, at least. Or perhaps explicit, if you will."\n\nYour mother's face flushes red... either in anger, or embarassment of her own, or both... before she growls, "An... aphrodisiac!"\n\n"Aphrodisiac? I mean that's still not entirely specific. A lot of people consider chocolate an aphrodisiac," Tandy replies, spreading her hands in an exaggerated shrug, heavy, barely-covered breasts wobbling, both you and your mother winding up moving your heads a bit to watch before snapping out of it. "Right now it just sounds like you're blaming me for some sort of perfectly normal behavior, you have to-"\n\n"Look, it made us grow dicks, alright?!" you interject, your mother hissing 'Cyan!' in an almost whiny tone. "And from the stuff you said, it sounds like you knew it would."\n\nTandy slowly lowers her hands, tilting her head. "Show me."\n\n"W-what?" your mother splutters, your own mouth opening slightly in shock.\n\n"You can't just march in here, accusing someone of making two women grow dicks, and expect to be believed sight unseen, can you? I mean it does look like you have a bit of a bulge down there, but it could be socks, or a banana, or even a strapon. I need to see them if you want me to believe these accusations."\n\nYou and your mother exchange a glance. Clearly the both of you hate to admit it, but she does have a point. Heaving near-identical sighs, both of you undo the jeans you're wearing. You try not to stare at your mother's cock bulging out the front of her panties (why'd she go and pick such pretty purple ones? damn) as you push down the front of your own, letting your thick, mostly limp cock tumble free, balls spilling over the fly of your jeans, your mother's doing much the same out of the corner of your eye.\n\nTandy blinks slowly... then grins. "Well those <i>are</i> nice ones, my my. So big, so thick! And I do love a girlcock, all hairless and smooth no matter how long and fat they are."\n\nYour mother gawks, while you splutter a little before saying, "So you did know!"\n\n"Well of course I knew, dear," she chirps. "You think this hat is just for show? A dick-growth spell or potion is practically the first thing every young wicked witch learns!" she continues, reaching down and flipping aside the front of her dress. As you could have guessed from the high cut over her hip, she's not wearing any panties... and leaving her own impressively-sized cock to sway and dangle free between her thick, smooth thighs. You wind up staring at it as she gives her hips a shift, making the shaft sway back and forth faintly, but almost hypnotically, balls swinging gently between her legs like a pendulum, even for just a moment. You can almost distantly feel yourself getting hard, your nipples going stiff, blood rushing in your ears...\n\n<hr>\n[[Resist.|GGCandy4x4]]\n\n[[Give in.|GGCandy4xEnd?]]

You decide to go visit your Uncle Michael. (He's just really not an "Uncle Mike" sort of guy.)\n\nArrangements are made, and soon you're heading off to the small ranch he owns in the northwest. When you arrive, he's already loading up his truck with camping gear, and he turns to give you a hearty handshake before he hugs you. (Definitely not an "Uncle Mike", see?) He's a big guy, even bigger than you, broad-shouldered, muscular, thick close-trimmed dark beard. The flannel shirt and jeans really just completes the slightly "lumberjack" look, but since he so thoroughly looks the part it comes off as sincere rather than silly.\n\n"I'm glad to have you along," he says as he doublechecks the tiedowns. "I spend a few weeks out in the wilderness every year about this time, and really I've asked your dad to let you join me a few years running, but he always had a vacation planned."\n\n"So why the wilderness? Just enjoy roughing it?" you ask as you join him in climbing into the cab.\n\n"It's sort of community service," he answers, starting up the truck and pulling out once you're both buckled up. He's the sort of guy that can say something like that and it come off completely believable and not at all put-on. "There are some old ruins out in this area of the park that showed up on some websites a few years back, now various people show up sometimes trying to go poking around looking for silly stuff like ghosts. But there are a lot of dropoffs and twists and turns out there, it's dangerous, so I warn people off when I spot them."\n\n"Huh. Are they really that dangerous?"\n\n"Very. It's important to make sure no one goes out there, at all."\n\nIt's late afternoon by the time the two of you arrive at the national park, but it's even later by the time you've arrived at the spot where you'll be camping. Uncle Michael climbs out of the truck and rummages in the back, then proffers a plastic container and a flashlight. "Here. There's a stream back that way," he says, nodding into the trees. "Head over and get us some water from it, would you?"\n\nYou nod and head off, passing through the trees. You soon pass a small hookup area... it looks like there's a faucet, you could probably fill the container there instead. Actually, it also occurs to you that you may have glanced at that website that talked about haunted ruins out in the forest... now that you realize how close you are, you're almost tempted to go look yourself. You're not sure if your uncle's warnings about how dangerous it is makes that less attractive or more.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the stream.|ASVis1x1]]\n\n[[Use the faucet.|ASVisPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go exploring.|ASVisPlaceholder]]

Your name is Amanda, and you're one of the most well-liked girls around. You're a little bit tall and a little bit tan, with pretty, long blonde hair that isn't so golden that it's ridiculous. You have a nice body with breasts just bordering on a C-cup, lightly curvy hips and a cute butt. Basically, you look good without being utterly flawless or a complete stereotype.\n\nThe summer is just starting, and you're faced with a number of choices. You don't want to just laze around at home, you want to make productive use of your time! As long as it's <i>fun</i> productive use... again, you're not a complete saint. Also, going somewhere and having fun with friends counts as a productive use of your vacation in your mind, there are maaaany subtle layers and variations of productivity.\n\n<b>[[School Activity|SKCheerStart]]</b>: You're involved in a formalized activity at school, and it turns out they're going to be hosting a trip during the off-season. You'll get to hang out with your friends, go somewhere interesting, <i>and</i> get school credit for it (meaning more free periods next year). \n\n<b>[[Charity Work|SweetKidCWStart]]</b>: You know of several hookups to get signed on with a charity program. Basically they'll put you up for a few weeks while you do full-time work helping out a cause. Might be a bit of hard work, but it's still a vacation and it looks good on college applications.\n\n<b>[[Beach|SweetKidBeachStart]]</b>: Heck with it, you've worked hard all year... even a working vacation is still working. Much better to relax with some friends and catch some sun and some surf.\n\n<b>[[Relax with friends|SweetKidFriendsStart]]</b>: You could always just spend the summer staying close to home and hanging out with the people you like best, that seems an entirely worthwhile thing!

Deciding discretion is definitely the better part of valor, you go scrambling over towards one of the desks that has a mostly enclosed bottom and dive underneath it. It does look like someone's cut a hole in the back for electrical cables, providing you a convenient place to peek out towards the entrance. When you see what's coming, you have to clap your hands over your mouth to keep from screaming.\n\nIt's the gargoyle statue from over the door. The dark, demonic-looking thing bends low to get in through the doors and then spreads its massive metal wings with a loud creaking noise, its every movement harsh with the sound of bending and stressing metal. And you're not sure whether you just couldn't see it at the angle it was at before, or if it's a new addition since it got up and started walking around, but it has a massive metal shaft, slightly angular rather than cylindrical, jutting from its crotch. Its long, pointed tongue slides across its lips and fangs with a click and rasp of steel on steel as it looks about, obviously searching for something.\n\nEven though there's no real way it could see you, you duck back down and huddle further under the desk, trembling. It's impossible, but you're seeing it with your own eyes... the statue has come to life! Or some horrid simulation of it, anyway. You can hear another heavy footfall and more creaking metal as it steps forward, obviously still looking around. For you? Is it hunting for you?!\n\nThen your eyes widen behind your glasses as you see Tanya coming from down the hall. The strawberry blonde girl has a curious look on her face, obviously having heard all the commotion and coming to investigate. She's not in the monster statue's line of sight, but she will be in a few seconds... if you don't do something.\n\nOf course, anything you do will put you at risk of being seen. But are you just going to let your friend be pounced by a metal monstrosity to save yourself?\n\n<hr>\n[[Save Tanya.|WilmaLibrary2x3]]\n\n[[Stay put.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]

You swallow heavily, then risk a quick glance through the hole in the back of the desk. The statue isn't quite looking in your direction, so you hurl yourself forward and scuttle towards Tanya on hands and knees as fast as you can. She spots you when you're almost right on her, and starts to open her mouth a bit, only to yelp as you yank her down to the floor. You hear a loud creak from the statue's direction, but now you're down amongst tables and desks and can't be easily seen. You shake your head hard at Tanya's questioning look, then belly-crawl back to the desk. Luckily she seems to trust you, and does the same, both of you huddling under it.\n\nTanya jumps a little at loud thuds as the statue begins to move again, the sound and impacts drawing nearer. Her eyes widen as part of its lower half comes into view as it walks past the desk, and you quickly clap a hand over her mouth. She stares at the big metal beast as it moves past, its slightly squared-off tail whipping back and forth a bit with its steps and smashing through a chair as it moves. Its sharp metal claws thud into the tile, leaving small sets of holes in its wake. It pauses, then slowly turns more in the direction of the desk where the two of you are hiding. Your whole body tenses, and you can feel Tanya's do the same next to you, especially as that jutting monster of metal manhood comes into view. You're both left trembling, wondering if any moment it will lurch forward and overturn the desk to reveal you.\n\nThen it slowly turns and resumes its ponderous walk further into the library. It looks like it's heading for the same hallway Tanya just arrived from, which means it will be out of sight soon. You lean over to Tanya and whisper, "When it turns the corner, we'll both run for the exit." You feel her nod against your hand, which you slowly lower as you shift positions, getting ready to make a dash for it. Then your eyes spot the book settled on the edge of the table. <i>Animus Vox</i>... the tome that apparently woke up a metal statue! Could the secret to putting that statue back to sleep be in there?\n\nYou glance from it, towards the exit. You'll actually have to run the wrong way and then do your best to make a 180 before bolting for the door, if you try to take the book. A dangerous proposition if the statue hears you and turns out to be able to put on a burst of speed...\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab the book.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Leave the book.|WilmaLibraryPlaceholder]]

Reacting in an instant, you grab for the barrel of the massive gun to your head and yank on it. You hear various people cry out all at once... City Guard, Molly, Little Joke... as you wrench the barrel away from your own head, shoving it backwards, your other hand going to the grip of it to help it move. You're not sure if Dark Comedy pulls the trigger deliberately, trying to kill you, or if it's just a reflexive tightening of his hand on the grip of the gun because he thinks you're trying to get it away from him. But the revolver roars even as the barrel comes to point at his own head.\n\nThings are a blur. Is it his spasming body that has him pulling the trigger again and again before he can even start to topple to the floor, or are you making him do it? You don't know, all you know is that now you're standing there, staring around you, with the sense that there's something vaguely person-shaped sprawled behind you. You watch as City Guard restrains the sobbing wreck that is Little Joke, not that she's putting up much of a fight. Molly rushes towards you, but pulls up just short, looking you up and down in horrified worry.\n\n"S-Sam... oh gosh, Sam, are you alright?"\n\nWhy is she asking if you're alright? You're not hurt. Are you? You look down at yourself, raising your hands a bit. Huh. There <i>is</i> a lot of blood on you. Blood and pulpy stuff. Few shards of pale stuff, you think maybe bone. Oh, that doesn't seem to be yours, though. It must be Dark Comedy's. He's dead. His brains and blood are all over you. Your throat quivers, and a giggle bursts from your lips. Then another, and you find you're laughing.\n\n"Sam... Sam, what's funny?" Molly asks in a choked voice, tears starting to streak down her cheeks.\n\n"Everything! Everything's funny!" you reply through your laughing, your own tears smearing through the blood on your cheeks as you slide your fingers through your gore-matted hair. "Don't you see, Mols? Everything's funny! Everything has to be funny!" You look up at her, your eyes shining with both desperation and laughter as your body shakes. "If it's funny, it can't be horrible!"\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|FemPal3xEnd]]

"O-okay... okay fine," you answer after a moment, starting to hug yourself, then squeaking a little when your arms wind up giving your new boobs a squeeze. Your face colors as Maya laughs. "C-c'mon, don't," you whine.\n\n"Sorry," he says with a smirk that says he's really not. He shifts a little in place, then gets up and sits back down on the edge of the bed. He squirms a little more, then reaches down and starts to undo the button of his cutoffs.\n\n"W-what're you doing?!" you yip.\n\n"These things are waaay too tight now, I've just gotta," Maya grunts as he unzips the front of the cutoffs and pushes the black panties beneath down over his bulge. A partially-hard length springs free, your eyes widening as they can't help but fix on it. Just like your breasts are bigger than Maya's, Maya's cock is definitely bigger than yours was. Still otherwise it looks a lot like it belongs to her, well, him, pale white and smooth and sort of pretty. Maya sighs in obvious relief. "Geez, that feels way better, how do guys that wear skinny jeans and whatever stand it?" he grumbles, leaning back on her hands some. Then he smirks again. "Guess they're probably not lugging around something like this, huh?"\n\nYou just blush all the brighter and turn your head away, staring at the wall and really hoping that this wears off in minutes instead of hours. But some motion out of the corner of your eye has you turning your head back reflexively... and your eyes widen again at the sight of Maya with a hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it as it stiffens further, growing longer and harder by the moment. "Maya, what are you <i>doing</i>?!"\n\n"Oh, c'mon, like you've never been curious?" he murmurs, his voice a little breathy as he continues stroking along the pale, smooth length, his shorts now off completely and legs spread a bit, showing the large balls dangling down. "It's an interesting opportunity, s'all. I mean, I won't be bothered if you want to give it a try."\n\n"No... no way," you manage to get out through your tight throat, scooting back a little.\n\nMaya looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes... then chuckles. "Yeah, but you can't take your eyes off of it, can you?" he murmurs, licking his lips a little as you squirm, but prove him right by continuing to stare at his cock as he strokes it. "Hey. Jamie."\n\n"W-what?" you croak, managing to dart a look up at his face.\n\n"Come suck my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|QOBook]]\n\n[[... okay...|QOBook2x4]]

You finish scrubbing down the last of the pairs of bandits' pants, dumping them into the basket before heaving your heavily pregnant form to your feet. Your heavy, bare breasts dribble a bit of milk as they're squeezed by your arms as you find the familiar comfortable carrying position, and head back towards the camp, your rough, dark-soled bare feet long since used to the forest floor, your only garb a simple leather loincloth and the collar around your neck.\n\nAs you head towards the area where you hang things out to dry, you pass one of your owners out in front of his tent, where he's currently pounding your fellow slave in the ass. Jakki moans in drugged bliss as the bandit's stiff prick slams over and over again into his soft, well-used hole, the skirt of the simple peasant girl's dress he's been made to wear swaying with the impact... much like his limp cock jiggles as the bandit's balls slap against it. Jakki gave up all signs of masculinity long ago, really... in fact, the bandits seem to enjoy dressing him in girls' clothes and brushing his hair and then making him ride their cocks almost as much as they do gangbanging you and knocking you up.\n\nAs you're setting the basket down, Master Omen steps out of his tent and meanders over. Smirking, he reaches out to grab you by the collar and tug you over, smirking as you meekly lower your eyes. "Working hard, slut?"\n\nThat's all they ever call you... 'slut', 'whore', 'bitch'. You barely remember what your actual name was, it's largely disappeared in one fuck-haze or another. It sometimes makes you pout that Jakki gets a name and you don't... but that probably wasn't his original name either, come to think of it. Which you barely do... think, that is. "I'm trying to, Master Omen," you reply quietly.\n\n"Ah yes, you do look fit to burst," he notes, reaching out to fondle one of your tits, making you gasp as his squeeze sends an arc of milk through the air. "This is, what, your sixth? Seventh?"\n\n"Yes, Master Omen."\n\n"Heh, I doubt you remember how many it is, really. In a few years you'll be getting pounded by one of your sons and never think twice about it. You are a good little camp follower, aren't you?"\n\n"Yes, Master Omen, I try to be a good camp follower," you repeat back, since that's usually the easiest thing to do. Some spark of what passes for thought with you these days flits through your head, and you ask, "Since I'm a good camp follower, Master Omen, can I have some more Elf Shine...?"\n\n"When you've had the baby, of course," Master Omen answers, patting your heavy belly affectionately. After all, there's just as likely a chance it could be his.\n\n"Yes, Master Omen," you repeat, sighing in mingled disappointment and anticipation.\n\n"Until then, get on your knees and show me what a good camp follower you are."\n\nWithout hesitation and with the benefit of long practice, you lower yourself, heavily pregnant belly and all, to your knees. You wait obediently for the Master to fish out his cock, and then lean forward, sliding your mouth over it and starting to suck and lick, bobbing your head in the artful motions of hundreds of hours of practice.\n\n<b>Monk Cyan</b> end - <i>Camp Follower</i>

So it's a five year beach vacation? Well... probably not <i>really</i>, but serving out your sentence on a tropical island definitely doesn't sound too bad. You decide to apply for the island assignment, the box turning green as you tap it.\n\nNothing happens for so long afterwards that you start getting a little nervous. You let out a rush of breath in relief as the screen finally clears, new text scrolling onto it as the computer voice reads it. "Your application to Island 7 has been approved by Supervisor Kiala'maki'makuro. Upon landing, please follow the indicated signs to the Staff Administration Office. Prior to landing, please don the appropriate garb."\n\nA section of the wall near the floor slides open, revealing a small cubby with some folded cloth in it. Pulling it out reveals a pair of orange shorts that are slightly thicker than bike shorts, a sleeveless zip-up top that will leave your midriff bare in the same glaring color, and a pair of what look a lot like water shoes. Blushing a little at the obvious necessity to strip down in the little ship's room, you nevertheless pull off your temporary prison garb and squeeze yourself into the tight shorts, snug top, and the surprisingly well-fitting shoes... this place must have truly advanced technology if they've managed to create watershoes that don't fit and feel like ass. You're a little worried about the potential for cameltoe, and you realize your butt must be shown off to an insane degree... your boobs don't look half bad, er, are kind of highlighted too.\n\nAfter several apparent stops, the ship settles in and your door slides open. A small handful of other similarly-attired people (though the guys seem to be wearing snug tanktops instead of the zip-up tops) emerge from their rooms, glancing at each other (and some trying not to stare, others doing a bit of outright leering) as you all make your way down the ramp. The transport has set down on a large concrete landing pad, but even that is surrounded by planters and trees, the air warm and moist and fragrant, the sun bright overhead. You shade your eyes and glance around, thinking this place definitely looks like every Hawaiian resort you've ever seen on TV or imagined in your head all put together. Seeing that some of the others have already started down a concrete pathway marked by a sign reading 'Staff Admin Office', you set off as well.\n\nThe administration office looks more like a miniature island villa, complete with white columns and elaborate French doors, and a large garden area outside. As the group approaches, the door opens, and a very tall, very tan woman with long dappled blue and green hair steps out. She's wearing an incredibly skimpy red and green bikini, and as she pads barefoot towards the group, her extremely large breasts bounce energetically... all four of them.\n\n"Everyone! Welcome to Wanakini Island!" she declares cheerfully, resting her hands on her hips, as well as gesturing grandly around with her hands. Her lower pair of arms continue to rest on her curvaceous, practically bare hips as she keeps using the upper pair to accent her speaking. "More technically known as Island 7, but please don't refer to it that way, especially around any guests! This island houses various rehab facilities, but the largest and most prominent is the nearby Wanakini Resort," she continues, indicating the large, elegant hotel just visible above the trees from here. "Now, those of you who aren't familiar with Orison may be wondering, why is there an island resort on what is essentially a prison planet? Well, in part because this sort of place can teach you many valuable skills for your life out there in the galaxy, so obviously if we can have a place like this we should! But also because this resort provides a place for staff and civilians who live on Orison to have a nice break without needing to go off-planet, as well as a place for convicts who are doing well for themselves and earning a lot of local currency to be able to take a break! Everyone who works hard deserves to be pampered occasionally, after all!"\n\nShe beams at the group, then continues. "Alright, let's start getting you sorted into jobs so that I can get you to your more direct supervisors and you can undergo orientation. I'm sure you're all going to be very happy here. Everyone can have a seat on the benches and wait, let's start wiiith... you," she says, lifting one of her lower hands to point at you, then beckoning with the hand above it. "C'mon, there's a lot to do!"\n\nYou follow her into the office, which really looks exactly like you'd expect from a ritzy hotel supervisor's on an island paradise. Just inside the door she stops you, using all four hands to both deftly turn you a bit and snag what looks like a diving watch off the top of a filing cabinet, tapping it against your collar, then slipping it onto your wrist as the collar falls off and she takes it with another hand. "There we go, that's much nicer, don't you think?" She turns and makes her way over to her desk, her two full round buttocks jiggling almost as much as her four full round tits, then settles into her chair, absentmindedly adjusting the nameplate on the desk reading 'Sup. Kiala'maki'makuro'. "Alright, Miss Cyan LaChance," she says cheerfully as she starts typing at the computer. "Let's get you assigned to one of the island duties. Up at the resort, we have positions open in room service, food prep, entertainment, and mechanical. All of them would be wonderful at helping prepare you for a potential career in the hospitality industry!" she adds, tossing a glance and a smile towards you.\n\n"Let's see," she continues, hmming softly. "We also have some positions open in the fishing fleet... well, it's only a few ships, but of course we call it a fleet," she adds absently, cheerful even as she corrects herself. "And the beach maintenance division. But, if none of that appeals to you, you can always go to the wild side of the island!" she adds, looking up at you and grinning.\n\n"'Wild side'?"\n\n"Well, some people who have problems in society just need a break from it, or feel that maybe it's society that's the problem." The tall woman shrugs, her quadraboobs wobbling slightly from the motion. "The wild side of the island offers you a chance to live a rather primitive existence... you'll have access to basic information you need to help you survive, but other than that, you just get to live 'au naturale'. You catch your own food, you build your own shelter, you make your own schedule. The only rule there is that you aren't allowed to commit violence against any of the other people there. Otherwise you're free to do as you like! Survival skills are life skills after all. Every month you'll be contacted and asked if you'd like to return to the rest of the resort, so it's not as if we'd just leave you there forever either if it wasn't working out... and even the untamed portion of the island isn't so harsh that you're likely to die in a month."\n\nHm. You do have a lot of options, it looks like, at least. Maybe you should go to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... room service.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... food prep.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... entertainment.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... mechanical.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... the fishing fleet.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... beach maintenance.|GGOri]]\n\n[[... the wild side.|GGOri]]

Your name is Helen and you're a pretty adult woman with blonde hair pulled into a side ponytail, blue eyes, and a nice body (which you tend to cover with a white shirt, silk scarf tied in a bow with long tails, and a blue short skirt with matching blue light long jacket). You occasionally wear a small pair of silver-rimmed glasses, though they're mostly to accentuate your teacher-ly aesthetic.\n\nWhile many teachers put in the bare minimum to get their teaching certification, and the slightly more dedicated may actually get a degree in education, you yourself hold four different degrees, speak six languages, and keep up a constant regimine of self-study and continuing education so that you can comprehensively answer any possible questions a student might have rather than fobbing them off to a book or another teacher. You've spent several years since your (most recent) graduation doing your time in a local public school, where you've been Teacher of the Year for the entire state every year since you began, and you think it's time to move on... partly because you're fairly certain if you win that award again, the other teachers are going to help you into a car trunk.\n\nLuckily, all you really have to do is drop your name to a headhunting service and the offers start rolling in. Most of them are fairly standard, so you sort them out to the most interesting (and it helps that some of them are the best-paying too). All of them would involve moving, but that's definitely a bonus at this point (the last teacher's union meeting involved several Hoffa references and significant glances in your direction). So let's see, the best offers are...\n\n[[Fakkushiri High|HelenJPStart]] - One of Japan's many privately-owned high schools, the students actually had to test up to a certain level to be allowed in, which means that most of them probably already have college plans and thus wouldn't have to deal with too many unmotivated or uncaring students. It's even prestigious enough to actually seek students doing college-level work and labs!\n\n[[Aspareth's School|HelenUKStart]] - A boarding school in the UK. It seems to be some sort of special vocational training, but apparently they need someone to come and teach more general subjects like math and literature. You've always wanted to visit Europe, and apparently you'd get to live in an authentic castle! Plus you might be able to visit France at some point to connect with your roots.\n\n[[Xellent's School for Talented Young People|HelenNYStart]] - Another boarding school, albeit in upstate New York. Apparently it's a lot like Aspareth's, but different... you're not sure how, the brochures for both are rather talented at not getting too specific. Apparently "just" a mansion instead of a castle, but it promises cutting edge facilities and smaller class sizes than the UK school.

You step over to the area where it looks like Liam does his casting activities. There's various items you can sort of vaguely understand the idea of... what you think is a small melting furnace, a mixing station, a bunch of tools used for carving out molds. But mostly it's just a bunch of stuff in a wild variety of colors and apparent purposes.\n\nAnd looking at the various molds up close... oh yeah some of them are definitely of a lewd purpose. Opening one up, you blush a little at the interior cavity that is clearly and utterly obvious as a fairly large cock... with little letters carved into part of the mold block that read 'Julio'. Now mostly curious, you check a few more... 'David', 'Jamal', 'Aiden', 'Hiroshi'... and then start finding a set of shallower outer impressions that make you blush even more, labeled things like 'Kiersten', 'Ana', 'Lawanda', which are... well, they're obviously not dicks. Your eyes widen a little as you find one labeled 'Damien' that has an interior cavity that... well. The really big bulge at the base alone makes you think it wasn't a typical guy it was taken from. You do your best to put that one back exactly where you found it, so it's not obvious you found it. Whether or not Liam would be embarrassed as he said, that's a polite fiction you'd like to continue! \n\n"Heheh, checking out my little collection of molds, are we?"\n\nYou jump just a bit, looking rather guiltily over your shoulder (even though Liam told you to snoop). He seems to have returned just now, despite you not hearing the door. "Ah, yeah, I guess so. Are these, uh, all people you've... y'know?" you murmur, cheeks flaming.\n\n"Not <i>all</i>. Well, not all before I took the molds," Liam allows, snickering a bit as he walks over. "I mean I've fucked a lot of these people, if that's what you're asking," he declares breezily, picking up one of the blocks containing a cock mold... 'Hiroshi', you think... and tossing it a short distance from hand to hand. "Art students are very open-minded if you tell them you're doing something for an art project. In fact non-artists get pretty open about being willing to do things when you tell them it's for an art project too. And after some fun handling and rubbing and stroking and seeing the results, welllll, a string of things very often leads to another," he adds with a bit of a giggle.\n\n'Even with "Damien"?' you almost ask, but bite your tongue lightly, cheeks coloring again. You watch him set down the mold, and instead ask, "So you do a lot of casting work and stuff?"\n\n"Oh, yes, in fact I think it might be my favorite out of all the art styles I'm working with right now," Liam replies warmly, looking over the molds and casting equipment with twinkling eyes. "Not just for the potential naughty applications, you understand, but for all the various possibilities. And I think the symbolism of it, which might be even more than sculpting. With sculpting it's like... you're either chipping things away or forcing them into the shape you want, which can be fulfilling in its own way. But with casting, you're taking this gaping void, this nothing, and you're filling it up, pouring what you've made into it, taking something that was just a brick or a tube of goo and instead filling up the emptiness with it to make something." He pauses, then snickers. "Well, it wound up sounding like it's about sex again. But what do you think, Gwyn?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You think it's amazing!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[It's pretty cool, yeah.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Meh.|GwynLiam]]

If the space left in your bag was filled with tennis bracelets and pendants it would go waaaaay further than anything else! Grinning, you set off towards the upstairs hallway where the master bedroom is connected, avoiding further pressure plates and laser wires. Guyer has this hallway waaaay more secure than the one where his kids are... jackass.\n\nStill, once you actually get inside the bedroom, you know you're fairly safe... Lianna has to be free to move around the room herself even once the system is in 'late night' mode, after all. You glance over at the bed, using the mask's built-in sensors to check Lianna's breathing and heartrate... looks like she's nice and deeply asleep, covered by an expensive and soft-looking blanket. Wooonder what she's wearing under it?\n\nOf course, it's not like you have to try and catch a peek to see her in something sexy. Lianna's a model after all... specifically, a lingerie model. While your passing research has informed you that she's now mostly retired, she still does the occasional shoot, especially for ads targeted at mature married women. You pause in front of a small framed poster of what looks like her most recent shoot, a Valentine's Day ad that you definitely remember seeing in several magazines (and jerking off to, because damn). Lianna is posing in that way that doesn't quite make sense except in lingerie ads, leaned forward a bit with arms raised, red hair artfully disheveled, turquoise eyes heavy-lidded warm, subdued seductive smile in place, simple but obviously expensive gold earrings shown off as well. Her large breasts are hugged by lacy red satin with little bows on the straps, and she's bent forward and jutting out her hips at just enough of an angle to show off both the front of the matching panties and that the patterned back is see-through without it being too obvious to get into a proper mainstream ad.\n\n<img src="images/LiannaGuyer.jpg">\n\n'Damn, he seriously cheats on <i>her</i>?' you think, breaking away from staring at the poster to shake your head, mourning the state of poor Lianna's marriage even as you dump a few more of her possessions into your bag. You followed Guyer a few times just to make sure he didn't have some sort of remote activation thing for the security, and even caught a look at his mistress... skinny, no boobs to speak of, nose like an endangered condor and hair that looked like one of those cheap wigs women wear in bad spy movies. You guess it's true, for some guys the biggest turnoff about their wife is that she's their wife, and the biggest turnon about a woman that's not their wife is that she's not their wife. ... Jackass.\n\nYou pause in hacking the system for the main jewelry safe, and glance over towards the bed. You can't help but think... Lianna must be pretty, y'know. Pent up. Or whatever women get, is it still 'pent up' for them? You followed her a few times too and saw zero evidence she's cheating on her husband in return. Hm. Hmmmm. HMMMMMMM. ... Hm.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just grab the jewels and go.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Why not... pluck a different jewel? Heh, heh, heeeh.|PalCat]]

Slow down there. You take a few deep breaths, doing your best to calm Maya's racing heart. No need to go jumping off any erotic cliffs. There's plenty of fun to be had without doing anything like... that.\n\nYou sit down at Maya's computer and turn it on, and spend a little while looking through her files. Huh, so girls look up porn on the internet too, huh? That kind of blows your mind. You almost don't notice the distant sound of the door closing, but lift your head when you hear a car start and pull out. That's her dad leaving, yes!\n\nYou quickly shimmy the boyshorts down and off and lift the tanktop over Maya's tits, sitting back and starting to stroke two fingers along your pussy, your other hand on a perky bare breast, moaning lowly as you watch Maya's saved porn images scroll across the screen. Sure, they're pretty much all guys, but at this point you're pretty comfortable admitting that you're a fan of cock, and not ashamed to picture the hot guys Maya apparently prefers pushing her body down and pounding her pussy while you're occupying it.\n\nYou get yourself off once before deciding to take further advantage of this opportunity. You set up Maya's webcam to take pictures every other second, then stand up and step back, pulling off the tanktop completely. You strike a few poses, showing off Maya's naked body, arching your back to make her tits jut out, leaning them in close to the camera so they fill the little screen showing the image. Turning around, you wait a few moments to make sure it's gotten a few pics of her from behind, then bend forward and reach behind yourself, spreading Maya's asscheeks and baring her pucker to the camera and letting it get a few shots of that as well. After that it's another quick masturbation session, though this time you turn on the video record function and make sure to moan and gasp plenty, even throwing in a few murmurings of "Jamie!" here and there in a rather self-indulgent twist. Once you're done, you go through the files, select the best photos and the video to mail to your own email account, delete the sent mails and the files from Maya's computer, and congratulate yourself on the perfect crime.\n\nNow! Let's see, what to do. You could just continue to [[laze around and play with Maya's stuff|QOBook]] (which obviously includes her body), you could [[snoop around her house|QOBaalStart]] since you've never had the opportunity (or confidence) to do so before. Or... well, you do still kind of want to [[get fucked|QOBook]], there are other ways you could do that which aren't likely to come back and bite Maya, at least not as much as banging her own dad.

This all seems pretty nuts... school hasn't even officially started yet and you're getting caught up in weird science experiments? More likely Cal is just targeting someone else to mock and make fun of so he can seem top dog over someone, you'll show up and everyone will be there waiting to laugh at you. ... But what if it isn't? What if he's as sincere as he seems? This could finally, finally be a chance to leave 'Gwyn Stacey' behind for good, and maybe a whole lot more! Maybe it's ridiculous and nonsensical, but you can't resist. "Yeah... yeah, okay, I'll do it," you agree.\n\n"Great!" Cal pulls out his phone excitedly. "Give me your number, I'll text you directions to the science building. There's an entrance around the side that goes directly to the floor with my lab, I'll key you in when you get there. We need to wait until around midnight tomorrow night, but just think... by the morning after that, you and me could look like Chris Evans at his shaven-bodied, dehydrated, camera filtered best!"\n\nYou spend the entire next day waffling over whether to actually show up, and yet again going over your repeated worries that this is all ridiculous or some sort of humiliating prank, or maybe at best some sort of hazardous chemical test that will mess you up for life. But every time your thought of the years of teasing and abuse you've taken firms up your resolve, and in the dark of night you find yourself crossing the campus to the science building. It looks like a taller, even more upscale version of the SSC building, with shiny metal trimmings and opaque-seeming windows that seem to glow from the lower illumination. Still, there's no one around that you can see, and you circle around to the side just like Cal told you, quickly finding the the door he meant. Even before you approach you can hear a click and see it pop open slightly... inside is just a small room with an elevator door, which is already sliding open for you when you step inside. Wow, Cal really must have been waiting eagerly for you... well, at least that means he waited and didn't just reinvent himself without you.\n\nWhen the elevator doors open, Cal is indeed waiting for you, a labcoat pulled on over his usual frumpy clothing. He's practically vibrating with excitement. "I'm so glad you're here, Gwyn!" He starts leading you along. "If I'm honest, I've been ready to try this for weeks, but I guess if I'm still being honest, I was too scared to go through with it all by myself. But having someone with me who understands how... how frustrating it's all been..."\n\nYou can't help but give him a sheepish grin. "Yeah, guess I do." As the two of you walk into a lab area slightly smaller than a typical high school chemistry room, though slightly more spacious-seeming due to the more open area in the middle, you glance around. "So, what's this involve? Are there chambers, or...?"\n\n"No, no 'vita rays' or anything like that," Cal answers with a snicker, walking over to a table and picking up a small pair of cannisters about the size of soda cans. Each is about two thirds full of something oily looking... black, with a shiny, rainbow-like glint to the surface where the light touches it. "This is the catalyst. In fact, I'm just calling it 'Catalyst'."\n\n"Er... what is it?" you ask, bending forward a bit to look at one of the cannisters.\n\nCal hesitates, then admits, "I'm actually not entirely sure." At your sharp look, he hurries to add, "Look, I know what it does, pretty much, I've tested it thoroughly on animals and examined and refined its structure on a cellular level. It's just that the original somewhat degraded sample was brought into the Investigative Applied Sciences division as a mystery and I was the one assigned to look into it. It was my starting point, is all. These hook into these," he continues, gesturing to a pair of black rubber facemasks obviously designed to cover the mouth and nose, with something silvery and complex-looking attached to the lower left side where it would fit against the lower jaw. "It renders the mixture aerosol in a way that's perfectly safe. The absolute worst it might do is be like getting a faceful of hairspray, even after the full treatment."\n\nYou still feel a bit dubious, but nod in agreement and straighten up, taking one of the cylinders when Cal hands it to you and following his lead in picking up a mask and a clear rubber hose. The two of you walk over to a pair of office chairs that Cal apparently brought in just for this and settle into them, with you following Cal's example in hooking up the tube between the cylinder and mask. "So how does this work? We just breathe it, and...?"\n\n"It unlocks inner potential, maybe even 'the real you', so it's definitely kind of Captain America stuff," Cal says smugly, obviously imagining himself in star-spangled tights once he looks like a Hollywood action hunk. "I have this theory, too..."\n\n"This all sounds like theory," you note, frowning a bit at the mask, before shrugging and pulling it on, adjusting it a bit to get more comfortable.\n\n"Okay, but this is more of an abstract theory, I guess. Some of the stuff I tried with it that made it more stable brings the aerosol form more in line with chemicals already present in the human brain. So I think maybe your state of mind can affect the changes it causes. I can't exactly test that though... like when a rat gets more muscular or healthier or smarter or something after I give it a dose of the gas, sure, but I can't exactly measure what the rat was thinking about, can I? So just, y'know... relax, breathe, and think good thoughts," he says before fixing his own mask in place and pressing a button on the hose attachment.\n\nAfter a moment's hesitation, you press the same button on your own mask and settle back in the chair, letting it lean back. Okay, relax yourself. Breathe in deeply... the stuff doesn't smell <i>too</i> bad, not exactly pleasant but it's sort of tingly and spicy, a bit like breathing the steam over a pot of curry that's just had the coconut milk added to it. Okay, think good thoughts, think good thoughts, like about how when this treatment is finished, you'll be-\n\n<hr>\n[[-sexy as hell.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[-more you than ever.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[-a sexual beast.|GwynAlpha1x1]]\n\n[[-powerful and awe-inspiring.|SuperGwyn1x1]]\n\n[[-high as fuck holy shit hahahahahahaaaaa|GasGwyn1x1]]

Swallowing hard, you take a deep breath, then plunge downward. It's... thicker than water, but you can still manage to push down through it, even as it encloses around your head, encasing your entire body in semisolid slime. As you much expected, you feel a pressure at your lips, and they're soon forced apart by a pseudopod that starts stuffing itself down your throat, wriggling and squirming all the while. The slime fucking your throat, ass, and cock finally pushes you over the edge and you start cumming, your load passing through the pseudopod stuffed down your dickhole like a straw and spreading out to be absorbed by the slime itself.\n\nStill, you manage to grab the little item at the bottom after a few gropes for it, and push yourself back up to the surface. Your head comes clear, but a long tentacle of good continues sloppily thrusting into your mouth even as you turn and begin making your way back to shore. You mmmf and gulp around it, belly swelling out even more as you make your way back, until your head is apparently far enough above the surface that it finally pulls out and collapses back into the rest of the goo pond. It continues fondling your cock and balls and pumping into your ass almost until you're out of it up to your knees, before finally dropping away as you stagger into ankle-depth. You twist and collapse onto the ground, panting and shuddering. Your scalemail loincloth lays askew, goo-streaked cock jutting upward, balls heavy and overfull.\n\n"Ah! Jamie!" Mallory squeaks, dropping to his knees beside you. He looks you over, then tsks. "Well... gotta get this out." He reaches over and wraps his hand around your cock, starting to pump it quickly, making you gasp and arch your hips up as the leather on his palm and his hot, smooth fingers rub across you. With all the stimulation you've been given, it's not long before you're jutting your hips and cumming... a long fountain of green slime, spattering it all over the place, twitching and spasming as Mallory also gently pushes on your belly and sends the rest of the built-up slime gushing out of your ass. "Feel better?" he asks cheerfully.\n\n"I... need a shower," you groan, sitting up slowly. You look down at your hand, finding a strangely immaculate bracelet of shiny, delicate silver links joining multiple diamond-studded nine-pointed stars to make a bracelet. You let out a relieved breath... you got it!\n\nSoon the two of you have found a little rock outcropping and Mallory summons a miniature raincloud to give you your shower. It's a bit strange to be standing naked out in the middle of open country, but then what about this isn't strange? Heck, the open country is cracked, reddish dried soil and a hand of weirdly-curling dead trees. You stroke your hands along your body, clearing off the slime, shivering at your skin feeling sensitive and a little goosebumpy after being submerged in the stuff... your hand falls to your stiff cock and starts stroking it. Well... got to make sure Mallory got <i>all</i> the slime out, after all!\n\nOnce you've spent a load across the rocks and finished rinsing off, you step away from the cloud, drying almost instantly in the hot air. You step around the rock, and Mallory helps you get dressed back in your scalemail bikini and swordbelt... and clips the bracelet around your wrist. "Much as I'd like to take a rest and fuck you for a little while, I'm still really nervous about having you out here while you're a human. We'd better continue on to the next item, the Coat of Passage."\n\n"Alright," you reply with a tired nod, taking his hand again as the two of you set off.\n\nIt seems like more hours of walking, but eventually the two of you approach a large rock face rising out of the otherwise featureless plain. "There," Mallory says, pointing at a cave. "The Coat of Passage is supposed to be in the-"\n\nBoth of you jump as there's a sound like thunder... repeatedly overlapping. And then an immense figure comes to stand in the mouth of the cave... easily two or even three times the height of you both, it looks like a cross between a human and a ram, his body covered in shaggy hair, his face pushed out into a muzzle, curling horns at the sides of his head, and hooved feet. And an absolutely, ridiculously immense set of hanging furry balls and a large sheath above them. Most of him is colored a brownish cream, but there's a large black star design on his chest. "What? You come seeking the Coat of Passage?"\n\n"Yes!" Mallory manages after a moment. "I'm descended from the line of Magoria! I have the knowledge of the vault, and the right to ask for the Coat of Passage!"\n\n"Very well then. I am a Scion of Astaroth, imbued with the Coat of Passage." He smirks a bit, reaching down and rubbing a massive hand over his balls.\n\n"Is... is he saying that the Coat of Passage is his <i>cum</i>?" you whisper to Mallory with a tilt of the head, eyes wide.\n\n"... Ram Demons are some of the most sexually potent creatures on the lower planes. One this big and old, his cum would be a super-addictive aphrodisiac," Mallory whispers back, looking dubious. "He might be trying to trick us into becoming his cum-addled slaves."\n\n"Yeah, but Mallory, look," you add, raising your wrist to show the bracelet, giving it a little jingle to emphasize the nine-pointed stars that look just like the fur pattern on the ram's chest.\n\n"... Right. So he could really be a Scion of Astaroth, and if so he's bound to give us the Coat of Passage and let us go unaltered. I'm... not sure. Jamie, what do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[He's a Scion.|QOInc2x9]]\n\n[[He's not.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Question him.|QOInc]]

"Your information didn't lead us wrong when it sent us to the slime puddle," you say after a moment. "If it says the Coat of Passage is here, and he's got the mark, I think we've got to take the chance."\n\n"Yeah, guess you're right." Mallory clears his throat, then calls over, "Alright, Scion! We'll accept the Coat!"\n\n"I thought you might," he rumbles, his hooves shaking the ground with every step as he descends from the cave. He moves over to a vaguely throne-like clump of stones near the bottom and settles onto it, chin on one fist, legs spread wide. The 'throne' is rather low, low enough to let his massive balls drape until they almost brush the ground. "Come and get it, then," he rumbles, with a low chuckle like a distant rockslide.\n\nYou exchange a glance with Mallory, and after a moment you both shrug. Why would you have expected anything else? Both of you move over to the Scion and settle to your knees in front of his sack... the whole demon is enormous and his balls are huge even in comparison to the rest of him... the one in front of you is almost as big as your whole torso! You lean forward and begin rubbing your hands over it as Mallory does the same, both of you stroking and caressing. Mallory leans in and begins nuzzling around the large sheath and after a moment you follow his example, even giving a few licks against the surprisingly soft fur. As you lean in the smell hits you... deep and rich and musky and somehow almost sweet. \n\nThe smell is quite literally intoxicating, wrapping around your brain and quickly eroding what was left of your reticence about your task. You and Mallory both begin giving soft, cooing moans as you press in closer to those big, furry balls, rubbing yourselves against them and rubbing your faces against the base of the sack and that sheath. Your cock has grown stiff and lifted your loincloth, and without a second thought you undo it and your swordbelt and toss both aside so you can press your cock up against the Scion's sack, rubbing yourself against it. Mallory's long, thick shaft is jutting out of his panties, which are left cupping his large balls as he too writhes against one of the bigger demon's testicle.\n\nGradually that thick-furred sheath swells, and then begins to slip out its glistening red package, the Scion's inhuman cock slowly emerging and jutting out over both of your heads. 'Person-sized' seems one of the only really fitting adjectives for it... you can't even imagine that thing inside you, but you find yourself wanting it inside you all the same. You and Mallory both rise up to your feet and begin stroking your hands along it almost worshipfully, leaning in to lick it, caress it with your tongues, kiss it. Mallory wraps his leather-sheathed arms around it and begins stroking it back and forth while you move to kiss and lick closer to where it emerges from the sheath, your eyes rolled up to look up at the Scion through your lashes. You both rub your bodies against the slick length, moaning and gasping, occasional little gasps of "It's so big!" and "I want it, I wish it was in me" escaping one or the other of you.\n\nFinally the Scion gives a low grunt and thumps a hoof against the ground, enough to send you both stumbling to collapse on the ground in front of him, sprawled braced back on your hands with your legs spread and cocks jutting up in front of you. He reaches down and gives his huge cock a single stroke before it begins going off like an actual geyser, streamers made of what must each be a gallon of cum splashing across you and Mallory, splatting heavily and coating your bodies. Both of you squeal loudly, jerking your hips frantically in need as you're gradually covered in a thick layer of cum, enough to obscure your features and turn you both into gooey white messes.\n\nMallory lurches towards you and bends you forward, his cum-coated body splurching against yours, his cock making a squelching noise as it plunges into your ass. You gurgle happily through the layer of demon jizz covering your mouth as your lover begins pounding away at you frantically, your seed-glazed dick dripping on the dirt and adding some o your own cum to that already coating you. After several minutes Mallory topples back and you quickly wheel around, pressing gooily atop him and thrusting into his ass in turn. The Scion watches you both mindlessly fucking each other, almost idly stroking his own cock as he observes, occasionally sending a few more bucketfuls of potent demonic cum out to keep both of you completely covered.\n\nYou're don't remember passing out, but you're waking up all of a sudden, blinking and looking around blearily... there's no sign of the Scion of Astaroth, even his cave seems to be gone. You look down at yourself... you're still wearing just your scalemail bikini top, but otherwise you seem to be clean. You turn to the equally immaculate Mallory and give his shoulder a shake. "Mallory! Mallory!"\n\n"Mmmf." He sits up and rubs at his eyes a bit, yawning, then blinking repeatedly. He does much the same look around that you did, then hunhs. "Well... I guess the Coat of Passage wasn't so much a magic item as... a spell contained in the Scion's cum." He clambers to his feet, looking at his hands. "I can sort of sense it... it's become a part of our auras. It might have overwhelmed just a normal demon, but since my aura was bonded to yours while we fucked..."\n\nYou get up as well, moving over to where you set aside your loincloth and swordbelt. "It's a lot easier to breathe, too, and I don't feel so... wrong," you add. "I think it helped adapt me to this place a little." As you're in the midst of bending to retrieve your things, you gasp a little as you feel Mallory press up behind you, the sound turning into a moan as he pushes his cock into your ass.\n\n"Jamiiiiie," he practically whines as he begins thrusting slowly, his pace quickly growing faster though as he moans in your ear. "That cock was sooooo biiiiiig!"\n\n"Oh, oh fuck, it was," you groan back, reaching between your legs to seize your own and start stroking it, bracing your other hand against a rock. "It was so big, I think it was bigger than me, fuuuuck!"\n\n"I want a cock that big in me," Mallory gasps out as he desperately fucks your ass. "I want a cock that big stuffed inside me while I fuck your pussy, Jamie, I love you, I love cocks!"\n\n"I love you and I love cocks too!" Well, you guess that's probably pretty romantic for a sex-crazed race of demons.\n\n<hr>\n[[On to the vault.|QOInc2x10]]

"... Alright," you murmur, and somehow it's like a bit of a weight is lifted off of you to obey him. You lean forward onto hands and knees, your cotton-hugged tits wobbling a bit under you as you crawl over to the side of the bed and in between Maya's legs. You rest your hands on his thighs and then slowly lean forward, hesitating for just a moment before slowly licking your way up the shaft. You can hear Maya give a low moan, and both the feel of his cock on your tongue and the sound of that moan sends a pleasurable shiver all through you, your new pussy starting to puff up a bit. You lean in a bit more and start licking at the shaft, dragging your tongue up it before dipping back down to start closer to the bottom each time.\n\n"Mmm, yeah, fuck, that's right," Maya grunts, resting a hand on your head and stroking your long brown hair. "Suck my balls too, baby," he orders, the words seeming to come to him as naturally as anything.\n\nYou can feel your face... and your pussy... heat more, but you do as you're told, ducking your head down and starting to work your tongue over the loose, smooth white skin of his balls, finally sucking one of them into your mouth and rolling your tongue around it. After a few moments of sucking and licking his sack, his hand urges you back up, tugging you up his length and then forward. Obeying even the unspoken commands, you part your lips and slide them down over his cock, moaning a little as the spongey head fills your mouth. You bob your head up and down, and you keep expecting to gag on it, but weirdly even as it presses to the back of your throat you're able to take it down without any problems.\n\n"That's right, suck my fucking cock," Maya almost growls, fingers griping a bit tighter in your hair. "I bet you've always dreamed of having some big-titted slut suck your cock, haven't you? Well now you're the big-titted slut with a cock down her throat, aren't you?"\n\nYou moan your agreement to both, unable to help yourself as you eagerly deepthroat the stiff prick between your lips. Maya leans forward, grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and then yanking, making you gasp around his cock as your boobs come spilling free, stiff nipples capping big puffy areola now on display. He gives a few more yanks to get the tattered remnants of the shirt off of you, then sits back again, heated eyes watching you slurp and gulp at his prick as if you couldn't get enough of it. He lasts for quite awhile, much longer than you ever have jerking off, before yanking on your head, pulling you up until just the tip is between your lips before he starts to flood your mouth with cum. "Swallow it, swallow it," he demands hoarsely, and you do with a will, your throat working visibly as you gulp his load down.\n\nHis cock doesn't soften in the slightest though, and once he's done he pulls you off of him and stands. Leaning down and picking you up as if you weighed practically nothing, he tosses you on the bed, making you give out a gasp as you land on your front, already partly on hands and knees. He grabs for your jeans, yanking them off and over your beautifully feminine hips and ass, freeing the rounded curves and padding from the tight jeans meant for boys. It's obvious what he means to do, but you're not sure you could stop him even if you could gather the will to want to. Maya climbs up onto the bed behind you, gripping his cock with one hand and a handful of your ass with the other, rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your dripping slit, before slamming forward into you, making you yowl in pleasure as you're filled up with cock.\n\n"Yeah, you love this, don't you bitch?" Maya growls as he grabs at your hips and begins pounding away at you, making your tits bounce heavily under you. "Being fucked in your hot little pussy by a big fat cock, just like you've imagined fucking girls, you love being the one taking it in your sodden cunt, don't you?"\n\n"Unh, yeah!" you gasp out, barely able to string together even that much as a coherent thought as you have your first orgasm as a female, your pussy squeezing and gushing around Maya's cock even as he continues to slam it into you. The muscular man fucking you leans forward and grabs your swaying tits with both hands, making you mewl eagerly as he starts kneading them, the angle making his hips really slap against your ass. It feels so good being fucked, being used, being taken by this big strong beast of a boy, the way he's just using your pussy to pleasure himself!\n\nMaya groans and grunts as he pounds away at you, his balls swinging forward to slap against your crotch. His strong hands really work your tits over, fingers pinching at your stiff nipples and making you cum around his cock again. "That's right, bitch, get ready for it," he gasps, and you can feel his prick throbbing inside you. With a little flash of clarity amidst the pleasure, you realize what's about to happen.\n\n<hr>\n[["No, don't, stop! Don't cum in me!"|QOBook]]\n\n[["No, don't stop, don't! Cum in me!"|QOBook]]\n\n<small>This is why enunciation is important, everybody.</small>

The next day is even quieter than usual... in fact things go so smoothly you have to wonder if there was a bit of manipulation there, where everything is just seeming particularly normal because the incubus couldn't drum up the concentration to twist it into perversity. You reflect that spring break is drawing to its end as you pass the time (today deciding to wear your panties under your jeans), and wonder how this odd little relationship(?) will continue or change when you're having to get up and go to school the next day. You suppose it doesn't have to, but it feels very weird to think of going to high school classes in the day after spending the night getting fucked by a (really kind of adorable) demon.\n\nAs is the usual now, you get dressed in the rest of your lingerie that night, carefully checking that the door is closed and dimming the lights. When you turn around, you're surprised to see that Mal is already standing there... and wearing some lingerie of his own. It's deep black of course, a babydoll top with a lacy part that hugs his chest and a translucent drape around the sides, and satin-fronted, black rose lace-topped panties hugging up against the bulge of his cock. His stockings look more like leather, though, hugging his legs a bit more like boots, though they leave his heels and toes bare. He's got black lace shoulder-high gloves on as well, his fingers left bare. He's even got on a lacy black choker, and as you watch his tail lashes nervously through the air behind him and he rubs a toe against the floor, fingering the edge of the babydoll's drape as he glances aside. "... Hi." Apparently noticing he's fiddling with his babydoll, he drops it quickly... then begins swirling a piece of his long black hair around his finger instead.\n\n"Hi Mal," you greet, trying not to smile too much since he seems so nervous.\n\n"Well. Y'know. Since you went and wasted your wish on a stupid kiss, like an idiot, I felt sort of dumb about it too, so I thought I'd... at least dress up for you some," he mutters, squirming in place.\n\n"It's really pretty," you reply, letting your smile grow as you look him up and down, unable to help your eyes lingering briefly on the bulge in his panties, but the rest is just as adorable. "Thank you for doing this for me, since you didn't have to, it's... well, it's sweet."\n\nHis head jerks up some, the red of his cheeks intensifying and his tail briefly sticking out straight. "It didn't exactly take a ton of effort!" he huffs, then looks up at you through his lashes, adding in a sulky mutter, "And, um... and I thought... if you wanted... y'know... since you didn't get much mileage out of your wish... that... you could... just for tonight..." He trails off into muttering, hunching his shoulders and looking down.\n\n"Huh?" You blink some, stepping closer and leaning in, hands tucking behind your back. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you."\n\n"Nnnnnh." He presses his lips together and clenches his fists so tight his whole body trembles, before he points at you and blurts, "You... you can be on top tonight!"\n\n... Oh!\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|QOInc2x3]]\n\n[[Bottom again.|QOInc]]

"Um. Wow." You blush brightly yourself, your cock hardening further inside your panties as you start doing some of your own squirming. "Well, I... I guess I'd kind of like that. I mean, it will be something different, and... and I want to try new things with you, so..."\n\n"Oh geeeez," Mal groans, rubbing his face with both hands, then huffing and stepping forward. "Just shut up, you idiot," he mutters before kissing you again. You mmf a bit in surprise, then close your eyes and slide your arm around him. His tongue slides into your mouth again, and you can feel it shift as he moans from your hands stroking over his back and then sliding down to squeeze his ass. He returns the favor, hands stroking over your butt and then around, fondling your balls and stiff cock through the material of your panties, making you whimper softly.\n\nAfter a few minutes of making out, Mallory pulls away... to sink down to his knees, visibly biting his lower lip as he pulls down the front of your panties and lets your cock spring free. He leans in and drags his dark, purplish tongue along it, making you shiver at the extremely hot and very wet feel of it on your sensitive prick. He ducks his head a bit further forward, nuzzling at your balls and then stroking his tongue along them, before it darkens further, turning truly black as it thins and lengthens. It's a little startling, almost making you jump, but you're quickly distracted by the way it begins curling around your balls, occasionally wrapping at the base and squeezing them, making you gasp.\n\nOnce he's played with your balls for awhile, he draws back and slides his lengthened, fork-tipped tongue up the length of your cock, his red eyes rolled up to watch your face as he does. Getting to the tip, he slides his mouth back down over it so smoothly that it may as well be him saying 'What the hell is a gag reflex?', leaving you trembling at the feel of his throat around your cock. Of course once he coils that long tongue in a spiral and gives your prick a squeeze with it, you can't hold back and longer and give a long moan as you start spilling your load down his throat. He gulps it down easily enough, but obviously isn't done with you. He begins bobbing his head smoothly, cheeks hollowing a little as he sucks, that tongue squeezing and stroking up and down along your shaft, those glowing red eyes watching your face all the while.\n\nWith that combination of a really expert blowjob and (what feels like) a really expert handjob, it's not surprising that over the next handful of minutes he wrings two more orgasms out of you, each time swallowing a little harder and faster as your cum spurts into his mouth. After that he pulls away, mouth drawing off of you first and then tongue uncoiling, pulling back into his mouth and presumably resuming its default shape. He stands up, hesitates briefly as if considering his next move, then makes his way to the bed. You turn to watch as he clambers up onto it on his knees, then bites his lower lip as he slides his panties down and around his knees. Leaning forward to rest on his chest, he reaches back with one hand to spread his asscheek, showing off his red pucker to you. "W-well, c'mon! Don't you wanna fuck my pu-..." He squirms in embarrassment, then glances aside, pooching his lips out again as he mutters, "... Fuck my pussy."\n\nGiggling, which only makes him give another little huff, you climb up onto the bed behind him. You nudge his hand away to stroke your own hands over his ass, squeezing and working it, watching his tail squirm and lash in response. You lean forward over him and kiss one of the points of his ears (actually making him whimper) before you shift and finally nudge your cock up against his asshole. You slowly start pushing inside, both of you gasping almost in unison, you from the feeling of finally knowing what it's like to penetrate instead of be penetrated. You keep going forward slowly, taking your time and enjoying how hot and tight he is, your hands sliding up and down his belly and then pushing up the top of his babydoll, toying with his nipples gently.\n\n"Ohyes, oh fuck," Mallory whimpers as you start working your hips, the demon gradually abandoning himself like you once did as your merely mortal and rather more modest cock thrusts into his ass. "J-Jamie, you feel really good in my pussy, oh, oh, your fingers, ah!" he gasps out as you lightly tweak the stiff nubs of his nipples, then swirl your fingertips around the surprisingly puffy areola surrounding them. He whimpers loudly as you gradually pick up the pace, until he cries out and splashes one of his typical thick, voluminous loads against your sheets, his asshole tightening and trembling around you, setting you off with your own cry as you fill him with cum. You pull out and, taking the lead for the first time, push him over onto his back, determined to take him like he's taken you so many times... with one little difference of course. As you slide between his legs and push into his ass to start fucking him like a girl, you lean forward and kiss him deeply again, the two of you moaning and gasping in rather feminine tones as you fuck him, his big demon cock rubbing against your belly until it finally goes off and smears the both of you with his seed, you painting his own ass again shortly after.\n\n<hr>\n[[And thusly for several hours.|QOInc2x4]]

"Let's get out of the house before they wake up," you suggest. "We'll leave a note saying there's an early sale we wanted to hit at an electronics store, and that way we can mentally prepare ourselves."\n\n"We need to go to the electronics places anyway, so yeah, good deal," Sapphire agrees in a relieved tone.\n\nSoon the two of you are walking down the sidewalk, gaits still matching near-perfectly. There's hardly anyone out, though you do notice a few double-takes... no one you really know, so probably just people reacting to the sight of identical twins. Eventually Sapphire speaks up, "The computer's a hard one."\n\n"Hm? Oh, yeah," you agree. "On the one hand all our stuff is on the one we've got now, it's set up just the way we like it, and the other person would have to set up new accounts and stuff anyway."\n\n"On the other, any new computer is gonna be at least a little bit better than our old one, so the person who does that gets an upgrade." She considers, then shrugs. "We could just flip for it, but instead of the winner deciding, the caller gets the old computer. That way both of us get something out of it."\n\nYou nod, thinking.\n\n<hr>\n[[Seems a good idea.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Maybe you can both get a new one.|GGAlien2x8]]

"Maybe you shouldn't," you decide, shifting forward a bit. "I don't think I can do this after all."\n\n"Oh, uh, yeah, okay," Jake says, quickly taking his hands off of you and scooting back. "I mean, I don't, I'm not, I... sorry, sorry."\n\n"Apology accepted, and-"\n\nYou're interrupted by a pulse of red light from above and a loud <i>gehnnnnnnnnnn!</i> noise, right before everything flashes and goes white again. When your vision clears, you find yourself floating in midair, silver shackles around your wrists, ankles, and waist holding you in a spread-eagled position facing the floor, your tits hanging down below you and your hair cascading down your shoulders. Despite the manacles having no support, you're as immobile in midair as if you were held up with metal bars and a support system, and pulling on them and struggling causes no more than some jiggling and swaying of your boobs as you shift your shoulders in place. A look around confirms that the room is truly cavernous... you more have a sense of a ceiling and walls far in the distance than any real view of them. You might as well be outside!\n\nYour attention is yanked back forward as part of the floor slides away, and a new section of it bearing... something... elevates into view. It's about four feet tall and made of something grey and slick-looking. Actually, it vaguely reminds you of something you think you saw on a cartoon years and years ago. Except as said, this thing is grey, not blue, and is a uniform thickness all the way down instead of tapered in the middle. But it has the same sort of stubby nailless toe-like things sticking out from around its base, the same featureless arms at its sides, and eyes and a mouth that look more drawn-on than anything.\n\n"Gotta say, really disappointed in you," the creature says in surprisingly clear English, though there's a weird accent that you couldn't possibly compare to anything else. "You were doing so well, and then all of a sudden bam, it all grinds to a halt."\n\nYou stare at the weird alien for a moment, then sniff haughtily and turn your head away a bit. "Consent is very important."\n\n"What do you think this is, some game about virtue signaling sex demons?" the alien scoffs, turning aside and manifesting an eyebrow over one of its eyes just to raise it.\n\n"... Are you staring into the camera like you're on <i>The Office</i>?" you ask, giving it a disbelieving stare.\n\n"What no that would be silly." The alien coughs rather unconvincingly, then points at you with one of its fingerless (and for that matter, handless) arms. "Listen, human woman, you've blueballed not just the human male, but all of us that were watching in the observation sphere. You should apologize to all of us for the cockteasing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Apologize.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[That's ridiculous!|HollyXmas]]

Hm... too much open area between the two of you, too much in the way, too much that can happen. You need to wait for a better opportunity.\n\nYou glance around your immediate area, and notice a rack of dresses nearby. Snagging one without leaving the slight shadows cast by the racks themselves, you hold the security device to your wrist computer to deactivate it and make it fall off, then strip the rest of the tags off before pulling it on. You retract your suit into a pair of boots and some restraining panties and a bra (to make yourself look less endowed in multiple ways) and up the stealth field on the Vulcanizer beyond the normally player-allowed maximum, then saunter out, casually looking over the racks yourself while keeping Britanny in the corner of your field of vision.\n\nYou keep calm and plenty distant, not wanting to tip her off... after all, if you get too close she might even smell that something's a bit off about you, such as a blend of male and female scents. You're actually a little afraid she'll smell your arousal when she wanders into the lingerie section and starts looking around, and you can't help but imagine that big, slutty, amazonian furry body wearing some of the selections on display. (Boy this place has some... daring... options for bras and panties for a department store. Well, it is <i>your</i> adaptive programming that made this place after all.) \n\nYou can't help but lick your lips as she selects several sets of lingerie and then heads into the dressing room, pulling the curtain closed after her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now's the perfect time!|CapBrit-Plush1x2]]\n\n[[Wait until she comes out.|CapBrit-Plush]]

Well. Nothing wrong with a little fanservice, right? And it's not like you're going to go completely crazy with it. Just, y'know, show off a little bit.\n\nYou pull on a plain black thong to prevent cameltoe, and then over that you put on a pair of black and red spandex shorts, and a matching sleeveless, high-collared sleeveless top that zips up the front and has built-in support like a sports bra. You add some basic martial arts slippers and then step over in front of the mirror to turn back and forth, examining yourself. The shorts are tight enough that you can see some of the line of your panties in front... but not in back, obviously, where it conforms closely to the shape of your ass. The support of the top also lifts and separates some, showing off your chest more than you really thought it would... maybe it's the combination of it and the tight shorts that really calls attention to it. You don't just look sexy, you look on display, and almost rethink the idea and change, but realize you don't really have time, you'll have to go as you are!\n\nYou head out the door to find one of the weird guys in robes waiting for you, and he bows and turns to lead you to the site of your fight, although you think you catch a little leer on his lips as he rises and turns at the same time, but you weren't sure enough to call him out on it. You follow along through a number of stone hallways, eventually hearing howling and cheering coming from ahead. He draws to one side and gestures you ahead, and you step out into a largish ring that's at the bottom of a bowl-shaped room, the stands packed with people of all descriptions, a mixture of what must be more locals like the guy in robes (to judge by the fact that their outfits all include hoods, masks, or both) and also other participants at Hell Kore waiting on their next match. There are definitely a lot of people packed into those stands, all of them cheering at the sight of you, or jeering, and some are even shouting less than sportsmanlike comments on your body, making you fight back a blush.\n\nYou've been to tournaments that must have technically had vastly larger viewerships than this... via television. This crowd, though, is much larger, and also far rowdier, than any in-person audience you've ever fought in front of, and you're suddenly acutely aware of how many of them must be staring at your tits and ass hugged by the black and red spandex covering them. You resist the urge to squirm and instead turn your attention to the other two figures in the ring. One is, you suppose, technically not in the ring, but sitting in a stone chair sort of carved halfway between the arena floor and the stands, wearing elaborate black steel armor and a hood even more all-consuming than the one of the guy that led you here... that must be the "Dark Judge" that was mentioned earlier. He definitely gives you a sort of creepy feeling, like some sort of... Ringwraith or something, except actually real and sitting there watching you. The other person is actually already standing in the ring... he looks like he's Chinese, and maybe a few years younger than you, young enough that you sort of have to wonder what he's doing at such a high-level tournament. Still, he's obviously fit and practiced, golden skin oiled up lightly and gleaming over sleek muscles, his long black hair held back by an orange headband and his lower half covered by baggy orange pants.\n\nThe servant that showed you the way in leans to the side and speaks into a hole in the wall, his voice coming amplified from above... obviously the old-school equivalent of a PA system to allow him to be heard over the din of the crowd. "The prize for the loser of this fight, should they submit, is a chest full of flawless rubies."\n\nHuh. You admit you have to wonder how big of a chest and how big the rubies are, but still, if they're really flawless, the answer whatever it is would leave you well-off for the rest of your life. The young man, however, looks grim, and puts his fist to his palm before bowing slightly to you. "I cannot buy my temple's safety only with rubies. I do not wish to hurt you, but I cannot lose here."\n\nHoo boy. You've actually, authentically encountered someone who's fighting to save his home and everyone that lives there. Because he's either telling the truth or is the best actor you've ever heard of, his expression is way too earnest to be entirely full of bullshit. Now you kind of feel bad... this is just a tournament and maybe some prize money to you, but it seems like everything to him. Maybe you could, y'know, let him win? On the other hand, the idea of throwing a match really sticks in your craw, you've never done it before and you don't know what you'd think of yourself if you started now... and besides that 'I do not wish to hurt you' sort of ticked you off too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw the match.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Fight to win.|HellKore3x2]]

You just can't throw a fight... your own pride, and yeah, your honor demands that you do your best to win. Hopefully he understands that as well... maybe if you win you can do something to help his temple or whatever, and either way he'll have a bunch of rubies if he submits... on second thought, you consider as you look in his dark eyes, you really doubt he's going to submit even if he's in a hopeless situation. \n\n<b>"Fighters, prepare yourselves."</b>\n\nWhoa. You resist the urge to stare towards the Dark Judge. You wonder if that's a trick of accoustics like the stone-age PA or if he's got some sort of throat mic hooked up. Anyway, you give a slight bow in return to the young monk's earlier gesture, and then settle into your fighting stance, while he starts to bounce around like an excited puppy with a serious face, his hands held out and loosely in front of him.\n\n<b>"Begin!"</b>\n\nYou're not too surprised when the monk comes in at you with a series of kicks. That energetic movement style was way too obvious at saying he liked to keep his legs mobile. You duck and block, able to mostly take the punch out of his kicks (heh), but even if he's a little too flashy and overly enthusiastic because of his youth, he's definitely got power behind his movements. ... Phrasing. Ahem. Telegraphed or not, those kicks have impact on them, so you quickly move in closer, forcing his range to shorten as you use quick jabs and thrusts of your own knees to force him to use his obviously less-practiced punches and go on the defensive.\n\nUnfortunately, it looks like your judging of his overconfidence and inexperience may have betrayed some of your own. Once you're getting into the groove of striking with jabs, he leans back a little and lets you extend just a little farther on one of your strikes. Then he grabs your arm and yanks, twisting you to put your back to him and putting you in a modified full nelson before almost instantly dropping forward onto the ground. The impact against the arena floor and his body on top of you drives the air from your lungs, disorienting you pretty badly with the impact.\n\n<b>"Acknowledge your defeat!"</b> the voice of the Dark Judge booms. <b>"Submit!"</b>\n\nDamn! The monk has you pretty dead to rights, if you understand the rules you only have a certain amount of time to break out and show you're capable of fighting on before you'll lose the match, and the prize if you don't submit! And amidst that thought, you notice something... specifically something rather stiff pressing against your ass. To judge from the sudden heat near your neck, the monk is blushing like mad at his reaction to being pressed up on top of you.\n\nOkay, so... it looks like you have two options. You can either submit and lose the fight... or you can use your ass to get yourself back in the match.\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|HellKore5x1]]\n\n[[Grind.|HellKore3x3]]

No way you're losing like this, not when you have even one option left, even if it obviously isn't by-the-books fighting. Keeping your body stiff and taut, making it obvious you're not giving up, you lift your hips and start grinding your spandex-clad ass against that hardness you feel rubbing against it. You hear the monk gasp, his body shuddering, his grip loosening just the slightest bit before he tries to firm it back up... even as you can feel his cock getting a little bit firmer under his pants as well. Oh geez, he's probably a virgin! Well... good for you, in this instance.\n\nYou manage to lift your hips more and find enough wiggle room to use a back and forth stroke, feeling him shudder on top of you again. Your motions are blatantly sexual now, and you suddenly realize from the hooting and cheering of the crowd that it must be obvious to all of them what you're doing, too. You blush brightly yourself... but you can also feel a heat and wetness growing in your shorts, the feeling of a man's cock grinding on your ass and, just maybe, the fact that all of those men in the audience are also probably starting to get hard because of you getting to you, your nipples growing stiff and pressing into the slinky fabric of your top.\n\nSuddenly the monk gasps and practically leaps off of you and to his feet, staggering back. You quickly scramble to your own feet and whirl around to face him, seeing the humiliated look on his face... and the wet spot on the front of his pants. You almost feel sorry for him, but then he's coming in at you with a literally furious series of kicks that are so sloppy that the feeling almost turns to disgust. You easily block one high, overextended kick, then snap your own leg out, striking his knee and then quickly bringing your foot up to snap a kick to his chest even as he's falling, adding some momentum to his fall and making him hit the ground like a bag of potatoes and sprawl there as lumpily.\n\n<b>"Acknowledge your defeat! Submit!"</b> the Dark Judge booms again, though this time while pointing at your opponent.\n\nThe young man lays there panting for a moment... then with a howl of rage, leaps back up to his feet and charges at you. Almost feeling like you're sparing him the further humiliation of this fight, you snap a hard jab right to his jaw and drop him again, though this time it looks like you've probably KO'd him... if he's not actually unconscious, he's definitely too insensate to continue.\n\n<b>"Defeat in your first match, and refusing to acknowledge your opponent's win. Your punishment shall be dire indeed,"</b> the Dark Judge rumbles as more of those servants come, grabbing the monk by his arms and legs and lifting him up, carrying him out of the arena. You really do feel bad for him, you've got to admit... though that feeling is overcome by some embarrassment as you hear the hoots and hollers of the audience. Your movements rather stiff, like an embarrassed cat, you turn and stalk from the arena, trying not to let your ass wiggle too much.\n\nStill, once you get back to your room and strip down to shower, it's hard to deny the glistening wetness of your pussy or the stiffness of your nipples. Soon your hands have wandered to both, one tweaking and tugging at the dark nub, rolling your breast in your hand while you pump two fingers into yourself, moaning as your mind wanders again and again to all those eyes staring at you as you got a man off by rubbing your ass on his cock. Eventually you finish up and dress in standard jeans and a t-shirt to head to the dining hall, doing your best to suppress your blush and ignore people pointing and whispering to each other, and some openly leering at you.\n\nThe next morning you've just gotten out of bed when there's a knock at the door. Blinking, you pull on your robe and answer, finding one of the identical-looking servants there. "What, is it time for my match already?"\n\n"Two more hours, ma'am," he answers cheerfully. "But considering your comeback in the match yesterday, a special gift has been sent over for you. Please take it and enjoy it, especially in today's match!" He passes you a wrapped bundle, then bows and slips off down the hall.\n\nBlinking, you close the door and then unwrap the package. It turns out to be what must be a fighting outfit, not dissimilar to the one you wore yesterday, even in the same colors of red and black on the outside. The inner linings, however, are a bright orange... the same shade as the monk was wearing yesterday. Geez, did they take his clothes and use them to make you clothes? Harsh. You hold up the items... they're essentially hot pants and a sports bra, though both would still be sufficient to cover everything. Though you're pretty sure you couldn't really wear panties under the shorts, or they'd show and either look even sluttier than a bit of camel toe, or just look bulky and awful. Still, they are very nice-looking, and you have to admit, dressing sexy worked out for you yesterday...\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear them.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Stick with the full shorts and sleeveless top.|HellKore]]

At the bottom of the ventilation shaft, which is painted almost completely red with your essentially pureed remains, a tiny white plastic earpiece rests (albeit now colored crimson as well). There's a soft crackle before Handler's voice comes out, the tiniest, faintest echoing tinge to the barely audible words from its place in the metal tomb.\n\n"Cyan! We lost comms and just got them back! We're not reading your vital signs! Cyan, answer me! <b><i>CYAAAAAAAAN!</i></b>!"\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> - <i>You mist</i>

"Well hey there, good buddy!" the main mascot calls as you approach, before you even get a chance to say anything. He waves and trots towards you, continuing with, "How ya doin' there t'day?!"\n\nYou stare, surprised at the clarity of his voice. Not only does it sound like an authentic voice actor, it... well, sounds like an authentic voice actor, instead of some overworked amateur's voice echoing around inside an empty head through some black mesh. Then you give your head a shake, before nodding at him. "Heya. What's up?"\n\n"Gosh, wouldn't ya know it, a whole ding-danged lot!" Herschel thumps his fists down against his hips. "I'm plumb tuckered out running around trying to help all ma buddies! Seems like everybody's got some sorta problem, and I can't be everywhere at once. Saaay!" He leans in towards you sideways a bit, fists still on his hips. "Maybe ya could help me with it!"\n\n"Er, I dunno, man." You glance around, considering just walking off. You don't want to get shanghaied into some scavenger hunt or something targeted at little kids.\n\n"Aw, c'mon! Listen, I won't expect ya ta do it for nuthin'! Why, a friend doesn't just lean on friendship, 'cause that's not bein' a good friend!" He gives his big head a quick nod. "There'll be rewards if ya can help one of 'em with their problem!"\n\n"What, like... candy, or a coupon for the souvenir shops or something?" You can't help but snort a little, even though you find yourself a little interested.\n\n"Nawwww, nuthin' sad sack like that." He flaps a hand forward dismissively. "I'm talkin' good stuff! So whattya say, good buddy, ya willin' ta help a feller out?"\n\nYou furrow your brow, thinking it over. If there's an actual cash prize, or even something like a season pass with a food voucher, or anything like that, it could definitely be really helpful. Finally you sigh and give a nod. "Yeah, sure, I'll help out."\n\n"Now that's th' spirit!" Herschel swings a fist emphatically through the air in front of him. "Knew I could count on ya, good buddy!"\n\n"Now, y'just tell me which of m'friends you'd like ta help with their problem! I'll try ta handle th' rest on m'own. There's m'neighbor <b>Candy</b>, her hubby <b>Buster</b>, m'dear an' only son <b>Harold</b>, and m'girlfriend <b>Elly</b>!"\n\n<i>(You can check out what the problem is and then come back to this page to look at the others. You won't be locked into a choice until you actually decide on a problem to help with.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[What's Candy's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Buster's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Harold's problem?|HerschelHorse3x1]]\n\n[[What's Elly's problem?|HerschelHorse4x1]]\n\n[[Hey, what about Dr. Frankenclowner?|HerschelHorse5x1]]

"W-wait!" You hurry towards her, then jerk to a halt as she swings towards you, eyes narrowed and her own rifle raising a little. "We... I mean, if that's true, shouldn't we stick together? And... watch each others' backs...?"\n\nShe stares at you suspiciously, then sighs and nods. "Yeah, okay, fine. Just keep up and don't talk until I say it's okay to."\n\nNodding furiously, you scoot up close to her back, looking back and forth wildly as she starts leading you through some hallways. She steps over a few lines of string with cans and other metal objects hung from them and ducks under another, then gestures for you to wait as she edges up to a door. She reaches out and pushes the handle, then shoves the door open and swings her gun back and forth, stepping forward and apparently sweeping the little conference room. Finding nothing there, she grunts a little and gestures you in. "Here, help me move this case back in front of the door. Then we can talk. My name's Jane."\n\n"Sam." The two of you manage to pick up and lift a set of low shelves and set it in front of the door... from the scratch marks, looks like she'd just been pushing it into place herself before. "Um, how long have you been here, anyway?"\n\n"About a month." Seeing your stare, she shrugs. "I don't know if this is permanent, or if I'll get let out if I can solve the scenario somehow, or what. New people don't arrive very often, that I can see... and most of the time they just go running off outside like idiots." She pulls a chair out from the conference table and sinks into it, leaning her forearms against the surface, looking down at the map of the island she's weighted down with cans of green peas. "There's not a lot of electricity working, most of the island's completely overrun by all sorts of weird dino-things, phones don't work... every so often I run across what I guess are supposed to be employees, but they're from this place, not Worldland, and they're usually crazy or something."\n\n"But... okay, maybe it's like you said, maybe if we do something that would 'win' this, we can get back to the real world, right?" You walk over to the table as well, glancing around as you do, noting the piles of canned and boxed food and rifle magazines piled around. Jane must have turned this room into her base of operations, or whatever you'd call it.\n\n"Maybe. I haven't been able to really risk any of the stuff that I figure would let me do that, though." She gestures at the red circles on the map. Then she eyes you thoughtfully. "Maybe... just maybe... now that you're here, we could manage one of them, though. What do you think?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's try it.|Sauria1x2]]\n\n[[Let's hunker down and wait for rescue.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Let's try a 'win' option," you agree, nodding and sitting down as well. "What have you got...?"\n\n"Okay, I haven't been able to <i>get</i> to most of these or more than within sight of them, but there are records in some of the offices that I was able to find and read." Jane points at one of the nearest red circles. "This is the <b>Communication Center</b>. The phones aren't working, but they probably have long-distance radios, maybe even a satellite linkup that's functioning. If we can get there, and assuming there's enough power, we can call for help."\n\nShe moves her finger over to a building outside but nearby the one you're in. "Or we could try for the <b>Power Station</b>. If we could get that up and running, it'd turn the electric fences and automated defenses back on. It might even power the phones back up and let us call the mainland without trying to get into the communication center."\n\nJane moves her finger around to the parking lot outside and traces along a road until she reaches another red-circled building, this one squat and squarish. "Then there's the guard station, but more importantly, it's got the <b>Armory</b>. There are some special anti-dino weapons inside, apparently... if we had those we'd be able to hold out as long as we needed to."\n\nShe slides her finger along the road again, this time following it all the way to the edge of the island. "The much more dangerous option, involving a lot of travel across the island, would be heading for the <b>Main Docks</b>. If we can find a boat or something that hasn't been messed up, though, we could easily escape to the mainland."\n\nJane hesitates, then sighs and lifts her finger to stab a circle on the opposite side of the island, set amidst the jungle. "And the last, stupidest option, which means it's also most likely to count as 'winning' if we pull it off, is to head to the <b>Breeding Facility</b>. It's where all the science stuff is done, so among other things, it has its own generators, is heavily secured, and has its own stocks of food and supplies. It's also, of course, where the densest concentration of dinos is. But if we either took it over or, I guess, blew it up or disabled it, we could keep any more dinos from being bred, maybe even find a weakness to exploit for all of them."\n\nShe sits back and spreads her hands. "If we're going to try this, you've got just as big a stake in the outcome as I do, and you're probably more at risk since you don't have the experience with this place that I have. So whatever you think is the best option, we'll do it, because at this point I'm ready to risk whatever to get out of here if it's got even a chance in Hell of working. So where do you wanna go?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Communication Center.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Power Station.|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Armory|SauriaPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Main Docks.|Sauria8x1]]\n\n[[Breeding Facility.|Sauria7x1]]

Honestly, you just don't think it would be a good idea to start off your new job by sort of going over your boss's head. After some consideration, you write fairly short but polite letters to both the donors thanking them for their offer but explaining that you've already got a meeting scheduled with your immediate superior, but if they want to get in touch with him to schedule a meeting you'd be delighted. That sort of thing. Basically a bit of 'I'm just a teacher please don't ask me to do something that will get me in trouble with the principal' sort of thing without, you know, saying exactly that. Hopefully it will placate them. You acknowledge the principal's email, then return to filling the rest of your flight with research.\n\nYou land and, sure enough, the principal calls out to you as you exit the baggage claim. He's about everything you could expect from a principal... a bit short, a bit balding, a bit chubby and overall very plain. But he seems nice enough as he shows you to his car, making idle chitchat and pointing out various useful places to go along the way, complimenting your Japanese, and even explaining that once you pass a driver's safety test, the school has secured you the loan of a small hybrid so you can drive yourself back and forth to work; until then you'll have to walk and take public transportation. As you approach the little three-story apartment building, he adds that while you won't actually be starting on teaching class until Monday, he'd still like you to come in before that so that he can go over some things with you and you can start getting settled in. You assure him you're eager to begin and thank him again for both the ride and the opportunity before heading up to your new home for the foreseeable future.\n\nMuch as you expected, it's very... efficient. Even with your considerably pared-down belongings sitting in boxes in the corner, it doesn't feel like there's a lot of room. Oh well, you've spent plenty of time in dorm rooms, you'll manage. Obviously there are a few things you need to set up immediately... your alarm clock, for one, and the futon that you ordered locally and had delivered, and... oh wait, that's all you manage before you can barely manage to strip down to your underwear and collapse. It was a <i>long</i> flight.\n\nYou awaken with a soft groan and a mild headache. Oof, dehydration is not fun! You tell students this, and yet you forgot to make sure you were hydrated in the hours before bedtime! Shame on you! At least such are the thoughts that go through your head as you stare at the alarm clock, waiting for your eyes to focus and your brain to boot up enough to read it.\n\n... Oh no! You're late! You snatch the clock up and stare at it as you sit up. School will be starting soon! ... Okay so you don't actually have class but still you're going to be late! ... Okay so the principal at the very least implied that any day before Sunday was fine but still you're going to be late!\n\n<hr>\n[[Get ready and go!|HelenJP7x2]]\n\n[[... Tomorrow's probably fine.|HelenJP]]

Let's not go taking rides from strangers, even if the strangers are actually officially licensed buses, alright? You focus your attention on the screen and buying yourself a reloadable pass, barely noticing when you hear a bus pull up, idle briefly, and then drive off when you apparently don't want to get on.\n\nLuckily it doesn't take you quite as long as you thought, and about the time you've finished the bus you need is pulling up, actually somewhat ahead of schedule. The driver looks a bit flummoxed at the sight of a blonde American woman boarding his bus, your polite Japanese greeting not seeming to alleviate that, though for some reason you using the bus pass seems to make him relax a little. Well, people are soothed by routine, you think philosophically as you take your seat.\n\nYou wind up arriving at the principal's office only about twenty minutes after the scheduled start for school, for which you apologize and explain that you were a bit jet-lagged. He assures you that he wasn't even expecting you in today, but he appreciates that you did.\n\n"Now, Patissier-sensei, right now we plan to only have you teach a single class, a home room. You'll be free to craft your own lessons as you wish for this class, or to allow it to be a study hall, or simply help students with what they may be struggling with. We'll be looking at your students' grades from that class, and if we see improvement from them in other classes, we'll likely give you more classes to teach. But until then, we'd like you to take over a sort of general administration of some of the Advanced Students."\n\n"Advanced in what way?" you ask curiously, tilting your head a bit.\n\n"Well, quite frankly, they are geniuses. As you already likely know, this school hosts various programs for students that are already learning and experimenting above a college level." You do recall that, but were a little confused by why they don't just graduate such advanced students. You suppose your answers will have to wait however, since the principal continues. "They can be a little unruly, however, or simply negligent in certain of their duties as students and as heads of their specialties. They're very valuable students that often secure this school a great deal of funding with their theories and work, but we still need them to perform as students as well."\n\n"I see. So you'd like me to make sure of things like... them handing in reports, keeping their grades up in other areas, that sort of thing?"\n\n"Yes, exactly. Of course there are various other duties teachers fulfill here, but I'm sure your fellow teachers can explain those to you as you go along. Speaking of which, I'll show you to the teacher's lounge and your desk."\n\nWhich he does. There's not much of a meet-and-greet since most of the teachers are in class already, and instead the principal simply shows you to your desk, asks if you have any questions about using the computer, and then leaves. Well then! You look over the materials on your desk about the Advanced classes, considering. It might be best to see to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... the Advanced Programming students.|HelenJP7x4]]\n\n[[... the Advanced Chemistry students.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[... the Advanced Mechanics students.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[... your paperwork.|HelenJP8x1]]

You scurry up, flinging off your underwear and zipping into the bathroom naked. You yelp a bit as the cold water from the showerhead attached to the wall hits you, though the jolt does help calm you down a little. While you'd prefer to be on time even for an unofficial workday, it won't be the end of the world if you're a <i>little</i> late. The principal seemed a very understanding man, surely he'll put two and two together and make some allowance for the insanely long flight you completed just eight hours ago. You at the very least can take the time to make yourself look properly presentable and stop in at a convenience store for a cup of coffee and a donut.\n\nWhich you do, nipping bits off of the donut as you make your way towards the bus stop that you were told would take you to within a block or so of Fakkushiri. Only when you arrive at the kiosk do you make a face. Oh, right, you haven't bought a bus pass yet. The system for it looks a little odd, and you're betting that it will add a good fifteen minutes to your commute this morning if you stop to do so.\n\n... Hm? What's this? You notice that there's a bus due to pull up in about a minute, labeled 'The F-Bus'. It seems to share most of the same route as the line you need... and the cost is listed as free! What luck!\n\nAh... except for some reason it's only free for women, it says. And it also says 'JV or above only.' Now, you're not <i>entirely</i> up on Japanese culture, but a free bus for women only that's for high schoolers and above is either a really good thing or a really bad thing, you're pretty sure. \n\n<hr>\n[[Take the F-Bus.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Buy a bus pass.|HelenJP7x3]]

You pull one of the chairs away from the computer desk and sit down, folding one leg over the other and settling in to wait. If they really are arriving at school whenever they feel like it, you'll give them what for!\n\nIt's almost half an hour later when you hear a sound... not the expected pounding of feet in the hallway outside, but a buzzing noise. It sort of reminds you of a CRT monitor, just amplified by a great deal and only getting louder by the moment. Frowning curiously, you stand up and look around, wondering if one of the servers is malfunctioning. Then you almost scream as there's a series of quick flashes of light from near the desk and quick motion as a trio of forms goes hurtling a short distance through the air to land in various heaps on the floor.\n\n"Owwwww," one of said heaps says, slowly rising to their knees and rubbing one hand on their back rather like an old man, as you clutch your papers to your chest and stare with a frazzled expression. They... they can't have just shot out of one of the computer screen like it looked like they did! She seems to be wearing the typical white and blue school uniform, but with knee-high socks and an overlong blue hoodie jacket over it. The orange-haired girl brushes her long hair back and adjusts her frameless glasses as she announces, "I hate landing on my back, I like it much better when I land on your back."\n\n"You know what you can land on," the other orange-haired girl mutters as she too pushes herself up to her knees, giving her head a shake. Her hair is shorter and pulled into a pair of low twintails, and she lacks the glasses, but she's similar enough to the other that they could be twins, just that she's wearing dark pantyhose and a long-sleeved uniform coat instead. She looks down at herself and makes a face as she cups her chest. "I've got tits again!"\n\n"Didn't you always?" the other asks, adjusting her glasses again.\n\n"I can't even remember at this point, dammit!"\n\n"Snpuh ehth hrda brth," comes a muffled interjection.\n\n"BWAH!" The shorter-haired girl leaps to her feet, apparently from a combination of the third girl's protest and the sensation said protest caused, since she apparently wound up sitting on her face. "Max, are you okay?!"\n\n"Buuuuuu..." The girl laying splayed on the floor is dressed a bit like a combination of the other two, with slightly lighter pantyhose and a standard-length white hoodie open in front. Her hair is short and a dark purple, as are her disoriented eyes, and her silver-rimmed oval glasses are askew. "It was like dying while going to Heaven."\n\n"H-hey now," the standing girl mutters, blushing and pushing down the front of her skirt.\n\nDeciding that despite the strangeness of what you think you saw, you decide that this has gone on entirely long enough. "A-<i>HEM</i>!"\n\nAll three of them snap their heads around to look at you, and the two still on the floor scramble to their feet. "INTRUDER!" the one with the long orange hair barks, yanking something out of her jacket pocket and pointing it at you, giving you quite a start... until the toy ray gun starts making 'bwoo-oo-ooo!' noises.\n\n'Could've been worse than a toy, especially if I took that job offer in Chicago,' you think, staring at the three of them flatly as the other redhead smacks the side of her sister's head with a mutter of "Idiot". "I am not an intruder. I'm the new teacher, Helen Patissier, and you three are, I assume..." You look at the page, then at the long-haired girl. "Futana Sayuri?"\n\n"Ah... y-yeah," she murmurs, rubbing the back of her head, then gesturing sheepishly with her toy gun. "Sorry for trying to disintegrate you."\n\nYou can't help but roll your eyes a bit, before continuing on. "Futana Sei-..." You frown again. "This is smudged, is it 'Seiji' or 'Seiko'?"\n\n"It varies," she replies in a long-suffering tone, glancing down at her chest again.\n\nAlright, you're not going to get into those sort of issues with a student unless they specifically invite you to. Best move on. "And Kiriyama... Max?"\n\n"Ah, yes, hello, thank you very much, sensei," the purple-haired girl answers in a soft but sincere voice, giving you a quick bow. "I'm sorry about all the trouble just now, not every morning is like this. ... Many mornings are like this but not every morning."\n\n"Her parents wanted to give her an American name but didn't have a very good grasp of those," Seiko murmurs in explanation, Max's cheeks going pink.\n\n"Hm. Well, I'll have you know, the principal has asked me to pay some special attention to the Advanced classes, including this one. Now obviously I have a lot of questions," you continue, which makes them all guiltily glance towards the computer monitor they came flying out of, which you are just... trying to ignore for the moment for the sake of your own sanity. "But right now what we need to address is-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-your reports."|HelenJP7x6]]\n\n[["-your grades."|HelenJP]]\n\n[["-your lab area."|HelenJP]]

Hm, there seems to be a multitude of issues with those three that could stand to be addressed. You look up the room on a map of the school, then gather a few of the papers and head over to the computer lab set aside specifically for them. When you step in you're a little surprised... somehow you expected a standard school computer lab, though after the fact you scold yourself... it's only three students, why put in rows and rows of computers? Instead it looks a bit more like a gaming room, with a single table set up in the middle with four computers, two on each side and back-to-back with the opposite ones. The rest of the room is cluttered with what look like server racks and... memorabilia of all sorts, from a bookcase full of mingled books and comics to numerous plastic figures posed atop the equipment, only heightening the feel of it being more of a club room than an advanced course room.\n\nOf course it's the lack of something that has you frowning... that being, students. According to the schedule they're supposed to spend the entire first half of the day in here working on their project... but no one's anywhere to be seen. The lights are on, and the computers are running, the screens scrolling down glowing lines of green text on a black background. But not a hint of actual habitation. Could they be late? That wasn't listed among the issues these students were having, but at this point you're not surprised.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait to see if they show.|HelenJP7x5]]\n\n[[Shut down everything and go back to your desk.|HelenJP]]

You suppose that you can't really wholly discount the whole thing if you're not willing to give it a shot. Besides, if your students are willing to risk it, as your teacher can you do any less? You take a deep breath and nod, setting your papers down nearby. "Alright. I'll try it."\n\n"Cool!" Sayuri yanks one of the chairs out at the desk and hops into it, starting to type furiously. "Sit down here," she continues, gesturing at the seat beside her. Still a little dubiously you do so, settling in and folding your hands in your lap. "You don't really need to do anything, I just need to align Monitor to you fully before I initiate the Memeshift. Just try to keep your breathing even and stay calm so the readings don't get thrown off."\n\nYou nod, doing your best to regulate your breathing in a calming exercise you've used before, and to not notice that Seiko and Max both look almost as nervous as you feel. You don't... feel anything different from what Sayuri's doing, but then apparently it's just using sensors or something? Finally though she looks over at you and adjusts her glasses.\n\n"Alright, I'm about to initiate the memeshift. Now, remember, like I said, your first Memeshift will leave your data a little bit in flux... once you've done it once, Monitor will have a much firmer grasp on your data the next time. So it's better if you don't touch anything the first time. Also don't go any further than the top of the stairs in the hallway... the immediate area from this little segment of Memetropolis is pretty safe, but even out in the school grounds you can encounter hostile databeasts at times. Got it?"\n\n"I understand," you answer with a firm nod, though you're still not entirely sure you do.\n\n"Okay, initiating Memeshift! Data monitoring at maximum! Matter-to-information conversion in process! Memeshift, go!" Sayuri calls before stabbing the enter key.\n\nThe edge of the monitor in front of you flickers strangely, mostly because it's beyond the edge of the screen and spreading towards you. Then you feel a truly strange sensation of being simultaneously yanked forward and thrown back, and you find yourself thumping hard into the chair even though you never actually left it. You give your head a hard shake and turn to ask Sayuri what that was, but... she's not there. And you're not in the Advanced Programming lab anymore. Well... except for the fact that you are.\n\nYou feel very disoriented as you try to process the strange sensation of perceiving what part of your mind understands is the same room you were just in while most of your other senses tell you it's different. It's vastly larger for one thing, probably the size of half the entire floor of the school building that the lab was on... in the real world. The walls are made up of very faintly glowing grey panes with flickering lines of green and blue passing over them... they somehow give the sense of being made of solidified energy. ... In a different way than walls normally are, considering your talk with Sayuri earlier. There doesn't actually seem to be a ceiling, the walls just stretch up into the distance with a black space between them at the vanishing point. You see all the servers and computers that were arranged near the walls, but they're now much larger and more elaborate, more... well, sci-fi looking, some of them reaching up for stories. One takes up the entire length of one of the short walls, and reaches the height of at least a modest skyscraper; it's a mostly black monolith with glowing aquamarine lines horizontal and vertical that converge about seven feet off the ground and form a glowing depression for a large black orb with pixelated squares forming an eyelike ring that shifts slightly to follow your motions as you stand.\n\n'That must be... Monitor?' you think in a bit of a daze. Trying not to feel like it's staring at you, even though you suppose it must be, you continue looking around the room. You notice that there are actually a handful of other people here that you somehow didn't process immediately... then you realize that your brain didn't process them as people because they're actually representations of the toys and memorabilia that was decorating the real world version of the room... they're either posed and motionless, or going through a short, repetitive motion that's obviously some sort of 'animation cycle'. You also notice that hanging in the air above the computer desk you're standing near are a number of things that simultaneously look like file cabinets and computer file folder icons, apparently representing all the files stored on them. 'Information stored on computers, in a world of information stored on computers,' you think with a slightly hysterical giggle.\n\nRealizing that the shock of the transition is getting to you, you take a few moments to do some deep breathing and mental exercises. Alright, obviously the Memeshifting is real, you think as you walk to the door of the lab and open it enough to peek outside. The hall is about three times as wide as it is in the real world, transitioning from the grey-with-energy-flickers of the lab to something more like the drywall of the actual school building, albeit it too looks more like a 'real' video game texture, the same for the tiling on the floor, which somehow has more of the feeling of an applied texture map than actual tiles. You can see a window above the stairwell down at the end of the hall, and outside the sky seems to be doing... odd... things, shifting from the morning it was when you came in through noon all the way to evening, then rewinding to afternoon, before suddenly turning pitch black briefly before becoming morning again.\n\n'What a very odd place,' you can't help but think, shaking your head.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a look outside.|HelenMS]]\n\n[[Try talking to one of the 'toys'.|HelenMS]]\n\n[[Now what could be in these files?|HelenMS]]\n\n[[Sit and wait.|HelenJP7x8]]

"In return for funding this lab, the school expects to receive regular reports on the progress of your programming project. However, you haven't turned in a report in..." You check your sheet just to be sure, frowning more deeply. "Five months."\n\n"E-eh?" Sayuri's eyes widen even as Seiko puts a hand to her face and shakes her head. "But I thought... Max, didn't you say you'd write those reports?!"\n\n"Um, well, yes, Sayuri-senpai, I did," Max admits, clasping her hands behind her back and fidgeting. "But, um, I also said that I needed you to give me the data you wanted me to include in the reports. And when I asked you, you said 'tomorrow'. ... Every day. ....... For five months," she adds, with just the faintest hint of reproach in her voice.\n\nSayuri opens and closes her mouth several times, but then gives a soft "Oh" that indicates she now remembers doing exactly that. She turns back to you with a sheepish grin. "Um, there may have been a small breakdown in communications. Ah, maybe tomorrOW!" she yelps as she lurches slightly to the side at Seiko tugging on her ear.\n\n"You might as well tell her everything," Seiko says flatly. "Someone's going to have to know eventually, especially since you didn't say anything for five months."\n\n"Tell me... 'everything'?" You look around at the three of them. "What exactly have the three of you been doing in here? This hardly sounds like you've been writing the next revolutionary photo app."\n\n"You know I wanted to do that originally but I got shot down 'cause it had lewd implications!" Sayuri chirps cheerfully, before dodging a swat from Seiko and hissing at her not unlike an annoyed cat. Clearing her throat, she turns back to you. "Okay, so... listen, we've, or mostly I've, made a bit of a breakthrough in regards to programming and how it relates to, ah... higher concepts. It's one of those things that if we just dumped this on the world it could get misused really bad, so that's partly why we didn't do reports, to be honest. That and me forgetting, but anyway, hear us out, and I hope you'll understand why we can't tell the higher-ups everything."\n\nHm. One of the aspects of teaching you've always held dear is actually listening to your students and being ready to believe them about what they have to say. So you feel like it's your duty to actually keep an open mind hear them out. "Alright, I'll listen to what you have to say. If I agree that what you've discovered is too dangerous to tell others about yet, I'll keep it between us and make reports myself."\n\nThe trio exchange a glance, then nod at each other before Sayuri says, "It's called Memeshifting."\n\nYou give her a flat look. "That <i>does</i> sound like a social media app."\n\n"I understand your confusion," Max interjects sheepishly, wiggling her shoulders. "But we are actually using the term a bit closer to its original meaning." At your curious look, she raises her hands and wiggles her index fingers in the air. "'Information which self-propagates beyond its origin', if that could be considered a valid definition. Things which take on a meaning of their own and can be recognized by those who haven't seen the source material. Many of the things online that we call 'memes' are in fact just that, in that we intuit their meaning from context rather than understanding where they came from and how they arose. Under this definition things like slang and traditional sayings could also be considered memes. ... Probably not the pictures of Minions with whatever mothers want to write on them, though."\n\n"It's a deliberately broad definition because we're dealing with a very broad interpretation," Sayuri picks up. "Alright, let's back up or maybe shift tracks a little. All energy is matter, and all matter is energy, would you say that's a fair statement, sensei?"\n\nYou furrow your brow a little. "While I took several physics classes I can't say it was my specialty, but I suppose that yes, that would be one interpretation of molecular structures, wave forms, and the principle that matter can be neither created or destroyed."\n\n"Right, all matter and energy is, at the end of the day, made up of the very same general stuff simply rearranged into different states and configurations. So matter can be energy, and energy can be matter, theoretically. So then we have to look at the concept of 'information'," she continues, adjusting her glasses slightly. "Data, memory, concepts, ideas, history, all of these are things that only exist from human perspective. We draw them from the natural world but it continues on without them being recorded... the world has a past and a future, but it requires us as humans to arrange that past into 'history' and 'speculation' and the symbols that make up the data. What happens when one gas hits another is just nature, but when a human observes that reaction and documents all the myriad things that happen, that's data. In that way we use the information we gather to quantify our world. Still following?"\n\n"I... think so? Does this have anything to do with the concept of 'you can't observe an outcome without changing it'?"\n\n"Yes but you're getting ahead of me a bit. Now, taken as a concept, 'information' has always existed as a combination of energy and matter. Matter because we write it down or carve it or whatever to make our records, energy because it's stored in the electric signals of our brains. But over the last century or so a shift has begun... the vast majority of information now exists as energy."\n\n"You're talking about computers, and the internet."\n\n"Right. Of course, the matter component always <i>exists</i>... old records, printed books, even the slight actual changes inside a hard drive..."\n\n"The reports we're supposed to file that for some reason absolutely have to be hardcopy," Seiko says a bit flatly.\n\nSayuri points emphatically at her, before clearing her throat and continuing. "So information is largely energy and partly matter and can make the crossover between the two fairly easily. And as said information is how we quantify and understand our world. <i>And</i> as you said, when you observe an outcome, you change that outcome through the observing, because you can't do so without in some way interacting with the reality in which that outcome is taking place. And where all this leads is... well." She shrugs. "Memeshifting."\n\n"A program designed to treat all information as equal, and thus capable of making the transition from matter to energy and back again," Max adds. "And vice versa. It essentially finds a 'loophole' in reality where these concepts are equal and uses that to manipulate the difference, since reality already in part accepts that this concept is valid."\n\n"So you're saying that... you can turn yourselves into information, and go inside the computer, like Tr-"\n\n"Very much like <i>Tron</i>, yes," Sayuri says with a smirk. "In fact a lot of the concepts in that movie are applicable to Memeshifting. The world inside the computer, which we call 'Memetropolis', is made up of information that's in an energy state... so it's not only all the information stored digitally, but the information active in our minds, humanity's collective unconsciousness, if you will. So a little bit of the person that wrote a program really would manifest in that program if you encountered it in Memetropolis, but that's far from the only thing you can encounter there. Fictional characters, embodiments of stories and concepts, machines and vehicles and technology that have only had theoretical plans drawn up, if it's been dreamed of in our philosophy, Horatio, it's in there somewhere, you just may not find it right away."\n\n"That sounds... amazing, if true," you allow. "Also dangerous."\n\n"Yeah, it is. There's a lot of dangerous things in there, including what we call 'Databeasts'. Luckily you can use information and concepts to defend yourself... in Memetropolis, a plastic ray gun from our world isn't just a harmless toy. But other than that, you have to use a very, very complex program I wrote called, well, Monitor, to constantly keep an eye on your data so that bits of it don't get lost or mixed or misplaced or just altered. Monitor's really good, if I do say so myself, but it grips on some people better than others apparently and if it doesn't work perfectly... well... I give you my sisterbrother," Sayuri completes, gesturing to the redhead beside her with both hands.\n\nYour eyes widen some as you look at the other girl. "Wait... you mean...?"\n\n"Yeah, it's either 'Seiko' or 'Seiji' depending on how I come out," the twintailed girl says with a sigh. "The da-... frustrating part is that apparently when it happens, <i>all</i> data about me, including peoples' memories, gets altered. That includes <i>me</i>!" she adds, pointing at her own head with both index fingers. "So I can't actually remember whether I was originally a guy or originally a girl before my idiot sister Memeshifted me the first time! My memories of the Memeshifts are all there, so I know that I've come out of them a girl, a guy, and a couple of times something in between, but I can't remember how I started!"\n\nYou notice Max blush very heavily and quickly look away at the mention of the various sexes that Sei- has wound up as, but decide not to draw attention to it as that seems uncouth. "That sounds very difficult, why would you keep putting yourself through that?"\n\n"Eh. If I'm really honest, I'm mostly used to it by now. Besides despite Monitor having some problems with keeping certain parts of my data consistent, I have other abilities in Memetropolis that sort of make up for it... and there's definitely stuff we need to do in there that outranks a little bit of getting annoyed with not remembering whether I originally had b-... -reasts or a d-... penis." She frowns a little, raising a fist to her mouth. "I'm <i>pretty</i> sure I didn't have both originally, since that seems pretty rare in the real world."\n\nYou decide to not notice the implication that it's apparently not rare in Memetropolis, and look at Sayuri. "I... can see why you think this would need to be kept from being widely disseminated. If it's true."\n\n"It's true." Sayuri glances at the others, then shrugs and looks back to you. "Why don't you try it?"\n\n"Sayuri are you out of your <i>mind</i>?" Seiko hisses, Max looking rather startled, and you figure you can't look too placid about it either.\n\n"It's fine, it's fine!" Sayuri declares, waving a hand. "She's been in here for awhile so Monitor should have a pretty good read on her data, and I'll just send her right into the local lobby." Addressing you directly, she continues, "The first time memeshifting can be a little unstable, it's true, so it's really best if you don't touch anything. Just take a look around, don't wander too far, and we'll pull you back out in a few minutes. Just enough time for you to see that it's the real deal, alright?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll try Memeshifting.|HelenJP7x7]]\n\n[[You won't try it, but you'll keep the secret.|HelenMS]]\n\n[[You're going to report this to the principal.|HelenMS]]

Part of being a teacher is not assuming you know better when someone gives you an expert opinion. Sayuri's obviously more experienced with Memeshifting and this... Memetropolis world than you are, and if she said you shouldn't wander around or go poking at anything, you probably shouldn't. Instead you have a seat back in the same chair you were sitting in before and scoot back up to the desk. 'I hope I don't come hurtling out like they did,' you think with mild worry, shifting in place and just trying to wait patiently.\n\nYou don't have to wait very long, perhaps only another three minutes before the screen lights up with text reading 'De-Memeshifting in progress'. You feel the same strange yanking-throwing sensation as before, giving another jolt in your chair, but finding yourself back in the normal lighting and appearance of the programming lab, with the trio of students clustered nearby.\n\n"Sensei? Are you alright?" Max asks worriedly, leaning in a bit to look you over.\n\n"I mean you look alright but we might not know if you got data-drifted," Seiko adds, causing Max to actually give her a light slap on the shoulder.\n\n"Monitor is declaring 100% data integrity, she's fine," Sayuri declares while you're still worrying a bit about Seiko's statement. "You're still exactly how you went in, sensei. How was it?"\n\n"Very... strange," you admit. "But also very interesting. I certainly believe you now about the information world." You frown a little. "But do you really mean to keep this to yourselves forever?"\n\nThe three exchange a glance, before Sayuri turns her chair towards you. "Okay, so we haven't told you everything. We wanted to make sure you believed us that Memeshifting was real first, plus while you were inside it gave us a chance to go through your data. Your real-world data trail, not your actual you-data," she hurries to add when you look startled. "We think you're legit and can be trusted. ... But we can't be sure about people like the principal."\n\n"The principal? Why not?"\n\n"We're pretty sure we're not the only people that have discovered Memeshifting, to be honest. In fact it's partially based on work Seiko and my's father did a long time ago before he disappeared," Sayuri admits, tilting her head a little. "Mostly just his notes and a few lines of code, I did the rest, but Dad was working for someone else and if he followed the same conclusions and had the same breakthroughs I did, someone else out there... at least one someone else... has the ability to go into Memetropolis. And before you ask, yeah, that's a big deal. If you made the right changes in the right places, changing a sufficient amount of data about something in the real world could cause changes to that thing."\n\nYou blink. "You mean... not just the data in systems, but actual real things?"\n\n"The ability to change data directly would be bad enough, since you could bypass security as if it were physical barriers instead of programming ones, but yes. Imagine changing every single one of someone's medical records with such thoroughness that because the medical records said they have heart failure, they <i>do</i> have heart failure. Or changing every negative article about a politician to a positive one so that they have an unprecedented approval rating that makes the rest of the government afraid to disagree with them."\n\n"You could even theoretically just... remove someone from reality," Max says softly. "By deleting every trace of data about them. They'd just disappear..."\n\nYou swallow hard. "And no one would even remember they'd existed in the first place, even if they had someone that could bring them back."\n\n"Luckily, Monitor is pretty much immune to changes like that by now, so if anyone it's got a record of was disappeared or fundamentally altered, we'd at least know about it. Whether there'd be anything we can do..." Sayuri shrugs, glancing at the six foot high solid black server case with its glowing aquamarine power indicators. "But yeah, someone with the ability to Memeshift, the intelligence or cunning to make those sorts of changes, and the people to help them make it happen, could become incredibly powerful. And probably would be. So if they learned of someone else who had that ability and wasn't interested in just letting them do what they please..."\n\n"There's also other stuff," Seiko speaks up. "Out of control databeasts that can wreck enough information to cause problems in the real world. Information concepts that get enough power and momentum behind them that they seemingly have a will of their own, and can try to influence data just like our theoretical Memeshifting bad guy. One of Monitor's other functions is pointing these out to us when it becomes aware of them so that we can deal with them before they cause too much damage."\n\n"... You've been trying to save the world? All by yourselves?" you say quietly.\n\nThe three exchange a glance again, before Sayuri and Seiko give a sheepish laugh in unison, while Max just blushes and looks down. "Gee, it sounds kinda both good and ridiculous when you say it like that, huh?"\n\n"Sensei... you could help," Max says quietly, making the other two look a little startled. "You seem smart, and capable, and... I just feel like you're a good person. Even if you're not normally someone who fights, well, it's different inside Memetropolis. Your mind is usually your greatest weapon. If you went on Memeshifts with us, I think you could help... well... s-save the world too."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll Memeshift with them.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[You won't Memeshift but you'll support them from the real world.|HelenMS]]\n\n[[No, this has to stop.|HelenMS]]

Of course you're going to shower in the guest bathroom. It's you, why would the very first thing you do be disobedience? For all you know Mr. Aubergine turned off the water to the other bathrooms just to make sure you wouldn't use them, he seems like that sort.\n\nBesides, once you get a fresh shirt and underwear out of your bag and head into the ground-floor bathroom, it's not exactly some cut-rate thing. There's a large, long shower with a sliding glass door and an oversized shower head, a nice sink and countertop, and a large mirror. Setting the clean things on the countertop, you undress, adding your jeans to the countertop and putting everything else in a pile to take everything back into the guest bedroom later.\n\nThe water heats up to an acceptable level and you step in, using a bit of liquid soap from the marked dispensor to lather up. Of course, you are a teenage guy, naked and rubbing his body, and with the added stimulation of being in a new place... it doesn't take long before your cock decides it's go time. You mmf a little as you realize you've gone almost achingly stiff... sigh. Spring.\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off.|QOHS]]\n\n[[Resist the urge.|QOHS1x2]]

Yeah, doing something that involves you directly really appeals, since this whole thing is because she just randomly decided she hated you. From there, you see three possible, well, levels of it.\n\n[[Mild|QOBook]] - The easiest thing to do, requiring the least amount of preparation, and offering the least amount of leverage, but should be enough to keep her in line.\n\n[[Heavy|QOBook]] - Requiring some preparation, but you should be able to manage it by tomorrow. This would give you the best chance of really lording it over her, and providing a nice level of humiliation if she challenges you.\n\n[[Extreme|QOBook]] - This wouldn't just change her life... it would change yours. You're pretty sure that you could manage to weather it and come through to the other side the better for it, but it would take pretty much all week to prepare it, and you probably wouldn't even see payoff until a month or two from now. Still... man it could be satisfying.

Sandra has to pay for her plans to persecute you... preferably in a way that would render her powerless to carry out those plans.\n\nScowling with her own lips, you settle down in one of her annoyingly comfy chairs to plot your current host's downfall. Bolstered by the fact that almost nothing you do in this body will ever be connected to <i>you</i>, just the girl you've already decided to punish, your mind runs freely a into dark and perverse areas that it never would have before. The sheer cruelty you discovered in Sandra's mind seems like it demands an equally cruel response, after all. After awhile, you come up with a variety of ideas that fit generally into three categories.\n\nThe first is [[personal vengeance|QOBook7x3]]... something that involves you specifically, and probably involves your body as well. This is something that, if used right, could give you anywhere from a little leverage over her to incredible amounts of it, essentially blackmail material. There's also the fact that it would be incredibly satisfying to defuse her irrational hatred of you by involving that 'scrawny stupid' body of yours, as she puts it.\n\nThe second would be [[humiliation|QOBook8x1]]. You could do something that would utterly destroy her reputation amongst the school populace, or town. It wouldn't be as personal, but it would certainly be satisfying, and without her popularity to use to rally other people against you, you'd certainly be safe from her plot.\n\nThe third would be to [[completely fuck up her life|QOBook9x1]]. Kind of on the extreme scale, but, well, you're pissed off. A scorched earth policy, as it were, introduce such a fucked-up aspect to her life that she'd never be able to recover from it.

Hm. How about that girl, Sandra, from your grade? She's hot, popular, <i>and</i> rich. You can just imagine the sort of fun you could have being her, even for a day! You think you have a pretty good idea where she lives too. Setting off, you head for the upper class part of town.\n\nIt takes looking in a few windows, but you finally find her. Sandra is a strawberry blonde with her hair in a long, thick braid down her back, and today she's wearing a white blouse and a black pleated skirt, with deep blue thigh-highs like the ones that are popular with local fashionista girls. Grinning, you focus on her, and gasp a little as you're suddenly inside her body. You lift her hands to look at them, examining the perfectly and expensively manicured nails, then gripping her chest and giving it a squeeze, moaning softly at the feel of her padded bra pressing into your skin. They're about as big as Maya's anyway, you think, you're not sure why she bothers to pad... ah, it's because obviously she has to be bigger than a lesser tier sort of girl like a goth, her memory provides.\n\nCurious, before you start doing anything else you dig around in her memories a little, curious as to what a person like this knows and thinks... and for that matter, if she's ever thought of you! Whatever tiny, subconscious hopes you might have of her having a secret crush are pretty much dashed immediately. She not only doesn't like you, she <i>dis</i>likes you, although for no actual reason... she just thinks you're "weird scum", and occasionally badmouths you to her friends whenever you come to her attention. In fact, she's been intending to start getting people to bully you when school starts! This... this utter bitch! You've never done anything to her!\n\nWell. Too bad for her, you're in pretty much the perfect spot to take some revenge!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, revenge!|QOBook7x2]]\n\n[[... Eh. Skip it.|QOBook10x1]]

Hm. You're pretty sure that if Kyriex could have offered you any more help she would have, so no point bringing her back. But these other figurines must have similarly powerful beings or spirits or abilities tied to them. And you're willing to bet most of them feel about like Lauriel as Kyriex did... meaning they'd jump at a chance to fuck her over. (Or possibly just fuck her.)\n\nAs you look at them you can sense the sort of magical potential resting just beneath the surface, easy to set off if they were handled improperly. You're fairly certain you can do so more carefully and deliberately now... it's just a matter of which one you'll choose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pig.|MeanLove6x4]]\n\n[[Wolf.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Unicorn.|MeanLove7x1]]

"Just a little distracted," you answer after a moment, grinning sheepishly.\n\n"Was it something Master Mors said?"\n\n"I... yeah." Well, just roll with it. "Heee said he wants me to stay and become a full monk. Not sure if I want to."\n\n"It's a big thing," Jakson says, a little quietly. "You'd be giving up a lot. Monks can't marry, or even... be impure of body." His golden cheeks turn rather coppery, before he clears his throat. "No real material wealth, and an obligation to devote your life to charity."\n\n'Yikes,' you almost say aloud, but manage not to at the last moment, even as you can't help but make a bit of a face. Geez, Warrior Nun Cyan does <i>not</i> have a good ring to it.\n\n"Still, it's... it's a worthy path, if you've got worthy people to walk it with," Jakson hastens to add as the cart crests a hill and starts approaching a little two-story building... roadside tavern, you'd guess from context. He pulls the cart up outside, then hops down and ties off the horses. "Ah, could you maybe...?"\n\n"Huh? Oh, right, sure sure." You jump down as well, unable to help appreciating how easy it is. Dang, this is actually kind of cool. You head over and pull down the back of the cart, then help Jakson haul down one of the barrels, the two of you carrying it in while you try not to ogle his muscles flexing too hard. The inside is dim despite being a clear bright morning outside... maybe the owner didn't want to bother putting in windows since they'd inevitably just get someone thrown through them. A chunky guy behind the counter grunts and points to one side of the bar, and you set the barrel down there, glancing around as Jakson starts talking with the man about payment. There's candles burning on little shelves, a fire in the hearth, a number of rickety-looking tables and chairs, and...\n\nYou stare. There's a big, almost-naked guy with a huge axe strapped to his back, a slightly less naked woman with pointy ears and a bow, a short, broad man in heavy armor and a scruffy, disreputable guy in leather and a sword at his hip. Holy crap, it's an authentic adventuring party! ... Super typical too, really, it's just missing the practically naked sorceress or the little old bent-backed wizard.\n\nYou glance from the people seated at the table, then over to where Jakson's apparently arguing with the innkeeper about something, probably how much money is owed. Then back to the adventuring party. This would be a prime chance to get the hell out of Dodge, or wherever this is, without being pressured into joining a life of altruism and celibacy. They're even <i>sitting in a tavern</i>, it's like they're waiting for you!\n\n<hr>\n[[Ditch Jakson.|GGMonk8x1]]\n\n[[Stick with Jakson.|GGMonk1x2]]

You share a long, long look with the other you. Then you both look at Celest, and hesitate, before it's you that says, "I think it's best if one of us becomes someone else. That just seems like... it'd cause the least heartache."\n\n"How do we decide which of us becomes someone else, though?" the other you asks.\n\nCelest takes a deep breath. "I'll set up a random number generator. That's the fairest way. You two should just... get back in the tubes, and I'll set up the generator to pick which of you becomes a new person. I'll also have the computer sort of randomly generate some traits to apply for your new body so that you look distinct and don't wind up setting off any lingering mental triggers."\n\nYou and you both nod slowly, watching Celest as she moves to start setting up a pair of the sleep chambers. You walk over to yourself, and after a second you both reach out and shake each other's hand. "So. I mean, I don't know whether to say 'good luck' or what," you tell yourself.\n\n"Or what 'good luck' means?" The other you gives you the wan grin you're fairly certain is on your own face. "Yeah, I get you. I guess better than anyone ever will again, after this."\n\nBoth of you give a short laugh, before Celest walks over. "Both the tubes are set up to put you to sleep. I'll go start prepping the other stuff. When you wake up it'll be in separate rooms on the ship and you won't remember a thing." She hesitates, then sniffles a little. "... I'm sorry. Both of you."\n\n"Celest, it's okay," you say in unison, reaching out to rest hands on her shoulders. "We've made this choice," you add.\n\n"You're putting this right, so thanks," the other you says. "We don't blame you, we just appreciate that you're fixing it."\n\n"Okay," she says, a little dejectedly still, but you think her tentacles have perked up a little. She takes a deep breath, then nods and turns, walking out.\n\nYou undress, and you do as well, both of you sneaking looks at yourself. After all, this is sort of the best look you're ever going to get at your own body... and the last look, for one of you. Maybe that keeps it awkward enough that neither of you can manage to ask the other for a closer look, and you both move in silence to settle into the open chambers, after a brief bump at both trying to move to the same one at first.\n\nYou settle onto the padding, looking up as the glass closes and that drowsy feeling washes over you. Though this time you can see a digital display flashing through what you assume must be numbers in Celest's language. You don't know what the numbers are, but just before you succumb to sleep, you see the display stop on one and flash-\n\n<hr>\n[[-blue.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[-red.|GGAlien3x3]]

Eh. There's a pretty good chance the wizards would just decide you're looney too, you figure. Besides, why be in such a rush to get home? This could be awesome!\n\nOnce Jackson is back driving and you're pulling out of the city, he gives a sigh. "I wish the prince would do something about the north road. Having to take the long way around adds so much time to this last delivery, we won't be home until full dark."\n\n"What's..." Wrong with the north road, you almost ask, but it's obvious you're supposed to know. "... your opinion on that north road thing?" you try instead.\n\n"The prince could so easily clear out those bandits and monsters if he was just willing to spend the coin," Jakson mutters, shaking his head. "Instead he holds lavish parties, sending each guest home with a Gnomish pocketwatch and such. Just a few of those could pay for the soldiers to man that road constantly for a year!"\n\n"Huh," you acknowledge, watching what's obviously the turnoff for said road coming up, since it leads into a dark, ominous-looking forest.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the north road.|GGMonk4x1]]\n\n[[Sit back and enjoy the ride.|GGMonk1x4]]

Sighing, you pull the aux plug to stop the Jingle Onslaught, and hit the AM button on your radio and then the Scan button to send the numbers racing for the only station in the area. Maybe wacky Mr. Conspiracy Theorist will actually be doing a proper Christmas broadcast this year instead of ranting about aliens and monsters and whatnot.\n\nTurns out, sort of, leaving you hunched over the steering wheel slightly in a mingling of amusement and consternation.\n\n"Santa Claus is <i>real</i>, people!" the broadcaster's voice huffs from your speakers, and you can just picture him leaning towards the microphone with crazed eyes. "That's the ultimate thing they don't want you to believe! Our parents say they're lying to us as kids but the actual lie they tell is when they convince you he's not real! He's real and he <i>fights aliens</i>! You're out there shaking your head, saying that's the dumbest thing you've ever heard, but isn't that proof of its truth?! They always convince you that the most real stuff that would scare the crap out of you if everyone knew it isn't real! Like the Bigfoot rape gangs! They don't want anyone thinking about a huge hairy things roaming the woods looking for a victim, 'cause if you're afraid of Bigfoot you're not being the good little productive drone they want you to be!"\n\nYou roll your eyes. What a loon.\n\n<hr>\n[["Santa is real", what nonsense.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["Aliens", complete trash.|HollyXmas4x2]]\n\n[["Bigfoot", pull the other one.|HollyXmas]]

You flip over a few pages, intending to start reading more about the 'Pure Succubus' variety of Tiefling. It's kind of interesting to think of someone with little bits of demonic heritage sort of 'building up' over the years until it all suddenly comes out at once in them. What a surprise that'd be!\n\n"It generally is, yes," comes an amused-sounding voice from almost directly beside you.\n\nYou blink and look up from the book, wondering if you actually got absorbed enough that you spoke your thought aloud (does that even happen?). Standing next to you is an attractive woman who, despite obviously being mature, is also somehow weirdly defiant of being classed as a particular age. Her long, dark hair (cut straight across the bangs) has a few streaks of blue in it, managing to not look like an affectation despite her obvious maturity, and her skin is smooth and flawless, though the curve of her chest and hips and legs all speaks to a fully ripened woman. Her clothes are somewhere between the two, a black blazer over a very tight midriff-baring white shirt, and a short skirt that somehow achieves that perfect place between 'normal' and 'vaguely scandalous', her legs sheathed in shiny black hose and stiletto heels on her feet. Her blue eyes twinkle from behind a set of lean spectacles as she looks at you. She somehow seems familiar, though you can't exactly say why. "Finding anything interesting, Cyan?"\n\n"Er... do I know you?" you ask suspiciously.\n\n"Yes and no. Here, you won't actually be needing this today," she continues, smoothly but gently plucking the book out of your hands and returning it to the shelf. Then she slides an arm around your shoulder and urges you to walk along with her... something about that familiarity, and her general nonthreatening presence, has you following along. "My name's Riara. The truth is, Cyan, one of the reasons you were probably interested in that part of the book is because it really does happen. Succubi and incubi do occasionally breed into a family line of mortals. Sometimes it's even the same one repeatedly." She grins and gives you a wink. "In the case of your family line, that succubus is me."\n\n"... Yeaaaah, I'mma hafta call BS on that one," you mutter, starting to draw away from her. "I don't know what you-"\n\n"Excuse me!" The college student now seems to have worked herself into a fine huff, storming over to you in her slightly overdone librarian getup, a scowl on her otherwise pretty face. "Seriously, this is a library, not some sort of social club! You two really need to-!"\n\nRiara snaps her fingers and points at the girl, interrupting with a firm, "Shut up." Instantly the blonde's teeth clack together, her eyes widening slightly. "Now turn around," Riara instructs, pointing downward and giving her finger a little twirl, the desk jockey instantly spinning in place to face away. "And go to the bathroom and don't come out until you've made yourself cum using just your asshole." With that, the student marches away off towards the further area of the library, her stride unwavering but her face red.\n\n"... Okay, you're either a succubus or that bitchy chick's very ingrained lesbian dom," you say, turning wide eyes towards the woman at your side.\n\n"By the end of the day it might be both, we'll see," Riara says with a chuckle as she guides you to one of the sitting areas, sinking into the slightly-too-low old yellow-lacquered garishly-padded chair like it was a throne. "Now," she says as you take a seat across from her. "Like I said I'm your ancestor, a few times over. Feel free to call me Gramma Riara if you like, my ego would like you to add the various 'Greats' but we haven't the time."\n\n"I'm... guessing you didn't walk up on me today just to have a nice little family connection?"\n\n"That <i>would</i> be nice but you're right, I had something more specific in mind." She flashes you a somewhat wolfish smile as she steeples her fingers. "The thing about succubi, Cyan, is that we tend to get ambitious as we go on. My ambition has outstripped just cuddling up to powerful demon lords or ruling from behind or beside the throne of some mortal mover and shaker. I want to be a god. And I want you to help me."\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, then give a short burst of laughter. "What? I mean... how could I possibly, or you possibly...?!"\n\n"There are all sorts of worlds scattered about the dimensional fabric, dear, a lot of them what you'd call 'fantasy' worlds." She pauses, and mutters more as if to herself, "The number of them that work on video game mechanics alone..." Then she shakes her head and refocuses on you. "But this isn't one of those, though it's similar enough to systems you're familiar with to let you flourish. What I want you to do is go to this world as what you were reading about... a Tiefling with strong succubus abilities. There, I want you to recruit powerful, influential people for me. Worshipers who can spread my faith quietly but far, building up the ranks until the power is enough to tip me over into proper godhood. To do that you'll be given inherent knowledge, abilities, funding, all of it! Moreover I'll be able to offer you some guidance so you won't be going in completely blind like <i>some</i> gods do with their summoned champions," she adds with a snort.\n\n"... I dunno..." You can't say you disbelieve her... besides her little demonstration with miss stick-up-the-butt (well it's probably like two fingers by now), somehow you just get the sense that she's telling you the truth, something inside you clicks with it. "I mean, what sort of god do you want to become, anyway?"\n\n"I've been giving it some thought," she allows, tilting her head back. "I don't want to restrict myself too much, I was thinking maybe the goddess of unashamed sexuality and free-spirited orgasms."\n\n... Okay so you're not seeing how that's evil. Still. "There's a few things I'm still unsure of, I guess? Like... is it really okay to just go interfering with another world like that? And what about my life here?"\n\n"My my you are a smart girl to ask these questions, I like that." Riara's eyes twinkle briefly before she shrugs. "As to the world, think of it like... a dream. Since it's a nebulous construct out there in the multiverse, it's sort of as real as it feels when it's being observed and acted upon by outside forces. A dream seems real when you have it, yeah? No matter how odd it is? It's the same thing here, in fact you'll be helping cement its reality through your actions." She spreads her hands a little. "As to your life here, if you're concerned about that I can always return you to practically the moment you left. If you wind up dying, or succeeding in making me a god, or just live a long life there and get tired of it and want to come home, I'll pop you back right here to this library like you were never gone."\n\n"I guess Narniaing it is one way to go about it," you murmur.\n\n"Yes but instead of leaving you in your mundane teenager life with nothing but memories of your fantastic adventures to sustain you, I'll make sure that when you come back you retain some of your abilities and an equivalent amount of wealth." She smirks and winks again. "That should be enough to make things interesting here too. So what do you say, Cyan? Will you head off to a fantasy world to help your Gramma become a proper god...?"\n\nYou shift in your chair. This... is a pretty amazing offer. A huge part of you wants to leap at it, but a small bit is urging caution. It's a demon sitting across from you after all, even if she does claim to be related to you. (Actually now that you look for it you can see it... she does sort of resemble both your mother and yourself, not the least of which is her penchant for blue in her hair.)\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGSTief1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSTief1ax1]]

You think about it for a moment, then decide that it's probably not that great an idea to go off with strangers. Tropes and obvious story hooks are one thing, but this is your life you're talking about now, apparently. You're not quite ready to leave the one friendly face you know to go off and get chomped by a dragon or something. So instead you head over to Jakson and the innkeeper, glancing at the little scattering of coins on the table. "What's the big deal?"\n\n"The barrel is ten silver coins," Jakson says, sighing in exasperation. "He is insisting that since he'll return the barrel that he should only pay nine. I keep telling him that is <i>not</i> how it works, but..."\n\nYou look at the money, then pick up one of the silver pieces. You look the innkeeper right in the eye, then twist your hands so hard and fast that the metal snaps cleanly in two. You fight not to smirk as his face goes pale, and you drop half of the coin back on the bar before scooping the rest up. "Compromise," you chirp cheerfully, turning to walk out.\n\n"W-what was that?!" Jakson demands as he joins you back at the wagon. \n\n"Setting a tone for later. He'll probably just pay next time, needed to be reminded he wasn't messing about with any old monks. C'mon, let's go," you urge as you scramble back into the wagon's seat.\n\nEventually Jakson joins you and the two of you set off again. Eventually you pull into what looks like a small city... bustling, noisy, and rather smelly to be honest, but you're left staring at the crowds. Humans, yeah, but elves, dwarves, and other stuff too... you're pretty sure you see at least one half-orc. Wow. You crane your neck, then point, "Hey, Jakson, what's that?"\n\n"Hm?" He glances over, then frowns. "Cyan, that's the wizard's tower. You've seen it plenty of times before."\n\n"Oh. ... I thought maybe they painted it over or something," you reply lamely, trying not to notice the odd look Jakson gives you.\n\nBut you're thoughtful again as you unload the next barrel. Wizards... if you were keen on getting home, you could go see what they know. Being that they presumably know magic and shit. Or you could always see where this goes... it hasn't exactly been thrilling so far, but you're literally in a world of adventure now, maybe you just need some time to figure out what adventure you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see the wizards.|GGMonk3x1]]\n\n[[Stay the course.|GGMonk1x3]]

You hesitate for long moments, then let out a sigh as you move to sit down on the bed a bit separated from him, flopping your hands in your lap. "... I'm a girl," you say after another bit of hesitation.\n\n"Uh, dude, I've seen you change clothes, you are not a girl," Kevin replies, frowning lightly. Then he blinks and tilts his head. "Or, I mean, do you mean like, you know, you're... uh, what's the right word...?"\n\n"Yes. I mean, no," you hedge, before sighing and putting your hands to your head. "It's not like that, but... okay, I'll try and explain."\n\nYou give Kevin a much-abbreviated version of the events from your weekend at your brother's, explaining how you originally got set up on a date with a cute crossdresser because of what you saw. You can see Kevin shifting in place a bit as you explain, and you're not sure if it's in mild discomfort or... something else. But you continue on to explaining how when the time came, your "date" wound up completely dominating you and making you admit you weren't really a man.\n\n"And at the end of the school year, Emi and his brother are going to put me through... training," you murmur, glancing down. "I guess that they'll eliminate the last of my masculinity and... I dunno, probably teach me how to dress, do my makeup, turn me into whatever their idea of a 'real girl' is." You sigh. "I mean, it makes sense, right? I was never that great at being a guy anyway, so..."\n\n"Hey, Jamie, knock it off with that bullshit, huh?" Kevin's expression had been growing more serious over your last few sentences, and now he grips your shoulders and twists you to face him. "You've never been 'crap at being a guy', okay? Look I always thought you should be more, I dunno, outgoing or confident or something, but that doesn't make you bad at being a guy! That's not what being a guy even is! You're a guy by being you, and you're a man by... I dunno, just deciding what being a man is to you."\n\nHe hesitates, looking a little embarrassed by his outburst of sincerity, or maybe because he's made you blush and stare at him. But after a second he continues. "Look, if this is what you actually, really want... like you're <i>happy</i> with it... then fine, that's your choice. But if it's not what you want, tell me, I'll do something about it. I mean, I dunno what, but we'll figure something out, this guy can't be <i>that</i> powerful. I'll keep you safe, I promise. Just... I mean, tell me what you want!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You want the training.|QOBro3x7]]\n\n[[You don't want the training.|QOBro]]\n\n[[You want to kiss him.|QOBro]]

"... This is her home," you say quietly. "She loves it here. She wanted me to stay here with her. And even if you say it's a gift she gave me... I can't really see it as anything but a loan. So I owe her... and if it takes a long time to build up the interest to pay her back, I'll do it. So I'll stay here with her like she wanted... until she's ready to collect."\n\n"Perhaps humans are like fairies in at least one way... they combine great foolishness and great kindness in equal amounts," Queen Tania answers after a moment, giving you a small smile. "Very well. I will have a caretaker assigned to Alina's tree so that it won't die in her absence. You may have the quarters next door to these, and be with her as much as you like. I'll send one of the court mages around to cast that stabilizing spell on you as well, so that you may continue your vigil without fear. You may consider yourself my very welcome guest until Alina awakens... whether that be tomorrow or further down the line."\n\n"Thank you, Queen Tania," you say quietly, bowing your head to her. "... Just, thank you."\n\n"It is for my subjects, this is very little to give," she answers gently, reaching out a hand to stroke it over your gleaming crimson hair. Then she turns and pads out of the room, golden hair swaying gently behind her.\n\nYou pull a chair over to the side of the bed and settle your bare rear into it, reaching out to take one of Alina's hands and wrap your own around it. "Hear that? I'm not going anywhere, okay? ... Alina," you murmur quietly, feeling tears well in your eyes again as you lean your forehead against the back of her hand. "... Even in just two days, even with the mistake you made... you've been the best friend I ever had. ... So I'll be here when you wake up, okay? I won't let you be alone, not like I was before I came here. I'll be right here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|MiniEric5axEnd]]

"I think it was the left fork," you say slowly. Jane nods, and turns the wheel to send the jeep zooming down the left path. As the two of you zip down the road, you hear something like thunder and look up, trying to see the clouds. Instead, you spot a massive wall of grey skin coming downwards. You scream, and Jane swerves wildly to avoid the brachiosaurus' foot slamming down onto the road in front of you. The gaudily-painted jeep leaps off the roadway and off of a short cliff, plummeting down into a deep ravine obviously intended to keep the dinos from moving freely around the park.\n\nWhen you come to, you're leaned forward against the seatbelt, the jeep nearly vertical, its crumpled front resting against the ground. You try to clear your aching head and look to the side. The driver's side door is open and Jane is gone... either having ditched you as an encumberance or having been dragged away by something. You're not sure which the "better" of those two options would be. You look down at yourself and notice that other than some bruises, you seem to be okay, and nothing hurts too bad to move. Your bodysuit's been practically shredded, though... either something tried to get at you, or the darn things just rip like tissue paper.\n\nFeeling a bit self-conscious but more worried, you manage to undo your seatbelt and clamber out of the jeep. Your rifle's nowhere to be seen, and it would appear you've lost your belt as well... you've really got nothing more than some tattered grey fabric clinging to your body that does effectively nothing to preserve your modesty. Well, and your boots and gloves, at least you have those. \n\nIt's gotten dark, and with a shiver you remember what Jane said happened after dark... the predatory dinos come out to play. And any doubts that they're really out there were sort of neatly annihilated by the cause of your little roadway accident. You need to move... if they really are smart, the jeep is like a big orange and green beacon saying 'Person here!' You peer into the moonlit darkness, trying to spot a safe-looking route.\n\nIt quickly becomes apparent that there's no such thing to be had. There are only two paths you can spot through the trees... one involves [[wading through a sort of broad stream|SauriaPlaceholder]], the other appears to be a [[cave|SauriaPlaceholder]]. The cave looks like it goes in the general direction of the breeding facility, so if it's a tunnel it might lead you where you were going... and if it's the lair of something predatory, well, didn't Jane say those were all out hunting at night? The stream would seem to carry less danger, but then it is more out in the open, plus what if you got stuck?\n\nOf course, you could always try to [[climb back up the cliff|SauriaPlaceholder]] and get back to the road...

"The good doctor will just have to catch up," you say blandly, stepping up onto the pad.\n\n"But sir-"\n\n"If she wants to be a pouting child she can sit in whatever corner she wants," you add, scowling, which clearly startles the lieutenant. You don't care, you're handing your comm badge and pips to the first superior officer you see and checking into a holodeck hotel or something. "Program the transporter and let's get out of here."\n\n"Um, yes sir."\n\nYou're so annoyed you barely notice the pleasant tingle of the transporter beam this time. As you step off the pad, the ensign behind the console announces, "Commander, Admiral Bigguns is waiting for you in her office down the hall, to your left." That's convenient. You'll give your report, drop your insignia on her desk, and hopefully you can begin civilian life in this unfeasible utopian communist future before sundown. As you head into the hallway, you can hear the transporter operator acknowledging a communication from the ship... sounds like the good doctor was waiting until you were gone so she wouldn't have to share a transporter beam with your nasty pragmatism.\n\nYou're about twenty feet down the hall when you hear a scream. Whirling around, you see the transporter room doors open and <i>something</i> come rushing out and go the opposite way down the hall... something large, non-humanoid, and cloaked in some sort of shimmery stealth field that means you can't tell a lot more than that about it. A moment later, the stripes of computer panels along the sides of the walls start flashing a red light and whooping a siren.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shit. Grab a phaser rifle and get after it!|TrekF5x1]]\n\n[[Nope nope nope. Not your problem anymore.|TrekF2x14]]

You select Yuffie Kisaragi, grinning at the thought of stalking and hunting a ninja (albeit a slightly highly visible one). You click through the standard reminder without really reading it. The now-familiar sound and sight of walls parting and sliding and proffering you weapons begins, leaving you to pick from the usual array of weaponry.\n\n<<if $mbyuffie is false>><img src=https://i.imgur.com/j14UdI1.jpg?1><br>[[Misogybot Rifle|CapYuffie-MBRStart]] - It won't actually turn the target into a robot. Rather its blasts are an electromagnetic field containing a number of nanobots that will enter the target's brain and form new, artificial neural pathways that will induce a state of mild euphoria and reinforce any and all ideas that the target's only value is as a sex object.<<endif>><<if $botyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/vASszwX.jpg?1><br>[[Plasticine Pistol|CapYuffie-PPStart]] - Three shots with this pistol will turn the target into a literal sexbot. All three are necessary for full conversion, but be warned, the mind wipe is contained in the third blast; after the second, the target will be stronger and faster than normal!<<endif>><<if $rubberyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/IGew3FQ.png?1><br>[[Vulcanizer|CapYuffie-RubStart]] - The Vulcanizer fires blobs of a heavy rubber-like substance. Once the target is completely covered with them, they will soak into the target's body and turn it completely into an immobile rubber sex doll.<<endif>><<if $slutyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/wCVxHAk.jpg?1><br>[[Reconditioning Rifle|CapYuffie-RRStart]] - This rifle actually doesn't do the reconditioning. Instead it's a simple dart rifle, with the dart delivering a payload that contains a combination mild tranquilizer, mild aphrodisiac, and transporter beacon. Once the latter activates, you and the target will be transported to the reconditioning room, where the target will be modified. Only carries one shot.<<endif>><<if $slaveyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/LDrqfg2.jpg?1><br>[[Collar Crossbow|CapYuffie-CCStart]] - This weapon will fire a slave collar at the target. The collar will compel obedience and prevent acts of hostility or disruption towards the owner, but will not otherwise alter the target's personality or attitude.<<endif>><<if $furrayunlocked is true and $furyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/ElV5rUA.jpg?1><br>[[FurRay|CapYuffie-FRStart]] - Developed by Doctor Gina Diggers (unwillingly) using data from her sister, the energy of this pistol induces a form of lycanthropy based on the target's genes. Their intelligence will decrease and become "feral", and they will also go into heat; immediately satisfying this heat will secure their loyalty.<<endif>><<if $mbyuffie is true and $botyuffie is true and $rubberyuffie is true and $slutyuffie is true and $slaveyuffie is true and $furyuffie is true and $waifuyuffie is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/91yiQvg.jpg?2>[[Waifu Wand|CapYuffie-WaifuStart]] - This simple device projects a neural field that creates associations in the target's brain, marking the wielder as someone they have a deep and abiding affection for. This affection will override any and all questions of the target's own preferences or morality, and is permanent. (Any resemblance to a real-life product is both intentional and hilarious.)<<endif>>\n\n<<if $mbyuffie is true and $botyuffie is true and $rubberyuffie is true and $slutyuffie is true and $slaveyuffie is true and $furrayunlocked is false and $yuffiecomplete is false>>There is one more weapon to capture Yuffie with, but you haven't unlocked it yet. Return to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]] and explore <b>fur</b>ther.<<else if $Yuffiecomplete is true>>Hey you shouldn't be here, this character's complete, go back to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]].<<endif>>

You wake up feeling woozy and confused, like you stayed up way too late and slept way too little. Man, so much for what Celest said about those sleeping pods! You're not in one now, though, you find, instead laying on a shelf with a very comfortable gel-like pad and pillow under you. Looking around, you seem to be in a small room with what's obviously a bathroom area open to the rest of the room, as well as a small desk on the wall and an area with a couch and low table. Some kind of stateroom? You get up and stagger over to the sink, splashing some water on your face and rubbing it, slowly starting to feel better... actually, the longer that passes, the more awake and alert you feel. Maybe that chamber really does make you feel well-rested, it just takes some time to kick in? Noticing the mirror surface on the wall next to the sink area, you look into it, and for a moment you have the weirdest feeling that a stranger is looking back at you.\n\nBut no, that's you. You focus on yourself, trying to banish the feeling by taking in your features... your hair, naturally red but dyed a wholly unnatural bright color of it, falling down around and past your slender freckled shoulders. Those are your big green eyes, your cute little nose, your sleek body, your barely an A-cup boobs (alas), your lithe hips and coltish legs. All of that makes up Scarlet, and has every day for years. You think back on your life... orphaned at an early age, and coming into a grand inheritance, mostly looked after by servants or distant relatives for stretches at a time. And then one night you were out stargazing, and you met an alien... Celest! Grinning at the thought of the grand adventure you've embarked upon, you look around to see if she's left you any clothes. Ah, there they are, your own clothes all folded up neatly... a loose, long-sleeved white shirt, black pleated skirt, knee-high socks and black low-top sneakers. (And your red panties, of course... sadly you just can't see the point of bothering with a bra unless the way you're dressing that day absolutely calls for it.) You pull on your clothes and decide to head out, intending to wander around until you find Celest.\n\nYou actually don't have that hard of a time finding your way to the bridge, emerging onto it to find Celest sitting in the captain's chair, wearing a less retro-future and black version of what she was wearing yesterday. You blink as you realize she's also talking to another Earth girl, probably about your own age, with black hair that's been dyed with blue and purple tips, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Both look over at you, the stranger's blue eyes curious as you approach.\n\n"Ah, right, Cyan, I'd like you to meet Scarlet," Celest says, seeming mildly nervous for some reason. "I picked her up a little before you, but she was really tired so she's been asleep the whole time. Scarlet, this is Cyan."\n\n"Hi, nice to meet you!" you offer, holding out your hand.\n\n"Nice to meet you too," Cyan replies, smiling and shaking your hand. "Gotta say, I'm impressed... I barely suppressed a freakout when I got beamed aboard, but someone your age, you must have been way more scared, but you don't seem bothered at all."\n\nYou blink. Someone 'your age'? But you're... then you flush a little. Oh... she thinks you're a kid because you're shorter than her and... undeveloped. Not exactly the first time it's happened to you, but the first time it's happened while in high Earth orbit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Laugh it off.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[Get annoyed.|GGAlien]]

"Look, guys, it's only the first day, alright?" you hedge, glancing back and forth. "You don't need to push so hard, we've got months and months yet. Why don't we relax and get to know each other some?"\n\nBoth briefly look disappointed, but give nods of agreement, the disguised angel a slow bob, the disguised demon's a few quick jerks. "You're probably right," Shauna allows. "I guess if we just start flinging our abilities at you, it's less 'friendly' and more 'blitz'."\n\n"Besides, this way we can show you the new entertainment room!" Mallory whispers eagerly, off-red eyes twinkling as he stands up and smooths his skirt a bit.\n\n"Entertainment room?" you ask curiously, keeping your voice low since your mother is still nearby. You get up and follow the two as they head past the stairs, blinking at the sight of yet another door that wasn't there yesterday.\n\n"Well, we had to put something on the lower story of the house for our rooms to rest on! I mean we didn't <i>have</i> to but it would've looked weird to the mortals if we didn't," Mallory snorts as he opens the door and grandly gestures you both inside, smirking at Shauna as he accepts the invitation with a bit of a haughty sniff. Mallory follows you both in, slipping around you as you come to a stop in shock. "We talked it over and decided on an entertainment room."\n\nIt's a heck of a room too, with tons of high-end comfortable seating, a huge wall-mounted TV, a small set of desks with obviously high-end PCs and monitors grouped together for consecutive play, a huge shelving unit lined with movies and books, and on and on. "We built wards into the walls so that no one will interfere with your privacy in here," Shauna chirps. "Consider it your personal refuge! To share with us during the contest, obviously."\n\nYou nod a little numbly, and add, "Man, you guys have done a great job on everything working together like this." Neither of them seems to quite know how to take that by the glance they exchange, and on a whim you press that, "Hey, so why don't the two of you pick out a movie we can watch together?"\n\n"Uh... us?" Mallory asks, pointing at himself, Shauna looking at him too before back to you. "Wouldn't you rather-"\n\n"No, remember, this is a day to relax and get to know each other," you insist. "You're the ones that picked out the movies for the shelves anyway, right? There must be something on there that both of you agreed on."\n\nAnother glance, then both shrug and make their way over to the shelves, starting to talk quietly. You settle down on the couch to watch them, hoping this winds up going well. It does sound like they start arguing a few times, but it never really goes beyond raised whispers and light shoves on the shoulder. You blush and glance away as, almost in unison, they bend over to look at one of the lower shelves, coming within a hair's bredth of flashing you due to their rising skirts. But finally they come back and proffer you a thick faux-gold-embossed case.\n\n"Lord of the Rings?" you ask in a bit of surprise as you accept it.\n\n"Everyone likes Lord of the Rings," Mallory asserts, with Shauna nodding energetically. "Apparently. We picked it out, you put it in."\n\nSeems fair, you have to admit, so you get up and head to the area containing all the players and consoles, spending a moment figuring out the unfamiliar player's eject function. Once you do, you bend over to put in the first disk, then rise and turn... and get the distinct impression from Shauna's beaming grin and Mallory's smirk that neither of them felt the need to look away when you bent over. Blushing, you return to the couch and sit down between the two, snagging the remote from the coffee table and starting the movie.\n\nYou have to admit, the picture and sound are amazing... the room's even outfitted with a little kitchenette stocked with snacks and sodas. Though you get the feeling both Shauna and Mallory start out a bit tense, with an almost thick quality to the air between them that smothers you just a little, as the watching goes on things clear. You guess they're realizing neither is going to take the first chance to literally stab the other, or something. By the time The Two Towers starts, both seem at ease and are even making occasional offhanded comments to you and each other, to the point that you almost could forget that you're watching a movie with a disguised angel and demon, rather than two normal friends.\n\nAs you return from changing the disk and settle in, both Mallory and Shauna shift a little... and your cheeks heat as they both, apparently without really thinking about it to judge from the smoothness of their motions, lean in against your sides and rest their heads on your shoulders. Both of them feel warm and their hair is very soft brushing against your neck... Shauna's immaculately straight and groomed locks smelling of that vanilla-and-mountain-air taste from when you kissed him before, Mallory's tousled black mop carrying the scent of something sweet and spicy, like cinnamon and incense. And you definitely have to admit that both of those scents together are... really nice. You can't help but sneak nervous looks down at both... they really do seem absorbed in the movie, those pretty, slender bodies clad in girls' clothes, and yet you know below those skirts must be those big cocks... and this time you find your own stirring a little at the thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a move.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Just put your arms around them.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Do nothing.|QOInc]]

"... 'kay," you murmur, meekly ducking your head back down and sucking at the meeting of Kevin's shaft and sack, flicking our tongue at it.\n\n"Yeah, there y'go, really put some effort into sucking my cock," Kevin murmurs, putting a hand to your head and pressing you in eagerly.\n\nYour cheeks flare anew with a blush, but at this point you've sort of committed to it. You run your tongue up the underside of Kevin's shaft, starting to open your mouth again only for your friend to push your head down again, urging you down deeper than you'd originally meant. You gag some as the tip of Kevin's cock nudges the opening of your throat, but he allows you to draw your head up when you jerk back up reflexively... only to urge you down again, pressing against your throat again, more firmly this time. This repeats again and again, your friend pushing his cock a bit further down your throat every time, until finally your lips are rubbing around the very base of his shaft.\n\nWith the silent porn still playing on the TV behind you, you continue deep-throating Kevin's cock, making soft gagging and quagging noises as his fingers twist in your hair a bit and he continues urging you on. Until suddenly he pulls you back, leaving you to gasp and look up at him, blushing as he stares down at you with a lustful gleam in his eyes, spit-shined prick jutting up from his lap. Your friend grabs you by the upper arm and hauls you up onto the bed, giving you a half-shove down onto the bed, your own stiff cock wobbling in the air briefly before it's pinned between the bed and your belly. Kevin nudges your legs apart as he clambers atop you, your balls bared from beneath you, his own brushing over them as he moves into position atop you, his cocktip nudging at your pucker.\n\n"W-wait, Kevin, I'm not sure I'm-" you start to protest, only to cut off with a gasp as his saliva-slick cock pushes deep into your ass. He wastes little time in beginning to fuck you, with all the eagerness and selfishness of a teenage boy... and despite having previously preferred to dream of fucking big-breasted women like the ones in the porno, somehow the fact that you are yourself an eager teenage boy apparently means you respond to that, your ass squeezing eagerly around the cock plunging into it. Of course it might also have something to do with the way the motion is making your cock rub against the sheets, pressed firmly against them below your belly, your pre soaking gradually into the sheets. Your eyes roll in your head some as your best friend pounds away at your ass, and you're not entirely sure which comes first, the hot rush of his cum deep inside you or your own cock twitching and spurting across the shets. You lay trembling and panting, consciousness starting to fade a little as you feel Kevin pulling out of you and rubbing his still mostly-hard and now cum-smeared prick across your buttocks.\n\nWhen you wake, despite the light now coming in through the window, there's almost the experience of no time having passed at all, since you can feel Kevin once again rubbing his cock against your buttcheeks before pushing between them and inside of you, starting to pump his hips. You moan as your limp cock rapidly hardens against the mattress. "K-Kevin, wait, we'll get caught," you whimper out, biting your lower lip as he bounces you against the bed with his thrusts.\n\n"Nah, everyone's out for the day," he replies, voice hoarse with desire as he pumps into you, hands pressing on your shoulders. "I came up with an excuse so we could stay and I could spend all day fucking you."\n\nThose words send a shudder through you, your ass squeezing around his pumping prick in response. There's a strange sort of pressure as the need to pee mingles with the desire to cum from getting fucked, leaving you edging until Kevin finally dumps his first load of the morning in your ass and pulls out, leaving you trembling and panting with jizz dripping from your well-fucked hole as he heads into his bathroom to shower. After a few minutes you get up and pull on your pajama pants and shirt, hunching over the tent in your pants despite being assured no one's home. You manage to pee, but soon the feeling of cum dribbling out of your ass and the memory of Kevin panting and plunging into you has you jerking your own stiff prick, moaning as your mind goes through confused images of being fucked, fucking hot girls from the porno, and being fucked by well-hung guys from the porno, your brain seemingly unable to decide what's actually getting you off as you spurt long ropes of white against the edge of the toilet bowl.\n\nYou get a bit more cleaned up and eventually emerge, peeking into Kevin's room to see it empty and with the bathroom light off. Trying downstairs, you find him setting bowls out on the table, some cereal boxes and a gallon of milk already set out. Grinning at the sight of you, he walks over, cock visibly stiffening in his jeans as he reaches out to push on your shoulder, obviously trying to guide you to your knees for a pre-breakfast blowjob.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kneel.|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[[Resist.|QOKevPorn9x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOKevPorn]]

"Fine, we'll go look for clues," you assert, stepping back out to join Cloud and Barret, explaining the task to them (leaving out the mayor's other proposals, since the two of them murdering him might derail things a bit). They both seem rather aggravated by the delay, but agree that it's the only way forward, and the three of you set off through the various book rooms trying to discover clues to the mayor's little riddle. Eventually the three of you return, the deputy mayor actually letting all three of you into the office at once this time.\n\n"So, have you discovered the clue?" the mayor asks smugly.\n\n"We have. The answer is..." You consult the scrap of scratch paper you used. "'Honesty'."\n\n"Darn, you figured it out, and here I thought I'd made it something no one would ever guess," he huffs.\n\n"I mean it was pretty clever, who would ever think of a politician and honesty going together?"\n\n"Well thank you. Anyway, here's my keycard, feel free to wreck some shit," he answers, passing you the card, then standing up and pulling out a hefty packpack made of gold cloth and fastening it on. He presses a button on his desk, causing the wall behind him to slide down and reveal the open expanse beyond, wind whistling by. "Mayor, out!" he calls before leaping through the opening and dropping out of sight.\n\n"I voted for him," Barret notes flatly.\n\n"We all do incredibly stupid things sometimes," you assure your friend gently, patting him on the arm. \n\nThe three of you head up to the sixty-fifth floor, the highest unlocked by the mayor's keycard. You emerge into an obvious laboratory or storage (or both) area of some sort, to judge by the look of the walls and the ceilings, as well as the very large and varied containment tanks holding strange specimens. The three of you walk along the fairly narrow hallway, until you hear a faint clatter and turn, noticing that Cloud has stopped and is staring at a tall glass cylinder, his whole body trembling. The thing inside is definitely rather awful-looking... it resembles a headless, skinless female form, but instead of muscle tissue and fat cells it's a solid mass of strangely-colored meat dotted here and there with metal clamps and implants. Whatever it is, it seems to be giving Cloud conniptions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort Cloud.|FFTL]]\n\n[[TIFA SMASH THING WHAT HURT <strike>BOY</strike>FRIEND!|FFTL]]

"I mean, I admit I didn't know she was a succubus, specifically," you answer, straightening up after a moment and rubbing the back of your head. "But she couldn't have been more out of place. This is the middle of the woods, not the edge of it... if she was some hermit that lived out here, a hermit doesn't have a lantern like that, they have a plain, functional one or something. Plus no callouses, no dirt, she looked like she just stepped out of a beauty spa. Even if she was someone who lived out in the civilized area beyond the forest and walked here, who goes for a walk in these woods in the middle of the night wearing that? She was obviously <i>something</i> that wasn't right, whatever she was."\n\n"... You have a good head on your shoulders," the woman says after a moment's silence, nodding. "Even if you got yourself lost in the woods in the first place," she adds, quirking an eyebrow slightly bisected by a scar.\n\nYou grin sheepishly. "A halfling made me a very polite offer of dinner, I didn't want to be late."\n\nAt that she snorts. "The temptations of the flesh and the spirit are one thing, but a halfling's cooking might make any holy woman consider, aye." She works some catch on the crossbow to collapse its limbs and tucks it into a holster at her thigh. "I'm Jaina."\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"You're one of the monks from the nearby monastery, yes? Or rather, one of the foundlings they've trained, by the look of you. Well, come on. I'll try hunting that succubus down during the day, for now I'll get you out of here." Jaina glances about, then sets off, apparently just expecting you to follow her... which, of course, you do, since you want to get the hell out of these woods. Things are quiet for a bit, before Jaina says, "Listen. If you were sneaking out to dinner in the middle of the night, I'm guessing life in the monastery isn't exactly doing it for you."\n\n"Uh, you could say that, yeah," you murmur. You haven't actually lived much life there, but somehow what you've heard so far hasn't made you in a hurry to get back.\n\n"I've been thinking it's about time I pick up some traveling companions. At least someone to help me out a little while I'm on the road. It helps to have others to move around with sometimes. It's dangerous work, hunting the infernal creatures, but it can be rewarding in a number of ways. I can teach you a lot too." She trails off, seeming just a bit awkward, and you get the sense she probably doesn't converse at length with other people a lot. "... If you're not interested in that, I can show you the way to Holisti, where I'm going next. It's a safe place, but there are plenty of different ways for you to make your fortune there... definitely a lot more options than being a monk in the backwoods."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to become her companion.|GGMonk1x10]]\n\n[[Go to Holisti.|GGMonk]]

"I... I think I do want their training though." You blush, but manage a sheepish grin. "I mean it... it's hard to explain, but it just felt... really right when it was happening, and I... I mean..."\n\nYou hesitate over whether to actually say what's on your mind, but finally you speak, your words soft as you avert your eyes downward. "I probably didn't even have my mind made up until today. Seeing you... react to me like I was a girl... knowing you see me as a girl... that made me, well... that made me happy. More than any of the lewd stuff... th-though that's hot too," you admit, blushing as you glance aside and flick a finger at your cheek. "I think... you seeing me as a girl... ... a cute girl... that kind of made my mind up."\n\n"... Oh." Kevin's blushing too now, but he nods slowly. "Okay. If it's what you want, then I'm... well, I'm okay with it."\n\n"Alright. Um, Kevin?" You peek up at him. "... When I'm a 'proper' girl, can we... you know... go out?"\n\nKevin's blush only gets worse... but clears as he grins. "Yeah. Yeah, sure."\n\nStill a bit uncertainly, you raise your head a bit, and find his lips gently pressing on yours. You find yourself resisting the urge to leap to your feet and shout 'Squee!', but manage to keep in your place.\n\nThe rest of the school year passes in a bright, anticipatory haze. You start getting less and less concerned about looking girly when you dress, to the point of wearing an actual scrunchie for your ponytail. Your parents give you a bit of a side-eye for it, but at school you get more odd looks than any sort of teasing or abuse at least. When the last day comes and the final bell rings, you give Kevin a quick hug in an alcove before practically skipping out to the curb where Will's car is waiting.\n\n"Well you're in a good mood, little sister," Will comments as you settle into your seat. "Looking forward to your summer with the 'girls' that much?"\n\n"Yeah, kinda," you admit with a grin, though to yourself you think, 'And what comes after it.'\n\nWill drives you all the way across town, through the main city center and to the suburbs that are on the other side of it. The houses here aren't quite mansions, but most of them have high privacy fences around them you notice. Will pulls up outside one of them, white with pink trim, and a large sakura tree on the part of the lawn that's outside the fence. (You're fairly certain it's fake, since you don't think it would actually be in bloom otherwise.) Will bids you goodbye as you get out and make your way up to the gate, which rolls open at your approach, allowing you to head up to the door. Before you can knock, the door opens and Emi, wearing a skirt, thigh-highs, and a spaghetti-strap top waves you inside.\n\nThe entryway at least seems fairly normal, you think, as Aki makes his way over, dressed almost identically to Emi. "So welcome to the first day of your training! ... Hm. I'd call you by a girly version of your name, but 'Jamie' already works for a girl, doesn't it?" he muses, tapping at his chin with one finger as you blush. "But you've obviously been taking your pills, and I doubt you'd be here if you weren't wearing your cute girly panties. I've been keeping an eye on you too..." He smirks, folding his arms over his chest. "Seems you've already gone and hooked a boy you like."\n\n"Uh, I, well..." You stammer, before looking down and answering quietly, "I mean, I didn't do anything with him, I just... I like him, and I think he likes me, so..."\n\n"As long as you obeyed, that's perrrrfectly fine," Aki coos, stepping over and draping an arm around your shoulders as he leads you further into the house, Emi padding along behind on stocking feet. "It does alter our plans a little, but it's fine."\n\n"Oneesan and I talked it over," Emi adds with a giggle as you're urged to sit down on a couch, the pink-haired boy continuing as you look back and forth between him and his brother in confusion. "While we were originally going to turn you into a mewling little cumdump for 'proper' men... welllll, you seem to have adapted to being a girl a bit better than we expected, what with the impending boyfriend and all. So we're going to go a bit more 'princess maker'... or maybe 'girlfriend-raising project', something like that."\n\n"So, Jamie, this Kevin boy that you're going to hook up with when we're done," Aki asks, leaning forward a bit more towards you. "What kind of girl do you want to be for him?"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. You're going to... pick the type of girl you become? And you're being encouraged to pick what kind Kevin would like? Well... in that case... you'd want to be...\n\n<hr>\n[[Sexy.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Wholesome.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Extroverted.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Confident.|QOBro]]

"I call bullshit," you declare, falling back a few steps, your body naturally settling into a combat ready stands with your fists up and forward... which you alter somewhat to extend your index fingers and put them together in a cross. "Get thee behind me, Satan, or whoever the fuck you are."\n\nThe woman's lips pull back from her teeth and she sucks in a hard, angry hiss of breath, before her expression goes cold. "Fine," she says in a bland tone, the dress pulling away from her body, her breasts, hips, legs all taking on even more luscious proportions, while her waist thins even more and her legs and body lengthen, making her more of a subtle exaggeration or mockery of the female figure than anything real. The dress pulls to her back and then spreads out as a pair of silver-limbed, almost translucent-skinned wings, and a spade-tipped tail coils into appearance and lashes behind her. "Fine," she sneers, smirking now as she raises her hands, those elegant fingers now tipped by gleaming metallic claws. "We'll do this the <i>hard</i> way!"\n\nShe's just starting to move towards you when you hear the faintest buzzing noise. You can just barely see three objects with dark, pointy tips, each wreathed by a nimbus of golden energy, before they slam into the transformed woman's chest, one directly between those perfect breasts, one high on her belly, and one practically hitting her right in the nipple, leaving short pale wood shafts sticking out of the points. The thing shrieks and staggers back, almost clawing at herself to get the bolts out, before apparently thinking better of it and turning, wings flapping as she takes off, smashing through the canopy of clawlike black branches and sending a scattering of twigs and dried leaves down after her. \n\nYou turn your head to watch as a woman emerges from the treeline in the direction the bolts came from. She's olive-skinned, her black hair pulled back in a simple, but slightly scruffy ponytail. She has mismatched eyes, one such a dark blue it's almost black, the other a pale green. She's wearing a long black leather coat that moves a bit heavily around her, and you think you can see that it's lined with dark metal rings. Beneath that she has on a black leather midriff-baring top studded with silver, and a pair of plain black cloth pants tucked into knee-high boots with silver clasps. There's a sword sheathed over her shoulder, and what looks like some sort of small crossbow in one hand.\n\n"Not bad," she says after just looking at you somewhat flatly for a moment. The words are a little grudging, but seem sincere. "How did you know she was a succubus?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Because she just felt wrong.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Because you're not an idiot.|GGMonk1x9]]

Being a guard wouldn't be so bad, you decide, folding up the flyer and then heading off towards the address on it. It's probably actually some old little country home surrounded by a wall that's been preserved as a tourist trap as the city grew up around it.\n\nOr... not. A bit later you stare up at the high wall surrounding what looks like a cross between a Las Vegas casino and some sort of amusement park. It's got what looks like a roller coaster running all around the edge of the property just inside the wall, a number of miniature versions of world landmarks dotting the area with the tracks running over or even through some of them, and a massive old Japanese building in the center... well, old in architectural structure. It seems to be made out of all high-tech materials... gleaming stainless steel, carbon nanofiber, lit by blinking green LEDs. Yikes, what an eyesore. Maybe 'Palace' is just a catchy name for a theme park. Well, if it has no connection to the Emperor that's probably all the better for you going unnoticed.\n\nYou head to the front gate, which does seem to be heavily secured. You have to press a button on a panel beside the gate, waiting for the screen to light up with a masked face on it. "I'm here for the guard job!" you declare boldly in your strong voice, sticking out your chest proudly, which does often seem to get results. Your voice is pretty awesome, after all.\n\n"One moment, please." There's an odd tingling sensation, and you have a sort of skin-crawly feeling like when someone peeps on you in the bath. "Very well, you qualify," the masked face says, making you blink. A doorway set into the much larger gate slides open. "Please proceed through and to your left, through the door marked 'Personnel'."\n\nThis is all rather odd... but then again, it's actually not that far off the rest of your life. Giving a semi-confused little "Sou" of agreement, you head through the doorway and into the brightly-lit (despite the late afternoon sunshine) courtyard, ultramodern lamp poles with recharging stations and wifi intensifiers lining the edge of the garden area, the vegetation all looking a bit too vivid and perfect to seem quite natural. You follow a blinking yellow line of lights set between the cobblestones to the door marked 'Personnel', which swings open at your approach. Inside is a small office that somehow manages to look like the inside of a spaceship, with a sleek, cornerless metal desk behind which sits a woman in a business suit... and some kind of sleek silver helmet that covers her entire face? Her head lifts as you walk in, and a green oscilloscope line plays across the silver surface as she speaks.\n\n"Excellent, we were hoping for more ninja types."\n\n"Eh?!" You jerk back some, then laugh nervously and wave a hand. "A-ah, I'm certainly not an evil ninja from Gessen Aca-"\n\n"Your prior work history is irrelevant. Employment at Queen Maiko's Palace absolves you of all previous wrongdoings, sins, and debts, and assures that you belong in the system," the woman(?) replies evenly. "Your peace and prosperity will be assured if you act with loyalty and strength."\n\nYou stare at her. That sounds a lot like... accepting this job will somehow make your status as a rogue ninja go away. That you could finally stop sleeping with one eye open, being ready to flee at any moment. Settle down, have a life, see Asuka again without worry, stop Yomi's eating grass soup.\n\n"Please head through this door and don a ninja leotard and a mask," the masked person(?) continues, part of one of the walls around her sliding aside to reveal a glimpse of what looks a lot like the changing room back at Gessen. "You may use your own weapons."\n\n<hr>\n[["This is too weird! I'm out of here!"|Homura]]\n\n[["Okie-dokie."|Homura1x3]]

"Alright," you say evenly, before turning and walking into the dressing room. What, working for strange people with ominous, ill-defined powers is what ninjas <i>do</i>! (At least as far as you're aware.) Until they start asking you to help destroy the world or something, you can play along with whatever odd games they have going on here.\n\nThe dressing room really is like the one you'd expect of a ninja academy... bamboo floors, simple wooden walls decorated with masks and banners, and a wooden bench running around the edge of it with little cubby holes above. You spot one of the cubby holes with something inside it and head over. Well, dressing room, time to dress for your new job! You pull off your old uniform top, then tug at the chest wrap you use as a bra, the bandages coming loose and drifting downward, revealing the lighter brown band of a tan line they've left on your skin from hours of training while wearing just them and your fundoshi. Which gets briefly bared as you undo your skirt, then peel out of the little red garment as well. Finally your socks and shoes, your clothes quickly bundled up and tucked into one of the other cubbies. (You'd worry about someone stealing from you, but... the clothes are literally the only thing they <i>could</i> steal, and you figure most people here wouldn't bother.) You then snag the main body of the garment in the other cubby, slipping your legs through the holes and pulling it up, some of the metal bits clinking and the over-the-hip 'skirt' parts ruffling as you haul it up, the front riding up around and cupping your pussy, the material seemingly designed to sheath your breasts with the main body tightening underneath. You fasten the choker around your neck, and feel the rest of it snap closed in back, everything going extra snug. Then you tug on the accompanying tall gloves and high boots, before finally materializing a handful of your swords and sheathing them across the small of your back.\n\n<img src="images/Esg9Y8K.png">\n\n"Hey, I'm lookin' pretty good!" you decide, smirking and striking a bit of a pose. It's not the skimpiest thing you've ever worn in the course of a ninja battle (that would technically be "nothing at all"), but it is rather embarrassing... or should be. Instead all you feel is confident, and comfortable, and fairly normal. You realize this, and realize you should find it odd, but don't, so eh. Now dressed in your new work clothes, you turn to the wall nearby, which is adorned with several identical masks.\n\n<img src="images/kX3a3Pr.jpg">\n\nWell, whatever. Wearing masks is a pretty normal part of ninja work too. You pluck one off the wall and fit it into place. Seems normal. Feels normal. It's completely normal that you're now filled with a desire to go on patrol. Yes, you should go on patrol, and protect Queen Maiko's Palace from any pesky invaders that might want to steal her treasures. So time to patrol...\n\n<hr>\n[[The hallways.|Homura1x4]]\n\n[[The dungeons.|Homura]]\n\n[[Queen Maiko's chambers.|Homura]]

"I... guess that's all I can think of, at the moment," you murmur, rubbing the back of your head. "I mean, other than, how do I... y'know, not look like this? Since obviously you can hide it..."\n\n"It's not difficult, dear, I'll teach you how here in a minute. Oh, there's definitely one important thing though," she adds, holding up an index finger.\n\nYou blink. "Yeah?"\n\n"Unfortunately due to the way your incubus abilities work as you're growing, you'd lose control of them in certain situations. Until you're done maturing as an incubus, if you had sex with a mortal girl, your turbocharged young incubus aura would give her so much pleasure that it would... well... break her," she says, making a bit of a face.\n\n"B-break her?"\n\n"Destroy her mind, essentially. With orgasms."\n\nYou pale a little. "S-seriously?"\n\n"Yes, so until then, which happens usually between eighteen and twenty, you can't really have actual sex with a human girl. Ah, oral is fine," she adds, holding up a finger again and smiling as you start blushing once more. "Though girls that suck you off will tend to become infatuated with you, and moreso the more they do it, until they turn into... well, 'thrall' is the word some use, basically someone that's completely and totally devoted to you to the point of doing whatever you say. They're practically addicted to not just your cum, but attention and acknowledgement from you. So definitely be careful how often and how close together you allow girls to suck you off." She nods firmly as, "You're going to notice that your libido is much, much higher than it ever was before, too, so it's important to exercise self-control."\n\n"What about boys?" you find yourself blurting, before turning redder than ever. Where did that come from?!\n\n"Oh, you can fuck boys without worrying about breaking their minds!" your mother answers cheerfully and without pause, smiling brightly. "It will of course turn them completely and totally gay, if they weren't already, because of the pleasure. Also because of a combination of that 'alpha male' impression and the pleasure, they'll tend to become more feminine the more you fuck them in the ass. ... Demons are a little pornographic, I guess," she muses, putting a fingertip to her lips and glancing up.\n\n"... You think?" You sigh a little bit and shake your head. "So you're telling me that I have a superlibido, tons of stamina, nearly superhuman charisma... and I can't actually have sex with girls?"\n\n"Mortal girls. Human girls," your mother qualifies.\n\n"... So I guess I can have sex with girls that are part demon? But I don't know any......" You trail off, staring as your mother just smiles brightly at you.\n\n"Well of course I'd be happy to take care of that for you, dear!" she chirps, putting a hand to her expanded chest. "I'll admit that's definitely one of the upsides to this for me, I'd love that sort of relationship with you! ... Ah, that's not a normal mother thing to say, is it?" she adds with a bit of a sigh, bringing her hand up to her cheek. "But when you're part demon you do tend to look at things a little differently. I promise any sort of sense of shame or worry about it you have will disappear fairly quickly, and it's not as if I'll force you to if you really don't want to..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... okay..."|QOFam1x4]]\n\n[[You'll take care of it yourself.|QOFam2x1]]

That elicits a groan from pretty much everyone, even a somehow emotionless-sounding one from Hikage. "Not more odd jobs!" Mirai whines.\n\n"At this point we should look for whatever sort of jobs will take us," you assert, putting your hands on your hips. "I did some checking around and apparently most major ninja clans stay out of Nerima ward for some reason. So we can at least take slightly more settled half-time jobs and maybe get a few weeks in working them before anyone shows up to bother us." You hold up a finger. "But basically just focus on finding any job that will take you and pays by the day! We need at least enough money for some vegetables and a cheap pot by the time we meet back up at nightfall! We had to leave basically everything behind when we ran the last time, and dinner won't be very satisfying if we have to eat raw onions! Now split up so we're not seen in town together!"\n\nThe others grumble, but then leap outward into the trees, disappearing with a rustle of branches. A moment later you do the same yourself, leaping from branch to branch at high speed as you head towards the actual city, your sense of your teammates gradually dissipating with distance and as they hide their chi. You eventually drop out of a tree, ignoring a startled pair of elementary schoolers... until one of the boys shouts "They were red!", causing you to trip and fall on your face. You leap back to your feet and storm ahead, your cheeks now red as well, stomping down a few streets until you find a vending machine alcove. You're hungry enough that the temptation is there to just smash the glass of one of them and load up on candy and cup noodle, but you're an evil ninja and you have honor! Honor and an empty stomach. Sigh. But anyway, as you were hoping, there's also a stand for pamphlets and flyers with local job listings, and you pluck several out of the holders before going to sit down on the bench and look them over.\n\nLet's see... '[[Convenience Store Seeks Long-Shift Clerk|Homura]]'. Hunh, interesting, usually those sorts of jobs are part-time hours. Though this one does boast a 'show up whatever days you want' schedule, you're apparently expected to work long hours when you do show up. The pay does seem pretty good for such a position though, and it pays at the end of every shift, though it cautions you have to work the whole shift or you get nothing. 'Must be good at dealing with odd customers and unique personalities', it also says. ... Well, that sort of describes your entire life, so.\n\n'[[Theme Restaurant Seeks Waitresses|Homura]]'. Hoo boy, so like a maid cafe? Wearing some embarrassing outfit and prancing around and calling customers 'Master'? Still, you've heard that girls that work at those sorts of places can make a ton of money in tips, and customers aren't really allowed to touch the waitresses. (Right?) You're... not sure how well you'd do at acting "cutesy" but maybe you could manage it.\n\n'[[Home Caretaker Seeks Shopping Assistant|Homura]]'. Uh... if you're reading this right, it's someone who stays home all day that wants you to go out and do the shopping for her. It doesn't pay too much, but you've done jobs like this before for little old grannies who have trouble walking and such. The upside is they often tell their friends, and you can wind up doing five or six shopping runs at once and get paid for all of them right away, and move on to find some other pick-up work for the day. Besides, it's honorable to help grannies! It's the true evil ninja thing to do!\n\n'[[Okonimiyaki Restaurant Seeks Waitress|Homura]]'. Straightforward enough. Below that is '[[Ramen Restaurant Seeks Waitress|Homura]]', also pretty simple... though the ad also says 'Ad above is for stupid restaurant with no customers, you work for Nekohanten, get big tips!' ... Then the ad for the okonomiyaki restaurant repeats, though this time most of the ad consists of things like 'Sure work for the ramen place if you want everyone to think your brains are in your tits like the owner.' Then the ramen ad again. 'If brains in tits then got twice the brains spatula girl has!' Okonomiyaki ad. 'Chinese tramp!' Ramen ad. 'Androgynous homewrecker!' ... Ooookaaaaay. (How much did they pay for all these ads?)\n\n'[[Palace Seeks Guards|Homura1x2]]'. Huh, there's a palace in Nerima? Like an old Imperial palace or something? You didn't know there were exactly a bunch of those scattered around. Still, guarding a palace is exactly the sort of work a ninja is suited for! ... Ninjas are also suited for breaking into them, but then again that's sort of also what makes them suited for guarding them, right? Still, looks like the pay is pretty good and pays by the day, along with 'extra rewards for special loyalty'.

Once you and your mother have cleaned up (and fucked a few more times while you're at it), she takes you on a brief shopping trip considering that pretty much all of your pants don't fit properly anymore. You get quite a few looks and stares, even having shifted back to 'normal'... you're not sure whether it's that incubus aura your mother mentioned earlier, or if it's the very noticeable bulge in the crotch of your jeans. You definitely notice that the girls working in the store seem positively eager to wait on you, and look disappointed when your mother politely dismisses them.\n\nThe two of you are wrapping up your excursion when your phone bings several times in quick succession in your pocket. Pulling it out, you check your text messages... looks like all your friends (both of them) have texted you. Maya and Kevin have both offered to have you come over for a few hours while their parents are out so they can give you your birthday gift and hang out. \n\n"Hm? Someone message you, dear?" your mother asks as she unlocks the car.\n\n"Yeah. Kevin and Maya, they both asked if I wanted to come over for a little while."\n\n"Well I don't mind if you go see your friends, dear, we'll have a few days yet before your father comes home," she notes cheerfully as she tosses the bags in the back seat. "Of course, you could also ask them to come over to our place instead." As the two of you get into the car, she glances over and smiles. "You could always turn it into a proper birthday celebration, complete with birthday suits."\n\n"Er." Your face heats, then you shake your head. "Um. Even if I was gonna do that, I thought you said-"\n\n"If multiple people are involved, and I'm one of them, it should be fine. With at least four, the effects of your aura will be spread out enough and I can regulate it enough that you should be able to fuck either or both of them without ill effect," she chirps. "Just lots and lots of orgasms, and them maybe becoming hooked on sex in the more traditional fashion. Up to you, dear."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Kevin's.|QOFam1x6]]\n\n[[Go to Maya's.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Have Kevin and Maya over for a normal party.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Have Kevin and Maya over for a foursome.|QOFam4x1]]

"Oh, good!" Your mother claps her hands together a few times, setting off some jiggles in those massive tits... right before she pulls the stretched tight T-shirt up and off, lifting the huge globes up and then letting them drop to jiggle and sway heavily as she pulls it the rest of the way off. You watch with wide eyes as she unbuttons her jeans and starts wiggling her hips a bit as she tries to work them over her curvaceous hips and ass, setting off yet more shaking in the large perfect orbs. Unnoticed, you slowly shift back to your own somewhat demonic form as you watch, in close sync with your cock stiffening and sliding visibly down the pants leg of your sweats as it grows back to its incubus-style proportions.\n\nStepping out of her jeans, your mom kneels in front of you and grabs at the sweats, hauling them down as you lift your hips up a little numbly. She coos softly as your immense prick springs free, wobbling in the air with a pea-sized bead of pre welling up at the tip. She reaches out to wrap a hand around the length, slowly stroking up and down, her other hand running along your inner thigh as you shudder at the guilty pleasure. You look down at her and your cock twitches at the sight of your purple-eyed, horned mother looking up at you with a strange and yet utterly intoxicating mixture of motherly affection and wanton lust as she strokes your prick.\n\n"Mmmm... I've been wanting to fuck you for years, Jamie," she coos, making you suck in a breath hard through your teeth. "Ever since I smelled that first hint of sweet pubescent cum on you and my nipples got all hard and my pussy got wet, I've been wishing I could yank your pants down and suck you off. A couple of times when I could hear and smell you jerking off, it was all I could not do to just burst into the room and throw myself on you. And now... now you've got this big, long, fat demon prick for Mommy to suck, and it's going to be soooo much better!"\n\nSo saying, she leans forward and slides her mouth over the head of your enlarged prick, making you whimper as she starts suckling it and running her tongue around it, her eyes still rolled up to watch your face all the while. Still pumping your shaft with one hand, she slides the other up to fondle your large sack. With all the buildup you had earlier, it's not long before you're moaning and unloading those balls into her mouth, gushing out more cum than you've ever managed to put out in a few days all at once into her mouth, your mother's throat working visibly as she swallows every drop.\n\nDespite stroking you until you've been milked dry, your mother doesn't stop. Instead she starts sliding her lips down your still fully hard, still lightly throbbing prick. She keeps up a slow, steady pace, not changing it even as your cockhead bumps the back of her throat, or as her throat stretches around your fat incubi prick, and in fact doesn't stop until her lips are pressed around the root of your shaft. Rubbing your belly with one hand and fondling your balls with the other, she begins working her head up and down in long, smooth strokes, her tongue working you over everywhere, expertly teasing you and bringing you right back to the brink, then holding you there as she sucks you into her throat again and again, not letting you spill your next load for at least twenty minutes.\n\nEven then, she's not done. Leaning up, she wraps those massive tits around you... so soft, and yet firm enough to enclose you completely and rub every bit of your cock as she starts pumping them up and down. You're feeling almost dizzy, letting your head loll back... and yet a moment later you find your focus growing tighter, able to pick out all the delicate little sensations of your mother's tits kneading around your prick. You look back down to enjoy the show, watching her smile at you, listening to her giggle as her spade-tipped tail flicks back and forth. "Don't worry, you can go as long as you want to! The lovely thing about being part human and part sex demon is that you're something of your own food supply... the demon part feeds on the human part, and the human part is bolstered by the demon part. Sort of a... sexual perpetual motion machine," she adds, right before leaning her head down to suck on the tip of your prick again.\n\nYour mother milks two more loads out of you with her tits, before finally standing and bending over the table, shaking her generous ass at you and making it wobble a bit. You quickly scramble to your feet, peeling off your shirt before moving up behind her. Resting one hand on her ass (and watching your fingers practically sink into it), you use the other to aim your massive pole to her dripping pussy. "Just shove it in me, babyyyyyy!" she squeals, since you do just that before she's able to finish speaking. Grabbing her waist with both hands, you begin pounding away at her, staring down at her ass shaking with impact tremors and her tits pressing against the surface of the table a bit more with every thrust. At the feeling of her hot, wet, surprisingly tight cunt surrounding you, squeezing you, practically sucking you in better than her mouth did, you completely abandon all pretense of shame or technique. You begin thrusting and pumping with wild abandon, letting your eyes roll up and your tongue loll out, foregoing dignity for the sake of fucking your mother as hard and fast as you can.\n\nYou don't stop wildly fucking your moaning, gasping, begging-for-more mother after you dump the first load in her pussy, nor the second. It's not until the fifth one that you pull your prick out her creamy, sloppy, gushing cunt... and instead shove it into her ass and begin fucking her with the same near-frenzied pace. Feeling her even tighter, sleeker hole and hearing how she yowls in orgasm means that you're cumming before your third thrust, but again, you just keep slamming into her, putting your whole young and newly toned body into your thrusts.\n\nBy the time you come to yourself enough to realize you should be tired, you've lost track of the number of times you've cum. Backing up and slumping into a chair, you stare at the view of your mother's completely cum-covered and thoroughly fucked pussy and ass, at least until she stands up and turns around to face you. Her oversized melons wobble as she leans down to ruffle your hair and kiss your cheek. "I'm so proud of yoooou," she coos, right before going in for another kiss, her tongue sliding into your mouth and swirling around your own.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOFam1x5]]

Without really thinking about it, you set off through the hallways, filled with a sense of purpose although you have absolutely no idea what that purpose is. You just know that it feels right to set out in a particular direction, and that you'll eventually get where you're supposed to be. Along the way you pass several other women in similarly skimpy ninja uniforms and masks, as well as several hulking men in more traditional black ninja garb as well as the masks. (It always feels a little weird to see a male ninja, like you've just spotted a horse in a herd of unicorns or something.) You pass them by without a word or a glance, somehow sensing that they're all busy and imbued with just as much sense of purpose as you are.\n\nEventually you arrive at a long stretch of hallway, and you begin to patrol. You're not sure exactly why you picked this stretch of hallway... actually you're pretty sure you didn't, this is just your stretch of hallway, you're supposed to patrol it. You walk along it, past several benches as well as decorative pillars displaying some rather lewd statuettes that would normally make you blush and stammer, but now get nothing so much as a blink. That's simply Queen Maiko's taste, after all. Minutes stretch into hours, but you continue to march up and down the hallway relentlessly, only pausing at the ends to peer around the corners before returning to it. Boredom never even seems to enter your thoughts... actually thoughts never seem to enter your thoughts, you feel pleasantly blank. There is only purpose. Walk up and down the hall. Watch for intruders. This pleases Queen Maiko.\n\nYou've just completed another walk down the hallway and have turned back, when you get the vague sense of someone rushing towards you from behind. But before even your trained ninja senses can react, someone's leaped onto you and is actually sitting on your shoulders! A pair of legs have draped down over your front, pressing against your tits, as a gloved hand snatches the bottom of your mask and yanks.\n\n"Show me your true form!" a voice barks dramatically as your "passenger" backflips off of you again.\n\n<hr>\n[["Wha?!"|Homura1x5]]\n\n[["ARGLBLARGLRAAAAAAAAAAA HOW DARE YOU ENTER QUEEN MAIKO'S PALACE?!"|Homura]]

<<set $alreadyplayedcapture to true>>This is the Mission Room, where you can set out to add more characters to your sex slave harem.\n\nIt's not particularly special... simple, flat metal walls with lines dotting their surface, indicating the panels that will open up to offer you the appropriate arsenal options once you've selected a target. A door behind you leads to the [[Hab Area|Capture-HabArea]], your home, and where your already-captured sex slaves reside. A door ahead will open to the teleportal... once you've decided on a target, that is. For that purpose, a simple column rises up from the center of the room, with a flat touchscreen set at an angle atop. It displays a long list of the players currently playing in the Prey faction that you can choose from. Once you choose one, obviously, you'll be offered a selection of weapons that you haven't already used on that character, with the simple directive of chasing down that character and using the selected weapon to capture them and turn them into your slave.\n\nAbove the door that leads to the departure portal is a simple digital display.\nSuccessful Captures: <<$capsucc>>\nFailed Missions: <<$capfail>>\n\nCharacters currently available to capture:\n\n<<if $tifacomplete is false>>[[Tifa Lockhart|Capture-TifaSelect]]<<endif>><<if $tifacaptured is true and $yuffiecomplete is false>><br><br>[[Yuffie Kisaragi|Capture-YuffieSelect]]<<endif>><<if $yuffiecaptured is true and $aerithcomplete is false>><br><br>[[Aerith Gainsborough|Capture-AerithSelect]]<<endif>><<if $aerithcaptured is true and $cloudcomplete is false>><br><br>[[Cloud Strife|Capture-CloudSelect]]<<endif>><<if $jasminecomplete is false>><br><br>[[Princess Jasmine|Capture-JasmineSelect]]<<endif>><<if $britcomplete is false>><br><br>[[Britanny Diggers|Capture-BritSelect]]<<endif>><<if $britcaptured is true and $ginacomplete is false>><br><br>[[Gina Diggers|Capture-GinaSelect]]<<endif>><br><br>[[Samus Aran|Capture-SamusSelect]]\n\n<<if $lost is true>>Actually, your recent experience after losing makes you wonder. Maybe you better [[log out|Capture-LogOutStart]] and take a look at the program to make sure everything's okay. Of course, if it was just a random bug, you don't necessarily want to interrupt your good time... besides, what are the odds you'll lose again?<<endif>>

"... We'll just have to throw it all out," you finally say with a sigh, unable to think of any effective method of sussing out which eggs might be tainted. "We can't risk that sort of tainted chocolate getting out and causing problems."\n\n"But Boss, we can't possibly make up that sort of loss, like I said!" the one bunny declares.\n\n"It's true, we'll either have to get some help from somewhere, or do something unconventional, or just accept that this will be a pretty rotten Easter," Bruno agrees solemnly. "It's your call, Boss."\n\nYou frown thoughtfully and rub your furry chin. Bruno at least pointed out some other options, even if he didn't sound terribly enthusiastic about them. But you could get help from somewhere, huh? Probably another holiday town, if Easter's not the only one. Let's see, what other holidays have a big focus on candy? Well, there's Halloween, obviously... and Valentine's Day too, you suppose! Ah, and Christmas... could you maybe get help from Santa Claus? \n\nAnd what's with these 'unconventional methods'? ... Wait. Your mind suddenly ticks to the Cadbury commercials. Could Bruno mean something like that?! Actually, you know... could that be what they meant by "uncleaned eggs" in the first place? So instead you'd have to figure out some way to up production. ... And maybe join in yourself.\n\nOr you guess you could just accept defeat. It stings, but seriously, you're <i>brand new</i>, having one off year right at the start couldn't hurt that much, could it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get help from Halloween.|HEaster6x2]]\n\n[[Get help from Valentine's.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Get help from Christmas.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Up production.|HEaster5x2]]\n\n[[Take the L.|HEaster]]

"Don't worry about it, I'll handle it myself," you assert firmly, nodding just to assure yourself that you believe it.\n\n"Okay then. Uh... I guess I'll stay here and listen for... trouble," he answers, with you assuming that 'trouble' is a standin for you being thrown down the stairs.\n\nKeeping your spirit high, you march out of the room and down the hall to Tanya's closed door. You do hesitate for just a second when your hand comes up, but give a good, quick knock. When there's no answer from inside, you knock again. This time the door's quickly yanked open, Tanya showing a lot of her perfectly tan skin with her tanktop and tiny cutoffs, full breasts actually jiggling a little with the motion of the door as she leans forward. "What the hell do you-?!"\n\nShe jerks a little as if actually taken by surprise... you guess it could be that it's you daring to knock on her door, but she seems more shocked than that. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, then frowns as if having forgotten something she was going to say. Folding her arms, she leans her shoulder up against the door. "Hey, Schlu-... Jamie. What is it?"\n\nThe fact that she corrected herself and used your name emboldens you. "Hey. Could I come in for a moment?"\n\n"You... wanna come in my room?" She stares at you, then you notice a faint flush to her bronze cheeks, her nipples stiffening visibly under the tanktop. She clears her throat and shrugs, obviously trying to downplay both feeling flustered and her confusion over why she's feeling flustered. "Yeah, sure, whatever." She turns and saunters back into her room, the denim covering about as much of her firm ass as the average bikini bottom.\n\nYou follow her in, glancing around the largely tidy room decorated by jars full of candies, beads, and what you're pretty sure isn't cilantro. You close the door after yourself, noticing Tanya give a slight twitch at the sound of the door closing and an increase in her breathing. Somehow you have a sense that a lot of lewd thoughts involving what the two of you might do in her room with the door closed are flitting through her head, probably confusing the heck out of her. She turns around to face you, putting her tough face on as she rests her hands on her hips. "So, what is it?"\n\n"I came over to hang out with Kevin because it's my birthday," you inform her, feeling more confident all the time, actually grinning at her now.\n\n"Oh, uh... it's your birthday? I mean, happy birthday. I guess," she adds, rubbing the back of her neck and glancing around. It's almost hilarious just how off her usual game she is, just by seeing you and having you in her room. Is this what it's going to be like with everyone who ever intimidated you?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Ask her for a present.|QOFam1x9]]\n\n[[Seduce her.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Punish her.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Dominate her.|QOFam]]

Gritting your teeth below your mask, you bend to scoop up Veronka's rifle, slamming your thumb against the 'full auto' button, then doing the same to your own rifle with the opposite hand. Bracing the butts of the rifles under your arms, you depress the triggers, sending a stream of crackling blue balls of energy into the ranks of the approaching Fiends, splashes of gray-black goop arcing through the air to splash against the floors and walls as the creatures stagger.\n\n"C'MOOOOON! FUCK YOU, C'MOOOOOOON!" you roar in vigilante, slowly moving forward against the mild but now near-constant recoil of the energy blasts, sweeping the rifles back and forth slightly. You're not doing much more than tripping them up and stopping forward movement, but that's enough. "C'MON, MOTHERFUCKERS, C'MOOOOON!" It's not exactly your wittiest dialog ever, but it's heartfelt as you approach where Veronka's downed. \n\nBy the time you get there, she's managed to roll on her back and shove herself a bit further away. You stop firing long enough to drop her rifle on her chest, leaving her to scramble for it with one hand as you grab her by the other and start dragging her back, both of you firing into the ranks. One Fiend, then another dissolves into a puddle of quivering slime as you fire, some of them with mouths actually letting out strange, dissonant shrieks, none of them like the others... Mejat said they don't feel pain, so what are they making noise for?! Your eyes widen as your rifle suddenly runs dry, Veronka's firing its last few blasts a moment later. A snakelike Fiend bursts from the crowd, flapping and slithering along the upper wall with its two long tubelike bodies, leaping through the air in a spiral to land in front of you and rise up, spreading its quadrasected jaw and brandishing more kinds of teeth than you have names for as it hisses.\n\nA black-armored fist slams into the side of its head and knocks it against the wall, where Shyn follows up by swinging her rifle up and pumping a double-emitter blast into it. "Fuck you!" she spits at the dissipating Fiend, stepping between the two of you and the rest of the wave and firing into it as you and Veronka hastily reload your rifles. "Lieutenant! The res levels are overrun! We've got swarms, repeat, swarms!"\n\n"What's your position?" Eskabar's tense, slightly tinny voice comes back in your ear.\n\n"Near the stairwell on the dorm level, but I'm hearing howls from lower down besides the bunch we've got up here, they're getting ready to flood it!" Shyn calls as she grabs one of Veronka's arms while you're struggling to lift her, getting her upright and yanking her to lean on you as all of you start making your way backward.\n\n"Alright, make for the transport. We're gonna shut off all the lights on the office level, hopefully that will draw them off of you."\n\n"You heard 'er, let's get the fuck out of here," Shyn grunts as the three of you continue to fall back towards the stairwell. As you enter through the arch, something like a centipede with an octopus for a head comes skittering up the stairs and rears, displaying the rows of unevenly-shaped mouths with foot-long tongues lining its underside. Your and Veronka's blasts to the head knock it off-balance and Shyn's followup shot to its body cuts it in two and sends it spinning back down the stairwell as it dissolves into goo. The big woman turns and scoops up Veronka from your side, slinging her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Don't get so distracted by the view of my ass that you forget to shoot whatever's coming up on us, Ronnie," she grunts as she starts running up the stairs.\n\nAs you make your way back up, any time you hear Veronka start firing you wheel around, taking your own quick shots at whatever Fiend's started making its way up behind you. One slightly too big for the door of the briefing room nevertheless starts to squish its way inside, giving Shyn time to whirl around and double-blast it in what passes for a face before your group scrambles out into the incursion area, Shyn ducking down behind one of the concrete dividers facing the door, with you doing the same.\n\n"... I can't hear shit," the big woman mutters after a moment. "Kaze?"\n\n"Nothing on the upper level," she replies, voice tense with pain and fright.\n\n"How's the area outside seem from here?"\n\n"Looks clear."\n\n"LaChance, go."\n\nYou nod, then rise and sprint to the door, stepping back outside into the wind and cold and sweeping your rifle around, trying to spot anything moving. Shyn soon comes up behind you, and the three of you begin to make your way towards the boarding ramp, when the massive guns mounted atop the vehicle amidst all its spotlights begin to boom, the transport rocking slightly on its massive wheels and elaborate shocks every time it fires. A scurrying mass of Fiends has just smashed up through the ice and is scurrying towards the transport, several of them making their way past the line of fire of the transport guns. Something that's practically flat, just innumerable tentacles surrounding a gaping mouth, launches itself from the ground and through the air at Shyn... only to be cut in half by a huge axe blade, the rifle it's attached to giving a report almost as loud as the transport guns and blowing another nearby semi-humanoid fiend to splatters.\n\n"Go," Eskabar grunts, racking the slide of her rifle before firing again, giving all three of you time to scurry up the ramp and into the transport. The horned alien fires several more times before ducking into the transport as well, shouting "Move it!" to the drivers. The loading ramp slams up so hard it rattles a little, and all of you are thrown around a bit as it takes off. \n\n"Where's Vasquez?" Shyn gasps, sounding like she might have had the breath knocked out of her by hitting one of the storage lockers on her stomach.\n\n"Didn't make it," Eskabar replies grimly, pressing a big hand to a slight rent in her armor and giving a low hiss.\n\nYou haul yourself off the floor and into a seat, pulling Veronka up next to you and helping her buckle in since her hands are trembling and her skin is what you can only assume a somewhat unhealthy shade of dark purple as opposed to the usual almost black color. You look over at one of the rearview screens, seeing the shape of the bunker and the flailing, indistinct dark forms around it that are starting to pursue you... just before there's a flash and the screen is suddenly dominated by a pillar of fire and smoke reaching up into the sky, spreading out from near the top as a dark cloud that spreads further out into the already black sky.\n\n"Call the base. Tell 'em the bunker's handled. Request permission from the Commander to use the medbay lift," Eskabar mutters towards the front of the transport as she hauls her massive form heavily into one of the seats and slumps backwards. You can't see her face behind the solid plate of her helmet, but you can somehow tell she's closing her eyes as she leans her head back. "Shit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGSR6x13]]

"We'll use some unconventional methods to up our production, I guess," you finally decide.\n\nBruno and the others lead you to another room... and sure enough, there are a series of large bunnies (about the size of small dogs) at the ends of short conveyer belts, laying not particularly large chocolate eggs that come down the belt to land in a padded basket, with other bunnies picking them up and wiping them down before setting them on other conveyer belts.\n\n"So this is the production facility," Bruno says, giving a hop to turn around and face you. "The girls are pretty much working as hard as they can at this point. Even with a magic infusion there's not a whole lot we can do to get them laying more or faster. What do you suggest, Boss?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Bigger eggs.|HEaster]]\n\n[[You'll make up the extra yourself.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Bring in more producers.|HEaster]]

"Uh... that one," you finally say, pointing at the top option. At least it's a concept you're familiar with. If it's really as easy as Callie says to get the projects to work, that one should be the easiest.\n\nThe raptor squints a bit, then gives a few enthusiastic nods, giving you another sharp-toothed leer. It reaches forward to the panel and hits a few buttons, then hoots and chirps briefly. You hear answering noises from the panel before the line clicks closed. Then you're just left there standing with your... minder. You notice him looking up and down after a few minutes and fiddling his claws in the air. Sneaking a glance down, you catch a glimpse of glistening red beneath his forward-slung body and swallow hard. Gulping, you glance away and try not to look too nervous. Hopefully whatever they're doing won't take too long... if it does, this brain raptor might get impatient and use you for "entertainment" instead.\n\nBut before that happens, the panel beeps and you hear another raptor honking and chirping from the other side. Your minder gives you a light nudge on the back with his muzzle, and you quickly trot forward as another door slides open. It looks like some sort of operations room, with a long row of windows looking in on another area. As you approach the only lit-up control panel in front of the windows, you take a look in. A raptor... you think just a normal one, from the shape of his stripe... has been captured and is restrained on some sort of inverted Y frame, metal bands holding him down, his legs spread wide. His cock juts upward and along his belly, and from the way the slit below his balls is glistening and gaping just slightly, you have a pretty good idea of how they induced that erection.\n\nBlushing and trying not to look directly at the strange and pornographic display in front of you, you look down at the control panel. It's a touchscreen, and currently the only thing it shows is a single button: 'Power on'. Okay, simple enough. You tap that, and look up as one of the most stereotypical mad scientist ray guns you've ever seen lowers from the ceiling inside the area beyond the window. It has glowy purple bits, a ring around the firing end, a little spinny satellite dish thing coming off of one area, the works. You look back down at the panel and see that the screen has changed, showing more options.\n\nCallie was right, this actually seems super simple, the raptors must just have problems grasping certain things. There's now an outline of the bound and spread raptor on the screen, broken down into areas you think you could tap for easy targeting, as well as a 'Select All' button. There are mode buttons for 'Grow' and 'Shrink', and then a slider to control the scale. You've seen more complex flash games that were programmed in a day. You glance aside at your handler, and he leers again and points towards the captive raptor... well, at a specific part of the captive. It's pretty obvious what they want you to enlarge.\n\n<hr>\n[[Enlarge the raptor's cock.|RaptorSizeplaceholder]]\n\n[[Feign ignorance, enlarge something else.|RaptorSizeplaceholder]]\n\n[[Shrink the raptor instead.|RaptorSizeplaceholder]]

"... Permission to speak freely, ma'am?" you ask, resting a hand on the vac-sealed uniform.\n\nConnors' hand hesitates in moving the wireless mouse, before she glances over again, quirking an eyebrow. "Star Trek fan, LaChance?"\n\nYou can't help but smile a little wryly at that. "I guess that answers the first question I was going to ask, if you're from Earth."\n\n"I haven't technically granted that permission yet, Ensign, you're out of line," she says blandly, making you snap your teeth together. That almost gets a small grin out of her... at the very least it finally gets her to lean back in her chair, settling her hands on her stomach as she looks at you. "Permission to speak freely granted."\n\n"... How did you wind up here?" you ask, suddenly feeling subdued.\n\n"I don't tend to give out my origin story easily, LaChance, especially since it's not particularly relevant around here," she says coolly, making you duck your head and stare down at the sealed uniform. Perhaps your expression makes her relent a little, since she finally continues with, "Some interstellar slavers did a flyby on my bus during a school trip. Grabbed the whole lot of us. Some Space Rangers caught up to the slavers, liberated the ones of us that hadn't gotten sold yet. I joined up. Eventually I took this assignment here."\n\nThat makes you snap your head up. "You <i>chose</i> this?" Then you wince a little. "I mean, sorry, I didn't mean-"\n\n"You didn't mean to imply you thought I was a criminal," she says, the faintest thread of humor in her voice and the ghost of a smile on her lips. At your blush and squirming, she waves a hand. "It's fine. Yes, I actually requested this assignment. Even fought for it a little." She steeples her fingers, pressing on them a little as she continues. "From the moment those lights appeared in the night sky above that bus, my life stopped being normal. A skill I had to pick up very fast was knowing the exact right thing to do at any given time. I honed that skill to a razor edge. When I saw the Dark Sector assignment on the roster, I knew it was right for me. I didn't question that. I didn't second-guess it. I just took it. I've been here five years now. In that time, Thirty-Six's kill-loss ratio has shifted in a way that a dramatic person would call... dramatic." She wiggles her eyebrows almost imperceptibly, as if to make it clear that yes, it was a joke.\n\n"Now, as to your situation, to a certain extent I sympathize," she continues after a moment. "But it's not my place to judge your past, or other officers, and I refuse to do either. What I can do is judge your behavior since you've arrived, which has been excellent, and make it just a little easier and faster for you to get home if you earn it. And you've earned it. Now, I've neither the time nor the desire to sit around reminiscing about Earth, so if that's all, Ensign?"\n\nYou nod a little, accepting that the conversation is pretty much over. Standing and tucking the sealed suit under one arm, you walk to the door, then hesitate. There's one more question you have to ask, before you can let this go.\n\n<hr>\n[["Don't you want to go back?"|GGSR6ax1]]\n\n[["Don't you ever miss it?"|GGSR]]

You must be imagining it. Who other than you would be out in the middle of nowhere at this time of night? Shrugging off the sense, you continue on down the path.\n\nThen you die.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait what? I mean, Game Over.|RunNinja1xEndB]]

Makes sense that he'd keep his most treasured, and thus probably most valuable stuff, in his own quarters. You check the lock and doorway for magical traps, but find that it's apparently just a mundane lock that takes you under a minute to pop open. When you do and push the door open, you actually burst out laughing.\n\nIt looks so much like a stereotypical nerd from the real world's room that for a moment you wonder if you've stepped back home. You were a bit of a nerd yourself, after all, but this is just beyond! There's posters of scantily-clad drawn women on the walls, shelves of plastic models of more scantily-clad women, even plush toys on the bed! It's not just a nerd's room, it's a completely shameless nerd's room! If not for the fact that there were a pair of those crystal screens where the TV and computer monitor would usually be, it'd look just like some immature otaku's nerd lair.\n\n"Geez, I wonder if this guy is actually a displaced D&D nerd like me?" you murmur aloud to yourself as you walk into the room, looking around. It's not <i>un</i>like your old room back home... you stuck to black and blue, this guy seems to like black and red, and of course there's a fair bit more cheesecake on display... but it's enough to make you a little nostalgic. For the first time you do start to wonder a little if you'll ever get home...\n\n... Eh. For now, you're here. There's gotta be something here someone will pay for.\n\n<hr>\n[[Check out the posters.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check out the figures.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check out the plushies.|GGRogueRogue10x2]]\n\n[[Check out the 'computer'.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Search the room more thoroughly.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Yup, completely dead. Instantly. Saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing.\n\nExactly as it should be!\n\n<b>Runaway Ninja</b> End - <i>She looked forward to killing you soon!</i>

Okay, let's see. A few order and charge confirmations, some newsletter emails from automatic signups you've been too lazy to unsubscribe from, and...\n\n... hey, an actual direct email from another person, there's a rarity! In fact this one seems to be from your friend [[Crystal|GGAppStart]], who's a bit of a programming whiz. Well, you say 'a bit', more like kind of a programming genius, at least to your perception. You haven't heard from her in like a year, though, wonder what she's been up to? Well, you guess the easiest way to find out is to read her email!

"Ah, anyone wanna get some punch?" you suggest, starting to feel a little overwhelmed. The party is a riot of costumes of things you recognize and things you don't... everything that's happened tonight leaves you wanting to take some time to adjust with people you know (even if it's only relatively, like the cat twins). \n\n"Y-yeah, that sounds good to me too!" Candy almost blurts, apparently having much the same outlook (probably for much the same reasons). \n\n"The punch is pretty good, nya," Nyalter allows, the four of you heading for the refreshments table.\n\nSo for a little while your quartet finds a fairly peaceable place to sit at the edge of the party, sipping punch and eating cookies and watching the other revelers. You note that you and Candy are definitely not the most provocatively-dressed people at this party... nor do either of you have the biggest tits. (Admittedly Candy still seems to be in the higher end of the scale, but you're pretty sure the MILF-y Japanese lady wearing the really tiny pink bikini and straw hat has her outdone.) You do gradually relax, probably from a mixture of the (obviously fairly weak) alcohol in the punch and just getting used to it.\n\n"Man though, everyone here is just super attractive," you note, watching what's obviously a couple of a pretty woman with a long blonde braid and a slender young man with silvery hair walk past. "... The ones that aren't dressed like monsters, anyway. But still..." You trail off, watching a woman with two-tone blue and pink hair wearing not a lot more than a pair of stockings appropriate a particularly tall and sturdy candle holder as a stripper pole. "... Kinda wish I still had my dick," you mutter, keeping your voice quiet and aimed at Candy rather than the whole group. "I mean you get me, right?"\n\n"... um," Candy murmurs, her cheeks going bright red as she squirms, pressing down on the front of her skirt with one hand.\n\n"... Wait, what?" You turn to stare at your friend.\n\n"I mean... i-it's not <i>mine</i>, really!" the maid-demoness whispers back, looking horribly embarrassed. "But there was a strapon in all that stuff Nyalter brought, s-so I put it on when I was getting dressed and it turned real and... ... it's actually kinda a lot bigger than mine," she admits, hanging her head.\n\n"S-seriously?"\n\n"Y-yeah."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I wanna see."|BuddyFHP5x1]]\n\n[["... NO FAIR I WANT ONE!"|BuddyFHP2x2]]

"Nf. Nf, hnf."\n\nYou watch as Veronka tries valiantly not to squirm or make noises where she's sitting on the edge of one of the medical beds. Still, whatever Mejat is doing with the point of the instrument pressed into the skin of her ankle obviously hurts or at least stings, since you can see her tail puff up briefly about once a second.\n\n"You're on light duty for the next few days. No trying to run or lift heavy things, the calcium stitches will snap if you put too much pressure or impact on them," the doctor says as she draws the instrument out and briskly wipes away the single small drop of blood that slips out in its wake. "Of course, obviously if a Fiend is coming up on you, I'd worry more about getting away from it than cracking your stitches."\n\n"Yeah, good plan," Veronka mutters, obviously struggling not to roll her eyes as much as she was earlier trying not to struggle.\n\n"You got lucky, Kaze," Shyn says from where she's leaned against a nearby wall, the majority of her white skin on display since she's only wearing a black thong, apparently only slightly less shiny and faintly rainbow-hued when she's not wet. "Lucky that LaChance was stupid enough to come back for you, and that I was stupid enough to join her."\n\n"... I know it," the purple-haired woman murmurs, dropping her head a little.\n\nBefore you or Shyn can say anything to that, Eskabar makes her way over, bare footfalls still almost as heavy as her boots. Like the rest of you, she's down to underwear for her treatment and checkup... unlike the rest of you, she's sporting a truly massive bulge in the front of her standard-issue black thong, an incredibly thick shaft obviously draped over hefty balls. You quickly yank your gaze up to her face as she speaks. "Just got off the horn with the Commander. Apparently they had their own little Fiend incursion while we were out."\n\n"Fun," Shyn grunts.\n\n"It was quite the little bit of excitement, yes," Mejat says blandly, tossing her cigarette in a nearby pail and tucking a fresh one to her lips.\n\n"Wall breach on the third dorm level. Sorry LaChance, Kaze, your room was trashed," the Lieutenant adds, glancing over at the two of you. "Maintenance should have it repaired by midday tomorrow, but tonight they're reinforcing the wall. Requisitions down the corner has a pair of sleep bags for you, you'll have to bunk down in the mess hall tonight."\n\n"What a great end to a fantastic day," you say once Eskabar has left, rubbing your face with both hands.\n\n"Yeah," Veronka agrees quietly as she carefully slips off the edge of the bed and to her feet. She picks up a pair of orange pants from a pile nearby and steps into them. "Guess we'd better go though, probably anywhere good's already been claimed by anyone else displaced, we don't wanna wind up next to the door," she continues in that subdued tone while you're following her example, and Shyn is pulling on a black tanktop.\n\nThe opal-skinned woman sighs some as she tugs the shirt into place. "Nah, fuck that. C'mon, kids, let's go grab your bags, you're bunking down with me tonight. Fuck if you're gonna sleep in the damned mess hall after that."\n\nYou don't really have the energy to disagree, so you head down the hall for the (black, surprisingly) sleeping bag and then follow Shyn to her room, which turns out to be a little bigger than the dorm room you came from but with just one bed, a small slot in the wall and small black shallow dome on the floor in one corner, and a handful of pictures up on the wall. You're expecting Shyn to suggest you or Veronka (or both) try sharing the bed with her, but she surprises you by being the perfect gentlelady... she helps the two of you lay out the bags on the floor, gets you mugs of hot broth from the food prep slot, and once you've both laid down retires to bed with no more comment than "Night, girls."\n\nYou lay staring at the wall, listening to Shyn's rather loud and even breathing, wondering how bad your nightmares will be tonight, and if they'll ever go away once you're out of here. Then you hear a quiet voice say, "Cyan?"\n\nScooting and rolling over to face the other way, you turn to look at Veronka, her expression rather unreadable, but her yellow eyes earnest as they fix on your face. "Yeah, what's up?"\n\n"... Why did you come back for me?" she asks, voice still quiet. "One of the very first things we were told here is that things like that will get you killed. You might as well have been committing suicide. And it's not like I've ever given you a reason to help me... I've really been a shit to you," she adds, her voice descending to a bit of its usual sulkiness. She hesitates, then adds, voice a rather hoarse whisper, "So why?"\n\n"... You were right there in front of me," you say back quietly, smiling a little. "And I couldn't just stand there and let that happen to you when you were right there in front of me."\n\nHer eyes widen at that... then squint as they start to shimmer, tears slipping from them and streaking down her purple-black cheeks. Whatever it was about your words, it obviously hit her hard, and she starts sobbing softly, covering her face with both hands to muffle herself and hide her tears. Shocked, you still don't hesitate to reach out and pull her over to you, pressing her in, her hands immediately snapping to wrap around your body, clinging to you as if afraid to let go as she cries against your shoulder.\n\n"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you," she sobs out, her body shaking as you pet her hair gently, feeling her tremble against you until she finally cries herself out and slumps into sleep.\n\n"Hey. Hey, LaChance."\n\nYou come awake at the feel of being shaken, snapping half upright with your Black Ice in your hand and coming up, only to feel a large hand wrap firmly around your wrist. "Whoa, whoa, easy. Good reflexes, though, kid, keep it up." Shyn's grinning face comes into focus, and her hand loosens as you relax some. "Eskabar called and said to let you sleep in. It's almost 1200, and just got a call that your dorm's fixed. You'd probably be comfier there."\n\n"Mmmnrrrrrrr," Veronka murmurs, stirring slightly, then yawning wide, her tongue curling. "Room's fixed?" she says thickly, squinting back and forth.\n\n"Yeah, so the two of you stop cramping my style and get outta here, huh?"\n\n"Thanks, Shyn," you say with a grin at her, Veronka echoing you as the two of you get up and start collecting your stuff.\n\n"Yeah, yeah, don't mention it. Seriously, don't," she grunts, but she's grinning as she watches you walk out the door.\n\n"Doing okay this morning, Veronka?" you ask with a glance over.\n\n"Ronnie."\n\n"Mm?"\n\nShe's looking off to the side, and you're not sure but you think there might be a tint of hot purple to her cheeks. "'Ronnie' is okay. ... Right?"\n\nGrinning yourself, you say, "Yeah, Ronnie's fine."\n\nSoon the two of you are walking through the room of your dorm. It... looks nearly identical. The bed shelves are still scratched and dinged, if in slightly different spots, and the pads and blankets on them look like they've been washed about a hundred times at least. The only thing even a little different are the dark gray footlockers, which are barely scuffed at all.\n\n"Oh hey, those look practically new," Ronnie chirps as she drops her rifle and Black Ice on her bed shelf along with the rolled-up sleeping bag. "Maybe that's another bonus from requisitions for the good job we did, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nice!|GGSR6bx1]]\n\n[[Wait, something isn't right.|GGSR6x14]]\n\n

Punching things to death with your bare hands is always fun! You take down the book, then blink as you feel a strange sensation, like a phantom hook had grabbed you by the belly and tugged lightly. That... wasn't very comfortable. Still, it seems to have passed, and after a moment you flip open the book and start browsing. Hey, here's a neat variant class, the Brawler, trained as a monk but doesn't have to be Lawful, at the expense of losing out on a couple of the really neat-\n\n"Cyan!"\n\nYou jerk your head up... and stare. You're no longer in a library... instead you seem to be in some sort of barn, sunlight filtering in through the open loft window above. The man who called out to you is your stereotypical grizzled martial arts master sort... wrinkled, long white beard, simple clothes, squinty eyes.\n\n"Cyan," he repeats, reaching out a hand to rest on your shoulder while you're still in shock. You glance at his hand, and notice that the shoulder he's resting it on is a bit broader than it should be, and clad in pale blue cloth. You look down at yourself. Well, for one thing, you've got what are probably at least D-cup breasts, though it's hard to tell because they're wrapped down to hold them in place, beneath a slightly tattered pale blue gi. And what you can see of yourself is a lot more toned and buff than you're used to.\n\n"Uh," you reply, looking up at him.\n\n"Now, Cyan, I know that you came to us as a child after the burning of your beloved peasant village," he rasps out, patting your shoulder again.\n\n"... Rrrright." Okay, either you're going crazy or you've been magically transported to another world. Either way you're apparently a living cliche.\n\n"And I know that of late you have begun to question where your road leads. But I urge you, do not leave... stay here, complete your training, become a full monk and master the Iron Body." \n\n"I..." You glance down at yourself... and can't help but poke your abs through your gi. Damn, your body can get more iron than this? You're like fuckin' Avatar Korra over here. "Uh... yeah, I'll think about it," you answer, lacking anything better to say.\n\n"Very well. Please take today to think it over, I've assigned you a fairly light duty." He turns slightly and gestures to a horse wagon loaded up with barrels. "These are today's wine deliveries. Lokson knows where they all go, simply help him unload the barrels and collect the money."\n\n"Um, yeah, sure." You nod. Your hair feels a bit longer and shaggier than you're used to, but is otherwise colored the familiar way. Where'd you get blue hair dye in a monastery?\n\n"Good, good. Then I will see you this evening."\n\nHe turns and makes his way to the door with that 'I'm old and have a bad hip but I could still singlehandedly kick the asses of a hundred strong men' gait, passing by someone as the barn door is pulled open. A handsome, toned boy your own age, with brown hair and gold-tan skin, walks in. "Ah, um, Cyan... are you ready to go?"\n\n"I... guess." You glance at the cart, then shrug. "... Yeah, sure."\n\nHe gives you an odd look, as you might expect, but then moves to clamber up onto the wagon's seat, you heading to the other side to do the same. He lightly slaps the reins to start the horses forward, and you're soon riding along a dirt road through rolling, green hills. You glance aside at him... definitely a nice-looking guy. And a nice body, too, as you can tell from his bare chest beneath his white gi. Thoughts of seeing just what your new body could do with his flit through your mind, distracting you from the mystery of how you suddenly wound up raised by martial arts monks.\n\n"Uh, Cyan? Something on your mind?" Jakson asks, glancing over.\n\n<hr>\n[[Er, no, you're fine.|GGMonk1x1]]\n\n[[... Yeah, pull over.|GGMonk2x1]]

You're all alone in a strange world, and you're not too sure about your ability to survive... especially since you don't even have the shirt on your back. You suppose maybe if a common housecat attacked you, you might be able to beat it away with the book, but you don't want to meet the fate of the urban legendary first level character. So after a brief consideration, you step out onto the road where you'll be clearly visible as they approach, and start composing your story. As they approach, you decide keeping it as close to the truth as possible is probably best... less to try and remember if you have to repeat it.\n\nWhen they spot you, you can tell there's a brief flurry of discussion, with the big woman hauling an axe from where it's holstered on her saddle, and the elf unslinging her bow. But apparently the others talk them out of attacking right away, and instead they approach, the two with their weapons still out but lowered. The one with the tousled hair adjusts her round spectacles, making them flash in the sunlight, then somewhat nervously says, "Hi. Ah... can we help you?"\n\n'I mean if you're the party's Face, maybe I can,' you can't help but think, fighting the urge to raise an eyebrow. Instead you reply, not having to try very hard to let your voice sound befuddled, "Ah, yes... you see, I was reading a book, when I started to feel rather strange, and the next thing I knew I was standing next to this road. My memory's a bit mixed up and I wasn't sure what to do, so when I saw all of you I thought I'd approach and see if I could... well, stick with you until I figured things out." You shrug, boobs wobbling, and you notice that several pairs of eyeballs wobble back and forth with the motion.\n\nThe glasses-girl stares for a moment, then hops a bit in her saddle and clears her throat. "Oh, um, that's unfortunate. Ah, is that the book, there?" she asks, pointing at the tome tucked under your arm. At your nod, she asks to see it, and after only a brief hesitation you hand it over. "I mean, we try to be welcoming and help out where we can, so I mean, we could probably at least let you come along, for awhile or whatever, but if we could check it... here, Omna..."\n\nShe and the woman with the dual-toned hair slide out of their saddles and huddle together briefly over the book, while the other two watch you carefully, but without obvious hostility... in fact you notice both of them looking at you with more curiosity than anything, though at one point you notice the elf blush and yank her eyes back up to your face, while the big woman actually smirks in a way that's dangerously close to a leer. But eventually the two humans (though you're not entirely sure in Omna's case, she even has heterochromia and very slightly pointed ears) finish speaking and step forward.\n\n"It does look like there was some sort of enchantment on this book, but we can't tell what it might have been and it seems to be gone now. But if you'll sign our group charter, we'll trust you to come along with us, um..." \n\nYou take a moment to realize she's prompting you. "Cyan."\n\n"Nice to meet you!" she chirps, before looking abashed and ducking her head a bit. "Um, this is Omna," she continues, gesturing at the woman beside her. "That's Nissa Pinearrow, and Rern. ... Oh! Um, right, my name's Misty Mayhew. ... Oh right I've got the charter," she murmurs, face flushing as she digs around in the large messenger bag at her side.\n\n'Oh yeah, you guys are in desperate need of someone with ranks in diplomacy,' you muse as you accept the folded paper once she's located it. You read it over, and it doesn't seem too different from the agreements you've got going on at your tabletop sessions back on Earth. No stealing from the party, no backstabbing, no deliberate sabotage, be fair about loot drops, in other words everything necessary to prevent what one of your friends likes to call "noncooperative team play". Since you have no intentions of betraying the very first people you've met, you sign 'Cyan' down at the bottom with the other signatures, giving a little 'huh' as the ink rapidly turns into gold leaf. You fold up the contract and hand it back, Misty beaming at you.\n\n"It's nice to have you join us! We're always glad to meet new companions! Especially other, um..." She trails off, suddenly looking nervous.\n\n"She was going to say 'female outcasts'," Nissa speaks up, tone rather dry. "Misty has a tendency to let her mouth run away with her, but she means well. We do all try to stick together, despite some odd backgrounds. I suppose 'I can't remember my background' is odd enough to fit in."\n\n"Oh, um, well, yes, but..." The spectacled girl trails off, then clears her throat. "Um, anyway! I'm, ah, I'm actually pretty decent at making magical arms and armor and I have a few things you can use," she murmurs, rummaging in her bag again. "Let's see here, um... oh, here's one I made called a Belt of Many Clips, you just hook things to the little clips and then they turn into medallions and you press the medallion. You know, when you want it back. And here's a Many-Weapon, it turns into any melee weapon you can think of, pretty much, though I'm still working out how to get other enchantments on it," she adds, handing you what looks a lot like just a metal cylinder at the moment. You fasten on the belt and attach the Many-Weapon to one of the hooks while she's rummaging again. "Oh, well, I mean, we really should get you some protection, too, so you don't get banged up if there's a fight, let's see, I have some actual armor here, it's a breastplate and some other bits of armor, I think I can modify it to fit around your body in just like a minute or so, and even though it doesn't cover everything physically it's got magical force that protects you. Oh, I also have some bracers that are just the magical force, they'd be ready to go right away!" she chirps. Then blushes a little. "Oh, um, but they don't... ... cover... anything..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the armor.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Take the bracers.|GGSMCent1x2]]

"'Kay, you two have fun, then," you reply with a grin, giving the two a wave.\n\n"C'mon, Candy, let's see if you bring me luck," Nyalter declares, snagging Candy's hand and pulling her along with another 'Wah!' and flash of panties. \n\n"Shall we go, then?" Atalanta asks, gesturing towards one of the stairways, which has a big-screen TV with text reading 'GRINDING THIS WAY!', an arrow, and an image of one of the Lizzies giving one of the other Lizzies a lapdance.\n\nAs the two of you make your way up the stairs, Atalanta holds a hand out to the side, golden sparkles drifting through the air and coalescing into a bow in her hand. "The first floor is usually a variety of skeletons," she notes. "They shouldn't be particularly difficult. They don't drop a lot of currency, but some people who get here very early prefer to farm by quantity. Believe in your own strength, and most of them should go down in a single hit."\n\n"Got it," you note. Let's see, you have the fans on your belt, which you take out. You can use these as thrown weapons too, right? Yeah, you recall that being Mai's ranged attack. But apparently you can just punch and kick the skeletons to take them down quickly, so no real need for these.\n\nYou look up and actually pay attention to the wide castle hallway as you hear a clinking, clattering noise from around the corner. You and Atalanta both ready yourselves... you just try to get ready and find yourself easily sliding into Mai Shiranui's typical 'idle and ready' stance, including bopping back and forth a bit to cause plenty of boobjiggling. The skeletons start marching around the corner and... aren't really very scary at all. They certainly do look fairly realistic, but they're completely clean and moving in such a melodramatic manner that they're not any scarier than the average animatronic you might buy at any Halloween decoration store. Moreover, they all seem to have Jack-O-Lantern heads! They're fairly idealized ones too... big leering grins, with the insides scraped smooth, and the light just seeming to emenate from within by a general glow rather than any hellish flame.\n\nAs you watch, the dozen or so skeletons line up... and then start dancing. A merry, spritely club-style dance for that matter, which is apparently to go with the [[rather popular song|https://youtu.be/q6-ZGAGcJrk]] that starts playing as if from hidden speakers, the bony creatures bopping around happily as if just glad to be at the party.\n\n<hr>\n[[Haha, this is hilarious!|BuddyOct20x5]]\n\n[[How funny! ... Time to die.|BuddyFHP1x1]]

"Pffft, okay, you got me, Atalanta, that's pretty funny," you admit as you straighten up, strolling towards the dancing skeletons clinking and clacking along to their goofy song to get a better look. "So what, actually we dance with them and then we get a little prize or is it just for fun?"\n\n"Wait!" Atalanta calls, rushing after you.\n\nBut she's not quite fast enough. Once you're within arm's reach, practically the entire group of skeletons turns and pounces on you, making you yelp in surprise as their bony fingers grab at your body, wrapping around you and closing as firmly as metal shackles. Practically before you know what's happening you're being hefted into the air into an overhead carry above the group, doing little but jiggling enticingly as you struggle, the promised extra strength and agility worthless now that the skeletons actually have their hands on you. Atlanta smashes through one with her bow and tries to jump to your aid, but in her concern for you she's failed to notice the soft grind of stone on stone, or more of the jack-o-lantern headed skeletons emerging from the hidden passage beyond. They pounce on her from behind much as they did on you from ahead, and the normally impassive catgirl gives a yelp as she too is hefted overhead, bony fingers latched around her arms and legs like manacles. Both captives secure, the skeletons turn and start marching back the way the first group came from.\n\n"W-what're they gonna do to us?!" you call to Atalanta.\n\n"I'm uncertain," she replies flatly, giving you a mildly annoyed look before letting out a huff of a sigh. She seems fairly calm again now that there's apparently nothing to be done about being captured. "Elisabeth likes to mix up what the monsters do every year."\n\n"But they won't kill us, will they?!"\n\n"They might." Both the answer and the nonchalant way Atalanta says it does indeed send shivers down your spine, before she adds, "But anyone who dies within Castle Cjeste will be resurrected at sunrise, the Owner made her institute that rule after a rather... intense... first year."\n\n"O-oh." You can't say you're exactly relaxed now to be carried along by a bunch of skeletons to who-knows-what fate, but you are comforted a little to know that whatever they do, it won't be permanent. You crane your neck to look at the torch-lit hallways, trying to figure out where they might be taking you, but the answer is apparently 'just deeper into the castle' since they stop unceremoniously in the middle of one of the hallways. Actually you're not entirely sure where you are now, it's a bit labyrinthine in here. The skeletons lower you and Atalanta into their midst, and you give another yelp as they suddenly start tearing off your clothes. "H-hey! What are they doing?! Are they gonna-?!"\n\n"Hm, possibly," Atlanta muses aloud even as her shirt is ripped open in front, her own much more modest breasts giving a jiggle of their own as they're bared. "I'm not entirely sure how, but I suppose it is possible that Elisabeth intends them to bone us."\n\n"Now's not the time for puns!" you blurt, thrashing around in the grip of the skeletons as you're rendered naked with only a matter of a few yanks and tugs from your captors.\n\n"It is either never the time for puns or always the time for puns, or possibly both at once."\n\nThat odd counter actually distracts you and makes you stare thoughtfully at her for a second. You almost don't notice the skeletons in front of the two of you parting, and a pair of them stepping forward holding something... specifically a pair of large jack-o-lanterns identical to the ones serving them as heads, though these have holes in the bottoms. "Eh? Hey, what's with that?" you demand as the skeleton lifts the jack-o-lantern high, then brings it down. You struggle a bit more as it slots the thing over your head, the hole a weirdly perfect fit in sliding over your cranium before it snugs firm around your neck.\n\nThen you grin. You grin wide and bright. The skeletons step back and release you and the now similarly pumpkin-headed Atalanta, both of you straightening up. Then you both raise your hands in perfect sync, both of you setting off down the hall in the same silly-macabre walk the skeletons had been using, which of course causes quite a bit of wobbling and bouncing in the fleshy bits they don't have.\n\n<hr>\n[[Perspective shift.|BuddyOct20x6]]

"C'mon, man, let's just go back to the party," Billy said with a sigh, reaching up to fiddle with his hat as he had been all night. "I'm telling you, you don't need that 'Two Extra Stars' thing Elisabeth put in the store, she and the Twintails of Evil probably just put it in there to mess with you when you found out what costume you'd been scheduled this year."\n\n"That's easy for you to say, you're not wearing a skirt," the redheaded teen next to the blonde of approximately the same age, scowling briefly over at him. He could tell just from the feel of it that his expression was utterly adorable, which just vexed him even more. "You get Old West Chic and I get a leather skirt, how is that fair?"\n\n"I'm pretty sure Astolfo proves that the skirt is just as much of a babe magnet as anything else when you look like that, dude."\n\n"Yeah well it's not Astolfo's <i>babe</i> magnet tendencies I'm worried about," Alexander huffed, before glancing at the end of the hallway. "I see shadows approaching, let's get ready." He drew the stylized gladius from his side and readied it.\n\n"Whatever, just remember that we agreed to get enough to do some ten-pulls on the gacha too," Billy answered as he drew his gun and spun the barrel, just for style points. "I'm hoping to pull a waifu for laifu this year."\n\nBoth of the men-costumed-as-youthful-Servants readied themselves as the bulbous-headed shadows drew closer and closer... then their jaws dropped at what actually rounded the corner. While both were moving with the familiar '2spoopy' gait of Lizzie's skeleton creations, instead of jangling bones there was jiggling flesh. Specifically it was a pair of naked women moving with the exaggerated, melodramatic gait the skeletons normally used. Though one was tall and with truly impressive tits, hips, and ass, the other was on the short and slender side, with a cat tail, both were identical above the shoulders. The same leering, magically lit pumpkins that usually adorned the skeletons topped their necks, with no sign of an actual head inside the hollow gourds.\n\nThe two made their way to the center of the hallway with that knee-flinging, hands-raised gait... then the music started. Both Billy and Alexander had seen the 'Spooky Scary Skeletons' routine before, it was one of Lizzie's favorites, but this time although the music and a few of the moves were the same, the impact was... rather different. For one thing when the big-boobed pumpkinhead dropped into a crouch with arms angled out and hands raised, the spread of her legs showed off her smooth bare pussy completely, and the side-to-side sway of her hips definitely lent the dance a beckoning edge, as did the swifting of her shoulders making her boobs wobble. The cat-tailed pumpkinhead seemed to be doing some other sort of dance entirely, her fingers laced together and palms pointed towards the floor as she shook her hips and pert ass quickly to the music, before swinging her arms up the opposite way to do the same; the lowered position pushed her tits together when framed by her arms, while the raised position showed off her own bare pussy and let her tits jiggle freely from the bop of her body. As the goofy song progressed, the big-titted pumpkinhead continued to do only slight variations on the old moves that nevertheless took on a stripper-like countenance with her lewd body, while the cattailed pumpkinhead put her hands on her hips and jutted her ass out, shaking it in time to the music with her tail shaking beckoningly.\n\nBoth boys watched with slack jaws and stiff cocks at the show being put on in front of them. To say this wasn't like Lizzie's previous first floor encounters was... a bit of an understatement. Of course that meant both were completely caught off guard when the pumpkinheaded women turned and pounced them both to the floor, the boys letting out rather different yelps as they were knocked to their backs. But before either could properly process having been tackled, the cattailed pumpkinhead had pulled open the fly of Billy's leather pants and mounted him cowgirl style, hands on his belly for balance, pert tits framed by her arms, while the big-boobed pumpkinhead had shoved up Alexander's much-lamented leather skirt to free his slender, stiff prick and stuffed her pussy over it. She was balanced on the balls of her feet, legs bent and hands resting on her knees, leaving her massive tits to bounce completely free as both pumpkinheads began pounding their hips down on their 'victims' in time with the pulsing refrain of the song still blaring from the hallway.\n\n"Nnnnh! Nng, fuck!" Alexander gasped out, reflexively clutching at the floor as he stared up with wide eyes, torn between staring at that smooth, puffy pussy slamming down around his cock, or at those bouncing melons, or the most bizarre sight above it all, that grinning, hollow jack-o-lantern head leering down at him. He glanced aside at Billy... who as usual seemed to be living in the moment, having gripped his pumpkinheaded girl by the hips and fucking up into her eagerly as her cat tail lashed behind her. 'Oh, fuck it,' the redhead thought, reaching up to grab hold of those lewd, jiggling boobs, squeezing and kneading them even as he looked right at the strange sight of those triangular eyes staring back at him along with the cutout nose and jagged-toothed hollow of a mouth. Whatever this... thing... was, it was absolutely shameless in fucking him to the pound of the music, slapping its pussy down over his prick in time to the beat as if it were doing nothing more than dancing along. The strangeness of it, the silliness of it, and the odd sensuality of it meant that he really didn't take long before letting out a loud gasp and shoving his hips up, emptying his balls into the pumpkinheaded slut above him. From the sound of Billy grunting beside him, the cattailed pumpkinhead was similarly getting a load in her cunt.\n\nMoving in sync again, both pumpkinheads stood up, jack-o-lantern faces raising and turning forward. Like robots realigning to their positions, they raised their hands, fingers curled, then began marching off down the hall with the goofy, knee-flinging gait from before, only now with cum dripping out of their bare pussies and dribbling down their inner thighs as they did.\n\n"... The hell was that?" Alexander murmured, putting a hand to his head as he looked down at his half-hard, cum-smeared cock jutting from beneath his pushed-up skirt.\n\n"I dunno, but I hope Lizzie keeps improving the parties like this," Billy replied dreamily, turning his head to watch the asses of the pumpkinhead monsters until they rounded a corner.\n\n<hr>\n[[Perspective shift.|BuddyOct20x7]]

"Hey! C'mon! Time to wake up!"\n\n"Bwuh?" You blink a few times, staring blearily up above you until the pink, peach, and black blob coalesces into something you can understand... ah, that's that 'Lizzie' girl, the host, standing above you... literally, a foot on either side of your waist. As opposed to the dress from last night, she's wearing lacy black lingerie, including a garter belt and stockings. Looking around, you see that you're laying in a rather large, elaborate, very antique-styled bed, and that two more of Lizzie are standing around, looking virtually identical except that one's in red lingerie and the other's in orange. You look down at yourself and see that you're still Mai'd, but a quick check with your hands would seem to indicate that your head's back to normal. "W-what happened to me?"\n\n"Kukuku, don't you remember?" Lizzie asks, putting her rather odd fingers to her lips as she smirks. "You got lured in and caught by my dancing skellies, and then spent the night as a wandering monster in my castle! Well, wandering slut is more like it! Kukuku!" This time when she giggles, the other two join in.\n\nYour face colors, and you squirm a bit in embarrassment beneath her. It's all sort of hazy and indistinct, but... you do definitely remember roaming naked through the halls for hours and hours, dancing shamelessly for anyone you came across and then fucking them if they had the appropriate equipment. "I... see. Um, what about Atalanta?"\n\n"Oh, once the sun rose and the curse wore off, I sent her home to the Owner. Since she's internalized a Servant Mystic Code she was perfectly fine, it wore you out a lot more."\n\nA glance at a nearby stone opening of a window does seem to indicate it's daylight out, though a bit on the wan and cloudy side. "W-wait, if it's morning, shouldn't my... Mystic Code wear off too?! Why am I still...?!" You look down at the massive tits still jutting from your chest.\n\n"Oh, I'm keeping you that way for the moment. This is the first time we've done the... ah, what'd we decide to call them, Caster Me?" Lizzie says, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the one in orange lingerie.\n\n"'Pum-Pum-Pum-Pumpkin Pump-Pump-Pump Monsterhead Actioooooon!'" the Lizzie in orange declares, doing a little twirl while thrusting a finger in the air.\n\nThe Lizzies in black and red lingerie stare at her for a moment, before the one above you looks back at you. "Anyway, it's the first year we've done the Pumpkin Slut Curse-"\n\n"HEY!"\n\n"-and I wanted to make sure it didn't interact weird with Mystic Codes that aren't internalized. And it dooooes look like it may have left a little thread of magic within you. Well, Caster Me can tweak the status effect before next year to get rid of it."\n\n"But... what about me?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Oh, I'm preeeetty sure we could get rid of any lingering traces via Mana Transfer," Lizzie declares.\n\n"Mana Transfer?" you repeat uncomprehendingly.\n\n"Yeah," the black-clad Lizzie confirms.\n\n"Mana," red-pantied Lizzie picks up.\n\n"Transfer," the orange-stockinged Lizzie completes, before all of them raise their hands and give their fingers a suggestive wiggle, identical leers plastered on their face. \n\n... Oh. Blushing again, you clear your throat. "Just... to check, if I don't wanna do a... 'Mana Transfer' with you... n-not that I'm saying that I don't!" you hurry to add as all three of them get that looming 'And why wouldn't you?!' look on their face that promises an earful. "But, um, what would happen?"\n\nThe black-braed Lizzie shrugs. "Then you'll probably retain a little bit of a curse. It probably won't be <i>too</i> big of one, heck, it might never get activated at all, or fade away before the activation requirements are met." She huffs and folds her arms over her barely-there chest. "But i~f you absolutely had your fill of sex last night, I guess I can send you home and set your Mystic Code to undo once you get there."\n\nHm. So it sounds like you can either do lewd things with the Lizzie Triplets... or, more likely, have lewd things done to you by them... or you can just go home and take your chances with maybe being a tiny bit cursed.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mana Transfer.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Go home.|BuddyOct20x8]]

"I mean, it'd ease my mind if I knew that there was less chance of me getting stuck like this," you admit. "So if it's really okay to go with you to your party, Atalanta, I'd like that."\n\n"Certainly, I think you will enjoy it if you were expecting a 'wild party' in any event. My sister should be along-"\n\nEven as she's speaking, another catgirl emerges from the back of the shop. She really does look pretty much identical to Atalanta, albeit in a different color scheme. Her hair is silver with purple bits (currently mostly loose with a few braids and fewer hair decos), with green eyes behind a pair of squarish black-rimmed glasses. She's even dressed similarly with a collar, t-shirt, hooded jacket and jeans, her tail flicking through the air as she emerges. "Heeeey, sis, what's-"\n\n<img src="images/Nyalter.jpg">\n\n"Ohhhh, it's a customer who turned into a titty ninja and a cute nerd boy," the new arrival observes grandly, reaching up to adjust her glasses.\n\n"I've told you not to call the Bouncy Kunoichi costume a titty ninja, it's unprofessional," Atalanta scolds mildly, mouth curving in a light frown and ears briefly laying flat.\n\nYou give an amused glance at Cody, who's blushing over being called a 'cute nerd boy', while the other catgirl trots over and gives a little wave. "Hi, you can call me Nyalter, most people do, whassup, how can we help you so we can go?"\n\n"They'll be coming to the party with us, sister, if you don't mind bringing the Master currently in an unenchanted costume as your guest."\n\n"Uwohhh? No, that's fine. I was gonna bring 'Hime but at the last minute she went full hikki and won't leave her room. Nothing like a vampire with social anxiety, nyeh? Oh, but you're gonna get one of Owner's costumes, huh?" Nyalter grins broadly at Cody, which causes him to make a face that's some mingling of flushed and a little worried. "They're great, which one you gonna get?"\n\n"Ah, well... I told Buddy he, uh... I mean I told Mai that she could pick it out?" he asks, tossing you a sheepish glance that's a little apologetic and a little 'hey look it's just weird otherwise'. "So whatever she picks."\n\n<hr>\n[["Well then, how about... we match?"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Let's let Nyalter pick instead."|BuddyOct20x2]]

Why not do Cody a solid? Well, sort of. You can tell he's pretty charmed by the cat twins, and Nyalter sort of seems to like him too, so hey. ... On the other hand you may be doing him less than a solid depending on Nyalter's tastes, but oh well, Halloween is the time for pranks too. "Nyalter, since Cody's going to be your guest, why don't you choose his costume instead?"\n\n"Uwohhhh?" Her green eyes flash at that, and Cody gets that mildly scaroused look on his face again. "Getting to decide what a cute boy will turn into before we go out for the night? That's my fetish!" she declares, raising her hands and wiggling her fingers in the air, before taking off into the rest of the store, zipping about at surprising speed.\n\n"Don't let your Madness Enhancement run away with you," Atalanta calls blandly, shaking her head.\n\n"It's fine I'll pay for anything Owner won't comp!" Nyalter calls back right before practically materializing in front of Cody again, piling his arms with her assembled items and bustling him towards the dressing room. "Here we go, here we go, one custom Nyalter-assembled costume, all ready and waiting, let's do this thing!"\n\n"Uhhhh... 'kay," Cody squeaks as he disappears into the dressing room. It's a quiet few moments of the faint sound of clothing shuffling about, before a rather higher, sweeter voice calls, "A-are you sure this is what you want me to wear?!"\n\n"It's too late now, it's already your costume," Atalanta points out. "So you may as well come out so we can depart."\n\n"O-okay. ... Here I come..."\n\n<img src="images/Codybus.jpg">\n\nYou can't help but stare a bit. For one thing, hell, those might be bigger than the ones you have right now! ... Ahem. Cody now has bright bubblegum pink hair, long in back and parted just above the bangs to drape around her face, with a pair of purple horns (white on the inner side, inlaid with silver designs on the outside) curving and pointing up from amidst it just above her pointed ears. Her outfit looks to be a fairly lewd variation on a maid's, with a main body cut to leave her shoulders as well as most of her back and the vast majority of her chest bare, which is convenient for the pair of little purple dragonlike wings jutting from between her shoulderblades. Her large chest is really only covered by what's more of a band of cloth with some frills around the edge than a proper blouse. A purple and pink devil tail emerges from beneath the short skirt, as well as rather luscious thighs with garters framing them and thigh-high stockings sheathing them, and a pair of purple-pink high heels. She settles into a pose that's somehow both embarrassed and yet show-offy, like she's trying to hide her assets and at the same time winds up pressing her tits together with her arms.\n\n"Th-this is pretty embarrassing," Cody admits in her newly sweet and lyrical voice.\n\n"That's what makes it so good," Nyalter declares, framing her chin with her fingers and looking satisfied, eyes giving another flash. "I'll call this one... Candy, the maid-succubus!"\n\n"E-eh?! I've got a name like Candy too?!"\n\n"Shall we depart?" Atalanta interjects before the little comedy playing out in front of you can go on too much longer. "If we don't get there fairly soon all the good gacha prizes will be gone."\n\n"Ooooo~! Ga-cha, ga-cha, ga-cha!" Nyalter sing-songs, grabbing one of Candy's hands and hauling her along, your friend-turned-succubus giving a 'Wah!' of surprise as she's yanked out the door with a brief flash of her white-pantied butt.\n\n"Hmmm." You raise a hand up to tap at your cheek, barely noticing as even that motion makes your boobs bounce. "... Did I do a bad thing?"\n\n"From your friend's perspective, maybe, but my sister is happy and more importantly distracted, so I approve," Atalanta assures you, giving you a thumbs-up. "Shall we?"\n\nSoon all of you are aboard Atalanta's van (which she solemnly informs you is called the "Argo" because of course it is) and driving towards the edge of town. Candy mostly sits in her seat squirming, while occasionally getting distracted and leaning over to check what Nyalter might be playing with on her phone. You're up front with Atalanta, and thus the first one to lean forward, boobs wobbling as you practically press your face against the window and point. "Uh, what the hell is that?"\n\n"Castle Cjeste."\n\n"Is it real?"\n\n"Yes, no, also no, and also yes," Atalanta answers as she turns the van onto the packed dirt road that winds through the forest and leads towards the large, dark, stereotypical medieval castle now looming out of the forest. "One of the Owner's other favorites is in charge of Halloween every year. She's been gifted with very strong Creation skills to enable this so she tends to get a little carried away," she adds as you drive beneath a banner hung between two trees reading 'LIZZIE IS THE BEST!' with a smirking pink-haired girl with horns (different ones than Candy's) poking out her tongue and winking to one side of the text. \n\n"Ah-huh."\n\nStill, once you pull up to the entrance, you have to admit that it sounds and looks an awful lot like a party inside, with flashing lights and pounding music and people cheering and howling and obviously dancing about inside. The four of you make your way in with varying degrees of confidence, soon finding yourself in the massive main room beyond the entrance that seems to serve as both dance floor and primary mingling area. At the back and center there's a large stone balcony which seems to be serving as both DJ booth and main stage, and which features a trio of identical teenage girls with horns and tails and wearing different outfits, one in a witch's hat and dress working the DJ booth with one hand and holding a cartoonish pitchfork with the other, one in a cape and very small bikini who's dancing rather provocatively to the beat, and another in an elaborate black dress of her own that's apparently taken it upon herself to rock the mic.\n\n"WELCOOOOME TO THE BEST HOLIDAY OF THE YEAR BECAUSE IT'S MINE ALL MINE!" she calls, having hopped up to stand on the edge of the balcony and thereby flashing her blue and white striped panties to most of the party. "THIS IS HALLOWEEN, 100% BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE BEST DRAGON, BEST SERVANT, BEST WAIFU, AND OVERALL BEST GIRL, ELISABETH BATHORY! WE'VE MERCILESSLY SLAUGHTERED AND STOLEN ALL THE BEST STUFF FROM OTHER HOLIDAYS FOR THIS! WE'VE GOT GACHA, WE'VE GOT MISSIONS, WE'VE GOT A STORE, WE'VE GOT A RIDICULOUS NUMBER OF HOT PEOPLE DRINKING AND TAKING ELICIT SUBSTANCES IN A CASTLE LIT MOSTLY BY FIRES! SO GET FULL, GET SWEATY, AND GET DANCING, 'CAUSE AS MY GIRL MARIE SAYS, LET THEM EAT MEEEEEEE~!" she calls, turning backwards and then toppling over, dropping towards the crowd... with a rather loud <i>thud</i> as she disappears amongst the people standing near the balcony. A moment later she springs back into view, dragon wings stretched from her back as she yells, "<b>YOU ASSHOLES WERE SUPPOSED TO CATCH ME!</b>"\n\n"Uh... sounds like some party," you note, staring.\n\n"It generally is, yes," Atalanta agrees, somehow managing to raise her voice enough to be heard over the music without shouting. Wow, maybe she is an experienced party girl.\n\n"What's she mean, gacha and missions and store?"\n\n"'Gacha' means a random item draw lottery. Both it and the store take items dropped from the monsters in the upper level when they're defeated... after all, most of these people are wearing costumes that allow them to be combatants," she adds at your startled expression. "And both contain, besides more typical party prizes such as clothing and party favors, magical items of power and significance. Missions are things you can accomplish by doing certain things at the party."\n\n"And they pay out 'fun money' too?"\n\n"Gold bullion." At your eyes bugging, Atalanta shrugs. "As I said, the Owner has given her considerable leeway for this party. Now, as your inviter, it is obvious that I should at least remain in your vicinity until and unless you indicate you would rather mingle separately. So, what would you like to do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Earn some party currency.|BuddyOct20x3]]\n\n[[Earn some actual currency.|BuddyFHP3x1]]\n\n[[Get to drinking.|BuddyFHP4x1]]\n\n[[Go mingle on your own.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Stick with Atalanta.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Stick with your group.|BuddyFHP2x1]]

"Oh, hey, that's right, I'm a ninja right now, huh?" you muse aloud as you mull over your options. "Does that really mean that I have a bunch of martial arts skills and things?"\n\n"Yes, the Owner doesn't skimp. All costume Mystic Codes contain the full abilities of their basis, minus any Noble Phantasms not provided by accessories. Most people simply don't think to try and access them. Considering your Mystic Code, you should be capable of going up to the ninth combat floor, at least with my assistance."\n\n"That actually sounds pretty cool, I think I wanna try it." You look over at Candy and Nyalter. "How about you guys?"\n\n"Uhhh, I'm really not sure this costume has... much combat ability," Candy murmurs, squirming a bit in place (and making her boobs jiggle).\n\n"And I still have some currency saved up from last year I was gonna use in the gach-nya," Nyalter notes. "And probably only do any grinding if I completely bombed my pulls. I mean I <i>could</i>, but..."\n\nSounds like they aren't too enthusiastic about fighting monsters for funny money. Still, Nyalter sounds a little on the fence, and you bet if she joined Cody would come along. Should you push a little to get them to come, or let them be?\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge them to join.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Let them go.|BuddyOct20x4]]

"Father," you call gently, settling to your knees next to the bed and lightly shaking his shoulders. "Father, it's time to wake up!"\n\n"Mm. Ah, good morning, Kasumi," Soun murmurs as he sits up slowly, rubbing at his eyes.\n\n"Good morning, Father," you answer pleasantly, giving a small bow in place before rising to your feet and making your way upstairs to the next member of the family who needs rousing. That being Nabiki.\n\nWhen you enter your sister's room, she's laying on her stomach, hugging the pillow under her head, obviously deeply asleep. Your younger sister is wearing a black thong and rather small white tanktop for bedclothes, leaving her pert butt sticking up in the air a bit and practically bare, since she's kicked off the covers. Oh my, the best way to wake her up when she's sleeping like that is-\n\n<hr>\n[[-to roll her over.|KasumiX1x2]]\n\n[[-to knead that cute butt a bit. <3|KasumiXPlaceholder]]

You give your head a shake, forcing yourself to give up thoughts of being underneath that big, strong-looking male, this one having hands he could use to reach forward and fondle your tits. Actually would the logistics of that work, could he reach? ... Anyway! You've got a cock almost as nice as that one waiting for you outside the cave and three more quite good ones to go with it, no reason to fuck over other people just for that. Reaching into your pack, you pull out the polearm and snap its haft to full extension, trying not to get distracted by the symbolism as the others scatter.\n\nThe apparently part celestial centaur is a formidable foe, you can tell by how quickly he moves and how easily he seems to deal with having five opponents. His sword repeatedly passes through the other party members, but from the way they wince and stumble when it does, it obviously must be doing something even if it leaves no marks. A Merciful weapon, huh? Wonder what that means for what he intends after the fight is over. ... No, don't get distracted again!\n\nLuckily, with the polearm you're able to use your own much greater reach combined with the weapon's to constantly harry him from a distance he can't really defend against, your strikes jamming towards weak points in his armor and forcing him to canter away, leaving openings for the rest. With Amana staying back and slinging spells, and the others gradually able to focus on darting in to attack, eventually you have him on the ropes. Bloodied and battered, he grips a wound on his arm and points his sword again. "Very well! Be warned, though, all of you! Should you not leave this place now, the god himself will deal with the lot of you!" Then he disappears in another flash of light, the centaurus constellation glittering brighter for a few moments before settling back into the same glint as the rest.\n\n"Well, that's one way to get the blood pumping," Bane admits, trying to catch his breath. He looks at Amana. "Do you think that could be true? Could we really have to face a god if we go on?"\n\n"It... is theoretically possible, I suppose," the tiefling admits with a frown. "Or a manifestation of one, at least, just as I believe that was more of a manifestation of a guardian than the real thing, as evidenced by the fact that we are still here. ... Still, if we are cautious, I believe we should be fine. Just... be very careful about anything you touch. Or say. Or look at."\n\nThat warning in mind, you all set off again, though the last is probably the least followed advice since you're all peering around curiously looking for anything godlike. But eventually the tunnel opens up again, this time into a much, much, much bigger room. There are gasps of shock, and one of them is your own... there is an absolute mountain of treasure here! Immense piles of gold and jewels take up a large part of the back half of the cavern, with a wide waterfall roaring down behind it. There's also a sort of glimmery screen just in front of the piles of treasure, with only one thing on the other side of it... a pedestal with a golden statue of a powerful (and well-endowed) rearing horse resting atop it. The statue is about a foot and a half high, and very detailed in its sculpting... you're fairly certain you can see faint bulges of veins on its golden balls.\n\n"No doubt a highly enchanted artifact, and what's powering that force field," Amana notes with a frown, walking over to examine it. After a moment her frown deepens, and she shakes her head. "... I can't tell what sort of enchantment might be on it. It's beyond me. But it's obvious we can't get to the rest without removing it from this pedestal. It's simply a question of who to risk touching it."\n\n<hr>\n[[You will.|GGCentaur5x6]]\n\n[[Shae's the most skilled.|GGCentaur6x1]]\n\n[[Amana's the most magical.|GGCentaur7x1]]\n\n[[Bane's the luckiest.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Thurkar's the strongest.|GGCentaur]]

You lean down and gently brush back Akane's bangs from her forehead, planting a soft kiss there before straightening up. Akane shifts in place, mouth closing, before she sits up, reflexively wiping at her lower face. "Morning, Kasumi," she says through a yawn.\n\n"Good morning, Akane." You smile and step aside as she clambers out of bed, checking herself briefly before she heads off to join Nabiki in the bathroom. That's most of the household, just one room left. You pause outside of it for a little bit, though... you want to give Akane and Nabiki a head start to get at least mostly through their baths before possibly being stumbled in upon by the men. (Your father has long sense learned to wait until after breakfast for his own bath.)\n\nOnce you think enough time has passed by, you slide open the door and step in, calling a soft, "Pardon the intrusion" out of habit, even though you know what you're likely to find. Ranma and Genma are both sprawled part on and part off their futons, arms and legs akimbo, both of them snoring as if trying to compete with each other. Now, let's see, how would it be best to wake them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of Ranma and "nicely" wake Genma.|KasumiXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Get rid of Genma and "nicely" wake Ranma.|KasumiXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wake them both "nicely".|KasumiXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Just wake them both.|KasumiX1x4]]

Moving to take hold of your sister's sides, you gently pull and push to roll her over onto her back, letting her take the pillow with her. She snorts a bit and squirms around, then sits up, pillow hugged to her chest as she looks around blearily.\n\n"Good morning, Nabiki," you say cheerfully, as always, nodding to her and giving her a smile.\n\n"M'n'n'," she grunts back, before rising to her feet and dropping the pillow, walking zombie-like towards the door, and eventually the bathroom.\n\n"Oh my," you sigh, laying a hand to your cheek and shaking your head. You really do wish Nabiki wouldn't walk around the house like that... or perhaps that she would wear a bit more modest clothing to bed, considering how often things can happen in the middle of the night around here. But your sister isn't good with mornings and she likes to show off her body, so it's really rather futile to scold her. Time can be better spent on other things.\n\nSpeaking of, you move at a brisk pace to the room next door, Akane's. Your youngest sister has gotten a bit tangled-up in her blankets, but at least she's still covered, and wearing fairly modest pajamas (she, at least, has caught on to how often she gets disturbed in the night, you suppose). You smile a bit at her open mouth and the little bit of drool running down her cheek... she really is cute, if needlessly violent. As usual, you wake up your baby sister with a kiss-\n\n<hr>\n[[-on the forehead.|KasumiX1x3]]\n\n[[-on the lips.|KasumiXPlaceholder]]

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Now, you would never be the sort to malevolently exploit someone else's misfortune for your own amusement, but you can't help but admit to a small bit of glee as you pick up the pail of water from the corner of the room. You make your way over to the futons and, with a practiced motion, sling the pail so that the cold water inside sprays across both sleeping men.\n\n"Hey!" Ranma yelps as she sits up spluttering, Genma giving a "growf" as his massive furry form sits upright as well.\n\n"Good morning, Saotome-san, Ranma-san," you chirp as you move to set the bucket back down.\n\nRanma sighs, brushing her wet bangs out of her eyes. "Mornin', Kasumi," she grumbles. You know she doesn't resent it too much, she and her father can be <i>very</i> hard to wake. Besides, they'll have hot water in the bathroom soon, and you need to go cook them breakfast.\n\nYou head back downstairs to begin cooking enough food to adequately feed your father, your sister, your very athletically active and growing other sister, and two bottomless pits. You're so lucky! Opening a rice cooker the size of a small washing machine, you dump in a goodly portion of a bag and a good gallon or so of water, and then set about making the rest of the food. Of course, you have it on the table by the time people start arriving, Nabiki and your father as usual just keeping their heads low, Ranma and Akane squabbling lightly while Ranma and his father compete for who can steal the most food. And then the students race out the door and the adults retire to the back yard for shogi, and you're left to the happy task of the dishes.\n\nDishes, laundry, and cleaning the kitchen pass by in a pleasant blur. You hum cheerfully as you go about the housework, though you pause in the midst of wiping down the table as something inside of you briefly protests that it wants to take a break. Why would you take a break? This is so enjoyable! Anyway, it fades away easily enough as you resume cleaning the dining area, squashed under the pleasant fog that constantly surrounds your thoughts and insures you're a happy homemaker.\n\nOnce you've finished cleaning the downstairs, you pause to brush off your apron. You'll need to straighten up the rooms upstairs as well, obviously, but right now it's probably time for-\n\n<hr>\n[[-your own bath.|KasumiXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[-grocery shopping.|KasumiXPlaceholder]]

The prop museum is a large, roundish building, with skylights overhead and long walls lining the entrance that you're pretty sure is designed to make it look like a film can.\n\nThe inside is nice and cool, as you'd expect of a museum sort of place. You immediately relax some, having spent awhile in the summer heat both on your way here and while you were moving through the park. You take a look around the lobby... there's not a lot here, mostly an information desk, a bunch of movie poster displays, information kiosks, and of course a souvenir shop. You notice a large sign above the information desk, colored and positioned so it's pretty much impossible to miss:\n\n<center><div style="width:200px;height:100px;border:6px ridge black;"><center><b>PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH THE DISPLAYS</b></center></div></center>\n\nPfft. Yeah right. You're on your own now, you'll touch stuff if you want to. In fact just seeing the banner seems to fill you with a rebellious desire to run right up to the first display you see and touch something. Well... maybe you won't be that obvious about it. Not that there seems to be much of anyone around to stop you... the only person you see is [[the girl sitting behind the information desk|PropMuseumGirlStart]]. Everyone else must be focused on the rides or more participation-oriented events.\n\nThere's a nice big infographic standee giving a list of the different exhibitions currently going on in the museum. You peruse it, wondering what you should see first.\n\n<b>[[Weaponry|PropMuseumWeapons]]</b>: Apparently there's an entire hall just for weapons that have been used in movies. Lots of sharp shiny things, always cool.\n\n<b>[[Star Wars|StarWarsStart]]</b>: An exhibit of Star Wars props, looks like. Heh, use the Force, Eric.\n\n<b>[[Dinosaurs|PropMuseumDino]]</b>: An exhibit of props used in dinosaur movies, like Jurassic Park. Hey, think they've got any of the animatronic dinosaurs too?

You are a teenage female. You are old enough to have developed a pretty good idea of the effect you have on men, while still carrying a somewhat childlike viewpoint and openmindedness. Your father probably lays awake at night worrying.\n\n<b>[[Amanda|SweetKidStart]]</b>: You're not a paragon of virtue and saintliness, but you are well-liked by most people that know you. You're mildly popular at school without trying to be, reliable enough to be trusted with tasks often given to adults, and trustworthy enough to be allowed to do things on your own.\n\n<b>[[Layla|MeanGirlStart]]</b>: You border on the stereotype of the manipulative bitchy teenager, and while you have people you call "friends", it's doubtful anyone really likes you much. But you know how to manipulate others and get what you want, and many fear to defy you.\n\n<b>[[Cyan|GirlGamerStart]]</b>: Though you generally prefer just "gamer", or, y'know, your name. You honestly don't like to make a big deal of it, you've got better things to do than be fawned over.\n\n<b>[[Samantha|SelfSufficientStart]]</b>: Your parents have always had a very "hands off" approach to raising you, letting you live your own life without much interference or, indeed, much interaction. You're pretty much allowed to do what you want.

"I, uh, I... do I really have to choose just one of you?" you ask meekly, some part of your brain putting that through to your mouth without really running it past the committee.\n\n"Say WHAT?!" both girls blurt, leaning in angrily towards you.\n\n"I... I'm kinda suggesting both of you!" you stammer, unable to stop yourself.\n\n"And just why..." Maya growls for a start.\n\n"... do you think we'd agree to that?" Morrigan picks up, painted lips actually pulled back from her teeth a little.\n\n<hr>\n[[Because it's hot.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Because you think they'd both be happier that way.|QOGothHW2x2]]

"You should marry me off, Daddy," you answer, just before sliding your mouth back down over his cock, your eyes fixed on his face the entire time as you slide down and press your lips around the root of it.\n\n"Hm... I suppose you're right," he muses, apparently completely unaffected by you proving how far you've come as a cocksucking little slut in just the last hour. He simply looks thoughtful as you continue bobbing up and down over his member. "Now, let's see... well, I suppose I could give you to Soun. It seems almost the proper thing to do, since you failed as a potential husband for one of his girls. That way our families could be joined even without our children being married. It would also keep you close at hand so I could make use of you when I liked, as well," he adds.\n\nAlmost idly, he brings a hand down on your head and holds you down as you gulp him to the root again, paying no mind to it as you start to squirm on your knees in front of him. "Then there's that Ryoga boy, the one who's likely had you already. Probably doesn't have much money, but then the Hibikis are a very old martial arts family... it would be a good way to get our hands on their techniques. Besides, the boy's obviously as pliant as string, a pretty little slut like you could have him wrapped around your finger, and a compliant son-in-law is such a blessing."\n\nOnce he's finished that thought he lifts his hand away and you yank your head up, gasping and coughing, churned-up spit dribbling down your chin and over his cock. He continues to look thoughtful until you've gone back to licking and sucking at his balls, whereupon he continues. "The Kuno boy's infatuated with you, obviously, and marrying into that kind of money isn't to be sneezed at. He seems like he'd be compliant as well..." Then he makes a face. "... But those in-laws."\n\nThen he gives a snort. "I suppose marrying you off to a foreigner would have its benefits too, considering that if we stay in Japan we'll spend the rest of our lives looking over our shoulders for your mother. She's a filthy slut too, but oddly serious about that pledge," he mutters, obviously thinking of the oath of true manhood he took on your behalf as he leans forward to cup and fondle one of your breasts while you go back to deepthroating his dick. "That foolish boy at the ramen cafe... Mousse, was it? Well, there's a built-in home in China for us, and even a brainless fucktoy like you could probably net that idiot somehow. Plus I think I'd enjoy seeing you put up with his behavior... a little vengeance for making me leave the country, and all."\n\nYou say nothing, other than the quiet 'hgk, hk, glmp' of your throat's natural noises as you work your lips up and down his length. It's obvious that this time he's not even making a show of asking what you think, and will decide for himself who you're going to marry and spend the rest of your life getting fucked by.\n\n<hr>\n(([[Soun.|FRanXPlaceholder]]))\n\n(([[Ryoga.|FRanXPlaceholder]]))\n\n(([[Kuno.|FRanXPlaceholder]]))\n\n(([[Mousse.|FRanXPlaceholder]]))

Giving in to exhaustion, you flop an arm across your belly and sink back into sleep, still with legs splayed and tits bared, showing off your well-fucked state to anyone that might come along.\n\nYou awaken in the morning with a yelp as your hair is hauled on, yanking you to sit upright. "Well, I knew it," Genma grouses, glowering down at you. "I always knew that once you got that curse, eventually you'd give in to slutty female desires and fuck some guy. You've completely abandoned your manhood, haven't you?"\n\n"Wait, Pop, I GLMMF!"\n\nYour attempts to explain are cut off as your father shoves his cock into your mouth. You look up at him in shock as he begins rocking his hips, using his grip on your hair to force more of his length, still smeared with sweat, cum, and your own pussy juice past your lips, even as he blames you for having turned into a slut. "Who was it, Ryoga? That Kuno boy? No, you wouldn't have been smart enough to pick the rich one. Could have fucked him years ago if you were going to do that. Well, if you're determined to be a slut, I'll just have to turn you into a <i>proper</i> one!"\n\nYou raise one hand to grip his wrist and put the other on his hip, but when he's set and has a hold on something your father is actually pretty strong... and part of you isn't even sure you want to fight him off. Specifically, that part that already wanted more last night. It, and the feeling of that cock pumping between your lips, gagging noisily you as it starts to stretch your throat, is starting to remind your body of just how good last night felt. Wetness starts running down your inner thighs, and after several moments you give up the pretense of trying to push Genma away, just settling onto your knees and letting him fuck your face.\n\n"That's right, you like this, don't you?" he growls, starting to thrust harder now, bulging your throat out as he forces you to swallow even more of his girthy length. "I suppose despite all my hard work, you were never a proper man. All that curse did was give you an appropriate form for your inner slut!" As he says that last word, he thrusts forward until your nose is pressed into the curly black hair at his crotch and his balls rub against your chin, and you know it's true. You moan around his length, looking up at him with eyes pleading for more, silently begging your father to treat you like the eager little redheaded whore you were always destined to be.\n\nHe continues to fuck you for a good, long while, having (unknowingly) used your pussy as a cumdump twice last night having apparently given him decent staying power. The sound of your throat gulping and gagging around his thick prick seems so loud in the room that you're shocked the entire house can't hear it. You slip your hands down, one grabbing one of your own hefty tits and starting to knead it, the other going between your legs to frantically work your stiff clit, getting off for the first time after only the first few quick, inexperienced rubs. Genma seems to redouble his efforts at the sight of that, continuing to tell you what a worthless little slut you are, that if you're determined to be such a horny bitch he'll treat you like a horny bitch, all of it, and it feels so good to hear it.\n\nFinally he yanks out, finishing himself off with pumps of his fist, his thick cock shuddering and spurting long streamers of cum. You tilt your head back and open your mouth, tongue jutting out to catch as much of that thick, salty jizz as possible. You close one eye as a glob of it lands across your lashes, and soon most of your face has been painted up. But Genma's cock, just like last night, doesn't flag, and he instead gives you a yank to haul you onto your hands and knees, your tits dropping down heavily and wobbling under you. He moves down and balances on the balls of his feet, moving into a sort of squatting position, angling himself in, one hand on your back for balance and the other guiding his cock, rubbing the tip between the cleft of your asscheeks and then pressing it to your tight pucker.\n\n"Ohhhhhh <b>fuck</b>," you moan out as he starts pushing his prick up your ass, your only remaining virgin hole slowly spreading around your father's cock. Despite his stout build, it's obvious he's maintained quite a lot of strength and control, because he uses that considerable weight to push into you as he bends his knees. You whimper as you feel him slide in inch by inch, until finally his balls are pressed up against your sodden pussy. "Ohh, oh god, Pop, you're so big...!"\n\n"If you're going to be a slutty little girl, talk like one, dammit," he snarls, slapping the side of one of your tits, then starting to move, working his cock up and down, pumping into your ass.\n\n"Ah! D-daddy! Daddy, you're so big, fuck my slutty little butt!" you squeal as he begins to do just that. Your father makes a pleased noise, leaning forward and filling his hands with your big, swaying tits, kneading them far more actively and roughly than last night, obviously just enjoying himself rather than trying to stimulate you. At this point it all works for you, though, and you moan sluttily as he kneads your whorish tits and fucks your tight little bitch ass. Your pussy gushes a few times, making his balls sopping wet as they slap against you, but he just keeps fucking you even as you repeatedly moan, "Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"\n\nEventually he pulls out and leans back, slipping the length of his cock along the cleft of your ass as he sprays his load all over your buttocks and your back, leaving you trembling and whimpering as you cum, your asshole fluttering a bit from being suddenly empty. Once he's painted up your round ass and smooth back with pools and streamers of white, he rises up and flops to sit on the window seat with his legs spread. Obeying his unspoken command, you crawl over on hands and knees and then settle between his legs, sliding the cock that just came out of your ass back into your throat and bobbing your head several times as you slurp at it, before slipping it out of your mouth and going to work licking your own girlcum off his balls.\n\nGenma grunts as he looks down at you. "Well, curse or not, you're clearly not a man anymore. You're my daughter, more's the pity. Still, I suppose even if daughters are worthless for inheriting, they're still good for two things... making you money, or being married off." He waits for you to drop one of his balls out of your mouth and drag your tongue up his shaft before saying, "Any opinions? Not that they'll be worth anything, I'm just curious."\n\n<hr>\n[[Money.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Marriage.|FRanX10x5]]

"Speaking as the horsiest of the party," you say, raising a hand. "Maybe I should? That might be less likely to risk incurring wrath, or something."\n\n"A thought not without merit," Amana agrees after a moment of thought. She nods and steps back. "Alright, Cyan, but be careful."\n\nYou step forward, hooves causing echoing rings on the stone in the big cavern, and reach out to pick up the statue. The moment you lift it from the pedestal, there's a crash like thunder and a flash like lightning, roiling clouds covering the entire force field. Five figures come striding out of it, leaving all of you gaping as you stare. Four of them are equines... and each a good three hands or so taller at the shoulder than Thurkar's Clydesdale, and obviously deific of some stripe... one looks like it's made of the night sky, stars glittering inside its body. Another seems to be made of solid, living silver, its skin reflecting the images of everything around it. The third is even blacker than Amana's stallion, its hooves apparently made of steel, the fur above them and its mane and tail made of flames, horns curling from the sides of its head and its eyes glowing solid red. The fourth is a pegasus, snowy white and with huge swanlike wings on its back. All of them are, of course, well hung, considering where your eyes go. But the figure in the center sort of steals the show, and your breath.\n\nHe's a centaur, too, but at least twice as big as you are, and his head is horselike as well, his humanoid upper body covered in hide like the lower half, hide the color of an icy ocean. He has four arms, too, powerfully muscular ones, and even taking his massive size into account, oh God, his balls and sheath are just <i>immense</i>, balls hanging down almost to his hind knees, sheath bulging with its obviously barely-fitting contents. He turns eyes the blazing color of electricity towards you.\n\n"You have called forth Sleipnir, son of Loki, First Steed of Asgard," he booms in a voice that almost shakes the cavern while you're completely mesmerized by staring below his body at that cock, every part of you aching to have it pounding away in one of your holes like he was trying to drive the soul out of your body. "Half-horse child, have you come to offer these lesser mortals to me in tribute?" he continues, glancing at the rest of the party while they start in shock.\n\n<hr>\n[[Abso-fuckin'-lutely!|GGCentaur5x7]]\n\n[[Uh, er... wait, no.|GGCentaur]]

You shake your head. Wandering around in the woods is not your idea of a good time. Sighing, you turn back in the direction of Nerima and set off at a trot. Gotta conserve your energy.\n\nIt's well into night by the time you arrive back at the dojo, sweaty and hungry. You head on inside, muttering and grumbling to yourself, and head for the kitchen. You're a little surprised to see Kasumi, especially without any lights on. "Oh! Ranma, you're back." Kasumi turns and gives you a smile... well, you think, you can only see her a bit in the moonlight. "Unfortunately, it seems you nicked an important electrical line when Akane kicked you through the ceiling, and we can't get it fixed until tomorrow. I did manage to save a dose of hot water," she adds, turning and picking up a thermos. "But it's the only one, I'm afraid."\n\nYou sigh, accepting both the thermos and the sandwich she hands you, munching on the sandwich as you wander back over towards the stairs. Great... that means the only shower you could get would be cold, and the thermos barely feels warm as it is... it might be cooled completely by the time you finished watching off. So, shower or bed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Shower.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bed.|FRanX10x2]]

Half before you know what you're doing, you're raising a hand and bringing it down nice and hard against Tanya's ass. She yelps and jerks forward reflexively, but her pussy also does absolutely amazing things around your cock. Absolutely amazed and delighted by her reaction, you start raining spanks down on her ass in between your thrusts, listening to Tanya the Terror make delightfully cute sounds like "Gyeek!" and "Hnya!" while her pussy does aerobics around your dick. Her ass gradually turns pink, and she starts actually jerking herself back both towards your spanks and your thrusts. That proves to be too much for you, and finally you thrust forward, moaning loudly as you spill inside her, squeezing her thoroughly-spanked ass hard as Tanya makes a low gurgling noise.\n\n"Hha... hha... y-you've got a lot of nerve, scrub," Tanya says breathlessly as you start moving again behind her. "P-pushing me around and spanking me... I have a good mind to GYEEEEEEEEEK!" Her eyes go wide and her back arches, tits giving a heavy bounce as you thrust your cum-lubed cock into her ass and start pounding into her even harder than before, even as you lean forward and start just absolutely mauling her tits with your hands, kneading them with abandon. Her eyes roll up and her teeth clench, her words turning slurred as she whimpers out, "N-no, don't, f-fuck, not fair, holy shit, fuck, fuck!" Despite her protests you can feel her pussy practically soaking your balls every time they slap against it, and her body keeps working in against you as if eager for more.\n\nBy the time you're done, Tanya is slumped forward, barely keeping herself from collapsing, shuddering hard with every breath, cum dribbling out of her ass and down over her sodden cunt, thighs liberally coated with arousal and the denim around her knees soaked as well. She looks over her shoulder at you, face flushed, but doesn't say anything as she climbs to her wobbly legs and yanks up the cutoffs, not bothering to button them as she shoves your own jeans towards you. You mutely pull them back on and hurry out, not looking back lest you turn into a pillar of salt or something. Finding Kevin, you make some quick, dazed excuse for what took so long before explaining you have to go, and heading back home.\n\nThat night you're still sort of in a daze as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. You... you made Tanya, AKA Tanya the Terror, AKA Tanya the Evil, AKA the Pretty Capone of Deviville, lick your ass. And called her a bitch. And spanked her. And fucked her in the ass.\n\n... And you're pretty sure she loved all of it.\n\nLike, you're trying to see any way you could have imagined it, but the very fact that she <i>hasn't</i> already had you shot execution style or something would kind of seem to indicate that, right? So did Tanya actually... enjoy all that? She certainly seemed to just be enjoying pushing you around until you started doing that stuff. Assuming she did like it... what conclusion can you draw from this?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tanya likes being dominated.|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[[Tanya likes being abused.|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[[Clearly you are just a complete sexual god.|QOKevPorn]]

Bleh. Better squashed boobs than waking up dehydrated from sweating. You unscrew the top of the thermos, then give a practised tossing motion, sweeping its contents across the furry hulk. Your father splutters and flails briefly, sitting up in human form and looking blearily around the room, before flopping back down and sprawling across his futon, resuming his snoring. Lovely. Rolling your eyes, you undo your shirt and shrug out of it, shucking your pants and walking over to the dresser in just your boxers, sweat-glistening breasts jiggling a bit before you pull a tanktop on over them.\n\nYou head over to your own futon and flop down, wiggling around in an attempt to get comfy, then finally rolling onto your side and tucking your legs up a bit. It has been a long day, so it doesn't take too long before you fall asleep, soon adding your own snores to the hot air.\n\nYou're not sure when it is, but you wake up at the feeling of your boxers being tugged down your thighs. You're still a bit fuzzy-headed from how deeply you were sleeping, so you don't react immediately other than raising your head and looking at the perpetrator. Genma has moved onto the edge of your futon, his eyes still almost entirely closed, his movements unlike when he's awake. "Huh? Pop?" you mutter, before you realize that he's ditched his clothes and he's got a rather impressive hardon, his long, thick cock jutting above your bared hip. "Hey!" you yelp, but he doesn't even seem to hear you, just angling his cock down with one hand and then thrusting forward.\n\nYou gasp loudly as your father's cock shoves deep into you, your sweat-slick pussylips spreading around his girth. You stretch your arm out to the side and grab the edge of the futon to pull yourself away, but wind up just clenching your fist around it as he starts thrusting, pumping into you with a quick, almost mechanical rhythm. You moan as he grabs hold of your thigh and hip, holding you in place as he fucks you, your cunt rapidly slickening further, little spurts of arousal mixed with sweat forced out every time he thrusts in. You pant and gasp loudly, tongue jutting out a bit. You can feel your father's hands roaming slowly over your thighs, hips, and ass, as if looking for something without his eyes, even though his cock has already apparently found what it's looking for. He does wind up pulling your boxers completely down your legs, tossing them aside negligently.\n\nHe thrusts forward and gives the barest grunt, and you moan loudly as you feel a rush of wet warmth deep inside you. You shudder, your pussy squeezing tightly around your dad's shuddering prick, a long, low moan escaping you as you cum. You gasp softly as he pulls out, a little splurt of cum dribbling out and down over your pussylip and thigh, before you yelp as Genma flips you onto your back. He pushes back into you, hips starting to work again, your hands gripping either side of the futon as he pumps his prick into your pussy. Your tits bounce and jiggle under the damp black cotton of your tanktop, until your father shoves it up over your breasts and starts kneading them, working them with his big, calloused hands and flicking his thumbs over your stiff nipples.\n\nYou grit your teeth and lean your head back, trying to keep yourself muffled as your father rapes you through multiple orgasms, your previously virgin pussy quivering and spasming again and again as he fucks you for what feels like hours. His hands continue wandering over your body, working your tits enough to make you cum just from that a few times, stroking your belly, squeezing your hips and pulling them up towards his thrusts occasionally. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you suddenly realize how he wound up with a hottie like your mom. His heavy balls slap against your taint as he pumps deep into you on every thrust, until he finally thrusts in all the way again, dumping a second load deep inside you. He pulls out about halfway through, more spurts of thick creamy white spunk splattering all over your belly and even the undersides of your breasts. Then he proceeds to flop over onto his futon again and resume snoring.\n\nYou pant heavily, trying to catch your breath, your sweat-drenched, cum-spattered tits heaving with every breath, your legs spread and slightly gaping pussy oozing cum. Your head is spinning, mind still trying to catch up to what just happened... that your father just sleepfucked you and you loved it. Well, your body did, at least. You shiver as a tiny aftershock orgasm runs through you, making your pussy clench. God, you're not even a girl, but having your pussy pounded felt <i>so</i> good! You take a steadying breath, trying to make yourself think. Part of you... a large part... wants to just go right back to sleep, because geez, if you were tired before! A smaller part thinks it would be a good idea to get cleaned up first. And then there's a tiny part... a tiny but rather persuasive part... that wants <i>more</i>.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep.|FRanX10x4]]\n\n[[Clean up.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck.|FRanX12x1]]

Meh, you're more tired than anything, now. You'll bathe in the morning, the old man will probably still want to train like normal and get you all sweaty and stuff again anyway. Trotting up the stairs, you open the door to the guest room and wince as a wave of hot, musky air sweeps out. Speaking of your father, there he is... in his panda form.\n\nWhen Kasumi said she saved you a dose of hot water, she must have meant she saved it from Genma. His massive, furry black and white form is flopped on its side in the general vicinity of his futon, snoring loudly. Without any AC in the house whatsoever, he's acted like a space heater in the already hot room, and the air is practically wavering. It's going to be absolutely miserable in there with him.\n\nYou glance down at the thermos. You could always douse your old man instead of yourself... it'd still be hot and sweaty in the room, but less so. It'd mean spending the night as a girl, but less chance of waking up in a small swamp of your own sweating. You kind of hate sleeping as a girl, though... half the time you roll over and wake up squashing your boobs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Douse Genma.|FRanX10x3]]\n\n[[Douse yourself.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Fine, fine, we can try your selling chocolate idea," you allow after a few moments' thought. "But you're buying the chocolate and then we split the money!" you add, figuring that's the least he can do since your parents are much more likely to throw a fit than his.\n\n"That's fair," he acknowledges, apparently having the same thought. "You'll see, dude, it'll be great!"\n\nThe next day the two of you rise bright and early, packing the uniforms away in Kevin's messenger bag and setting off towards the newly "revitalized" shopping district where he says he saw the new candy shop. Eventually you arrive at "Tandy's Candy"... sort of cutesy name, but once inside you can't help but feel like, well, a kid in a candy store. All the tubes of brightly-colored candy, racks of shinily-wrapped specialties, displays of novelty and toy-style candies.\n\n"I think the 'grand opening sale' stuff is back there," Kevin muses, wandering away from you and towards the back of the store, leaving you alone for the moment. You look around, noticing the signs reading "Please don't 'sample' the candy! Ask one of us if you're curious!" posted about. You also notice that there looks like some sort of counter off to one side of the store... in-store made stuff? It sounds like someone is over there, maybe you could go see.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Be a rebel, sample some candy!|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go look at the counter.|QOKevScheme1x1]]\n\n[[Just wait for Kevin.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

"W-well... okay," you agree, drawing the blonde in closer to yourself as well. \n\n"HEY!" she shrieks as you bring her in close enough to get a good long stare at her tits, the bra having slipped down enough to show some rosy hints of nipple. "Get your hands off me, you weirdos!"\n\n"Oh man this is gonna be good," Kevin croons, stretching his arms out further so that he can still leave them wrapped around the ponytailed robber's middle as a restraint, but also use his hands to undo her bra and tear the shoulder straps so that it drops to the ground, baring her breasts. He also slides her panties down, baring the hairless pink slit nestled between her muscular thighs. "I'm gettin' all sorts of pervy ideas I can do with these powers!" he announces.\n\nIt's like that one sentence flips a switch in your brain. Pervy things... you've got actual superpowers, you've got a hot, powerless criminal in your clutches, there's no one around, you can finally do some wicked, naughty stuff. All sorts of things are racing through your mind, and some of it must show on your face since the blonde starts looking more nervous then angry.\n\n"H-hey, kid, w-what exactly are you thinking of doing?" she demands in a worried voice, glancing around as if hoping help might come.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're thinking of destroying her pussy.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[You're thinking of giving her a really deep assfucking.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[You think she looks delicious.|QOKevScheme]]

"W-well, I guess a stretchy-type hero, since they're not a brawler, they'd probably follow the bad guy back to their lair and-" you start stammering nervously.\n\n"Right, got it!" Kevin says, grabbing your hand and then stretching out his other, flinging it towards the fleeing car's back bumper.\n\n"No wait!" you blurt, but it's too late. Kevin's hand grabs the underside of the bumper, his arm stretching out further before he's yanked through the air after it. The sudden acceleration and hauling on you not only stretches your own arm briefly, but your whole body, your waist and legs compressing enough that you're yanked right out of your shoes, pants, and underwear, Kevin's lower garb similarly tumbling through the air where you were standing. The momentum sends the both of you careening under the car, where you reflexively grab onto any handholds you can find and hug up against the undercarriage, trying to get away from the fast-moving pavement rolling by below. Apparently this is much easier in your new state, because you wind up compressing practically flat against it... even as your shirt catches a few things and tears, leaving you completely naked (albeit a completely naked pink sheet on the undercarriage, with a near-identical one next to you). \n\nAt least nothing seems to hurt, even the heat of the undercarriage or its jagged bits, or any time you do catch a bit of something off the road... are you made of taffy or rubber now? Or something weirder altogether? You're seriously considering giving Kevin a few stern sentences when all this is over! But all you can do is cling to the car in your flattened state, until eventually the car pulls over and stops. There's the sound of slamming doors and grunts of effort, and then the sound of boots on gravel and then dirt heading into the distance.\n\nYou slowly relax, peeling yourself off the undercarriage of the car and tumbling out from under it. Kevin almost literally bounces to his feet, still looking thoroughly excited... and, you can't help but notice, sporting a half-chub. "Wow! That was so cool! C'mon, I think they went this way," he whispers, scurrying towards some nearby trees.\n\n"Kevin!" you hiss. "We are naked in-" You glance around at the rather deserted-seeming country road. "In the middle of nowhere and those are armed robbers!"\n\n"It's fine, c'mon!" he beckons, leaving you no other option but to groan and go scurrying after him.\n\nKevin eventually presses up a tree, then stretches his neck out to peek around it while still keeping his body fully behind it. Following his lead, you do the same with a nearby tree, looking towards the quiet sounds nearby... and letting your jaw drop several inches when you see. The masked robbers are no longer masked... and they're not wearing their tactical gear either. In fact all they're wearing is some lingerie, one tall statuesque one currently stepping out of her black pants, her long, wavy blonde hair swishing above the lacy red G-string she's wearing, the olive-skinned, black-haired one with a ponytail bent over, her slender, muscular butt sticking up in the air as she piles some of the gear together.\n\n"Holy crap," Kevin murmurs... then grins in a way you know means trouble. Almost before you can think, he's leapt out from behind the tree and flung his arms forward, stretching them out and wrapping them around the darker-skinned woman's middle, pinning her arms to her side. She yelps as she's drawn into the air, the blonde whirling with wide eyes, tits jiggling in her skimpy red bra. Acting more on the reflex of following Kevin's lead than anything else, you too spring out and send your arms hurtling forward, winding them around the blonde's middle and similarly incapacitating her, lifting her into the air as she kicks her (very nice) legs and shrieks in fury.\n\n"What the hell?! Naked freak kids?!"\n\n"Hey that's not nice," Kevin replies with a smirk. "We're just passing superheroes, is all!" Though you notice that the look on his face isn't exactly heroic... nor is the way his cock is now standing at full attention, wobbling a bit with every heartbeat and making an almost inaudible 'sproing' noise when it does. "Actually... man these girls are hot," he announces, drawing the darker-skinned girl he snagged in closer towards him. \n\n"Don't even think about it," she snarls, her green eyes flashing.\n\n"I kinda am thinkin' about it though," He answers, twisting her around and putting her knees on the ground, keeping her held up so that her tits hang down below her in the teal bra hugging them snugly. "Let's put these girls to good use, dude!"\n\n<hr>\n[[We can't!|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[Well. Okay.|QOKevScheme8x5]]

"Kevin!" you blurt.\n\n"Okay, okay, yeah, thoughts for later or something. But c'mon, Jamie, this is like... superpowers or something," Kevin says, reaching an arm out in front of him. He seems to be focusing on it... then gives a soft 'oooo' as his arm starts stretching out further and further without him even moving. Eventually he rests his palm on the wall, his arm stretched into a long tube in front of him... then wobbling and shaking as it quickly retracts, snapping back to its original shape. "Cool!"\n\n"H-how did you do that?!" you ask, eyes wide.\n\n"It's actually really easy, you just stretch your arm out in front of you like normal, and then keep stretching it, like you're trying to reach for something that's far away," Kevin answers, once again stretching his arm out, this time bending it back and forth a little as it moves.\n\nTentatively, you reach your arm out and try to do as Kevin said... and yelp a bit as your arm stretches out several inches, your startlement making it snap back and wobble. Still, after a few more times, it's less shocking... actually it sort of feels good in a weird way, your body moving and stretching out like that with a soft 'slllllp' noise sort of like rubber being pulled on.\n\n"This is some serious superhero stuff, for sure," Kevin asserts, then blinks at some crashing noises from outside. "Hey, what's that?" he asks, hurrying to unlock the door and rush out, leaving the candy bars and his bag behind. Groaning at his enthusiasm, you grab your shirt and hurry to pull it on as you follow... a feat made somewhat easier by your body bending and squishing slightly with your motions to let the shirt slip into place.\n\nOutside, you stumble to a stop beside Kevin. A car is careening down the street, several police cars giving furious chase. The driver and passenger are both wearing ski masks and black 'tactical' clothing, and there's a pile of bags in the back seat, one of them sending $100 bills fluttering into the air.\n\n"Holy crap, dude, an authentic bank robbery!" Kevin says, a bright gleam in his eyes. "We should totally do something with these powers!"\n\n"W-what?! Kevin, I don't think-!"\n\n"No, dude, c'mon, you're the bigger fan of superhero stuff, what should we do?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Grab the bags.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[Grab the crooks.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[Follow them.|QOKevScheme8x4]]\n\n[[Nothing.|QOKevScheme]]

Pushing yourself a little unsteadily to your feet, you move over to the full-length mirror standing in the otherwise rather stark little room, and stare at the reflection looking back at you. That... isn't you!\n\nThe person looking back at you appears to be a Japanese teenager. Her hair is deep black and quite long, coming down to the top of her thighs. Instead of brilliant blue eyes these are deep, dark brown ones with an obvious Asian set to them, staring back at you wide in shock. Where your face had gentle curves, this one is slender and tapered, where the futa body you'd had yesterday was generous and voluptuous with massive tits and a thick cock, this one is sleek and petite, with bordering-on-B-cup breasts and a sleek, tight-looking little pussy with a small thatch of soft, black hair above it, slender arms and coltish legs, and a tight, flat belly.\n\n"What...?!" Even your voice sounds higher, your hands reaching up to touch your face, feeling a mild sense of disconnect at watching the reflection do the same. "What have you done?!"\n\n"Rewritten your genetic code. It's quite amazing, really, when we've perfected the process it will absolutely revolutionize the field of medicine... once society is ready for such things, of course," Katsuko adds, flipping her hand about in a negligent gesture. "One century, two... whenever I think is best, really."\n\n"Right now, the process still requires the genetic code of an outside donor to base the new pattern off of," Ryoko picks up, settling her hands on her hips. "In this case, myself... before I underwent the procedure to make me a futanari like Mistress, of course. While you're actually rather close to a clone of me at age sixteen, there will be enough lingering pieces of your original genetics that any DNA test will instead peg you as my daughter."\n\n"Your daughter?!"\n\n"Indeed. You should congratulate your mother, little one. Principal Ryoko..." Katsuko considers for a moment, then smiles. "Akihara will take over Fakkushiri High School as of tomorrow."\n\n"<i>Principal</i>?!" you squeak in outrage. Maybe it's a little silly to be concerned about your job at a time like this, but you'd gotten attached to it in the day you had it! "But what about me?!"\n\n"If you refer to Helen Patissier," Katsuko answers with a light chuckle. "Why, it seems that a the more thorough background check that took longer to complete turned up some rather scandalous information that she'd managed to cover up all these years. Affairs with teachers in her own school days, affairs with students in her teaching days, embezzlement, identity theft... why, after all that was turned over to the authorities, she's most likely an internationally wanted fugitive from justice! No wonder she disappeared into the night." You stand dumbfounded as she sashays over to you and taps you on the nose. "Luckily for you, you have no connection to her. You are simply Kyoko Akihara, daughter of Ryoko Akihara, recently moved to town and now enrolled in Fakkushiri High. A Japanese high school girl with a sterling record, both academic and behavioral."\n\n"But... but I'm not..." you protest weakly, feeling light-headed.\n\n"By tomorrow morning there will be a long and thorough electronic and physical paper trail saying that you are." Katsuko chuckles again, then snaps her fingers, the maid stepping forward and holding out a stack of folded clothes to you. "Now get dressed and go home with your mother."\n\nNumbly, and more out of a desire to cover your nudity than obey, you reach out to take the clothing and get dressed, feeling three sets of eyes roaming your body all the while. You step into a pair of rather plain cotton panties, except they have a seam up the back to make them conform more closely to your pert little ass, and a matching plain white bra that nevertheless pushes up and separates your B-cups enough to make them stand out more. Then a white long-sleeved turtleneck t-shirt, and a black pleated skirt, and simple black socks and shoes. Ryoko steps forward and puts a hand on your back to guide you to the door, and for the moment you're too shocked to really protest.\n\nYou start coming to grips with your situation during the car ride that follows, sitting in the back with Ryoko while another maid drives. At least enough to look out the window and notice that this seems to be quite a nice neighborhood. The house the car pulls up to isn't exactly a mansion, but it's certainly larger than your own, not even counting the second story, and has a decently high wall surrounding it. You follow Ryoko inside as she gets out and heads inside, the interior richly and elegantly appointed, though there's definitely an overabundance of dark colors, with the warmer tones of the wood floors and walls just enough to keep it from being gloomy.\n\n"I called ahead and had the maids set up your room, it's at the top of the stairs and the first door on the left," Ryoko explains flippantly as she steps out of her shoes and starts to continue on into the house. "I'll be in my office, but you should turn in. I don't doubt you're exhausted, your body's been through quite a bit today."\n\nYou stay rooted in the entryway, staring at her back. "... And if I try to leave?" you finally muster the courage to ask.\n\nShe stops, then turns to face you, raising her eyebrows. "Then you may leave. You're not a prisoner here... you're my daughter. No one will try to stop you or lock you in a room. The front door unlocks from inside for anyone, just like any other front door. However, I will point out that you quite literally have nothing but the clothes on your back. You do not even have an identity... Helen Patissier exists only on paper now. Even if you could somehow prove you were her, she's a wanted woman for numerous crimes. And further, if you could somehow prove you were innocent... well, is anyone in this world save certain politicians and celebrities truly innocent once they've been accused?" She smiles, just a little cruelly, before spreading her hands slightly. "As to the new you, Kyoko Akihara does not yet quite exist even on paper... we are creating her as a service to you, a service that will cease if you indicate you do not want it by an action such as, say, leaving. If you walk out that door, you will be truly alone as few people in this world are... but you are perfectly free to make that choice." With that, she turns again and walks away, disappearing around a corner.\n\nYou stand there just absorbing all of that, lowering your gaze and raising your changed hands to stare at them.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|Kyoko1x1]]\n\n[[Leave.|Kyoko]]

"I think I'd like to try the taffy," you announce, proffering the menu back. You actually can't remember the last time you had any, so may as well mix it up.\n\n"Yeah, that sounds good," Kevin agrees.\n\n"Sure! Here you go," she says, bustling off to the side and returning a moment later with a pair of small rectangular-ish shapes resting on waxpaper. She hands one to Kevin and one to you... they're pale tan, actually not that far off your own skin tone, weirdly enough. But then you guess that's fairly normal for saltwater taffy. "Enjoy the stretchy goodness!"\n\nNodding and murmuring a 'thanks', you take your piece in both hands and stretch it out... and keep stretching it. Wow, it doesn't want to seem to break at all, and it's barely getting any thinner even as you stretch it! You mess with it for a few moments, stretching it and bringing it back together, then glance over at Kevin. He's actually tied his in a knot after stretching it out, and then twisted it into a braid before biting off a piece. You do a slightly less elaborate version of the twist before biting in as well... it's actually like it resists you a bit at first, your teeth almost bounce off, just the tiniest bit. It's not in an unpleasant way, just sort of adding a bit of firmness to the candy since a bit more pressure and your teeth go right through.\n\nYou chew on the taffy for a fair while, stretching and squishing what you haven't eaten repeatedly, until eventually it's gone. "Good stuff, thanks a lot!" Kevin says with one of his usual charming grins, while you murmur quieter thanks.\n\n"Well I'm glad you both liked it!" Tandy smiles brightly in return. "You know, I have a new variety of taffy too. It's a bit more like 'Laffy Taffy', not quite as stretchy, but you two might like it. It's sweeter... in fact, it's passionfruit flavored!"\n\n"I dunno, thanks anyway, but we've kinda got something we've gotta do," Kevin murmurs, glancing at you. He's probably itching to be off and try his chocolate-selling scheme, after all, especially since eating (and playing with) the taffy took longer than he probably wanted to be in the shop.\n\n<hr>\n[[Side with Tandy.|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[Side with Kevin.|QOKevScheme8x2]]

Putting yourself at the chef's mercies turns out to be the right choice, as you have a rather delicious sea bass with some sort of chutney. You retire for the evening and the next morning do your best to dress as professionally and conservatively as you can manage when none of your bras quite fit right anymore. Gloria shows you the way to Lab 104 where Project Odyssey is housed. You find Gregory waiting for you, and he quickly introduces you to the rest of the team that's been working on the project.\n\nYou soon learn that Odyssey actually involves at least some crossover between the biological and the mechanical, as most of the team agrees on the necessity of a sort of "sensor chip" to be implanted in the brain, helping to sense the necessary changes from the environment. You find yourself becoming more and more fascinated as the team recounts the various challenges to be overcome, such as where the necessary sustenance for the changes the body will undergo will come from. It doesn't take long before you're right in the thick of things, already starting to go over previous scenarios and experiments.\n\nOver the weeks, you realize that one of the major problems with the project is that it essentially has three separate parts... the gene alteration, the sensor chip, and the sustenance issue. But rather than treating them like separate issues that all have to be solved, the team keeps focusing on one only when it becomes a problem to the other two. What they really need is organization, so you decide to break them down into three cooperative groups. It does look like they'll wind up a little lopsided, though... one aspect of the project might wind up a bit more advanced than the others, likely whichever one you're working on personally.\n\n<hr>\n[[Work on Gene Alteration.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Work on Sensor Chip.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Work on Sustenance.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Bring in extra staff so everything gets proper attention.|IPLA1x5]]

That's right, you almost forgot... you're not someone's employee working in their lab on their budget, you're working in <i>your</i> lab on your own budget. You get together with Gregory and figure out how to shift around some scientists without utterly disrupting any of the other projects and hire one or two more, making sure that all of the aspects of Project Odyssey get the attention they deserve. Ah, that feels good. You were able to make a sensible, rational decision in the name of science rather than be beholden to someone that was purely a manager.\n\nAfter a year of intense work, Project Odyssey is ready for testing. The entire lab's staff is gathered in front of a series of chambers with one clear wall, each one designed to test a possible extreme environment that a space explorer might find themselves in; each tank has an airlock between them, and a top-down entrance for immediate access or exit in case of an emergency. Admittedly, part of the reason for the various environments and their order is for what you've hypothesized will make for dramatic changes... the project will need to impress important people if they're going to sanction and fund its use for space programs. \n\nThe first is a cold water tank (with a set of scuba gear at the bottom in case something goes wrong), simulating conditions similar to the deep ocean. The second is an artificial tundra, complete with cold winds and falling snow. The third is a zero gravity environment, arranged with a number of bars and handholds like a space station interior. The third's secondary function is also the most risky, but also the most significant one for ensuring that this program will work, protecting space explorers from the most likely problem in space travel... the air will drain out and the temperature will drop to simulate cold vacuum.\n\n"Are you sure you're up for this, Gregory?" you ask your young assistant as he stands near a door in the viewing area, currently wearing nothing but a pair of bike shorts. "Several of us already have sensor chips implanted, or we could get another volunteer entirely."\n\n"All the preliminary tests have shown that it works," Gregory answers, rumpling his own hair further. His glasses are with the rest of his clothing, but you notice he seems to have no trouble seeing now. "Someone will have to be the first, and since I've always believed in this project from the start, it might as well be me."\n\n"But what if you get stuck in some other form?" Gloria asks worriedly, nibbling her lower lip.\n\n"That shouldn't happen, the chips have been programmed to understand that the normal human form is what they should use in 'Earth normal' conditions. Other than some 'minor improvements' they make automatically," he adds, grinning and tapping next to his eye. "Though of course Irene insists on wearing her old frames."\n\n"You already made me look a decade or more younger, that's enough changes to my general look for awhile," you reply dryly. Then you give him a nod. "Good luck then, Gregory."\n\nHe nods back, then takes a deep breath and shoves the shorts down to step out of them. Though he blushes as he turns and heads through the door for the entrance area of the first chamber, you personally muse that he doesn't really have anything to be ashamed of.\n\nSoon you can see him standing in the airlock of the first chamber, water rushing in and surrounding him before the door opens to allow him to swim out into the tank proper. It only takes a few moments before his body begins to change visibly on the outside. His skin darkens to a sleek shade of grey, slightly lighter on his chest and stomach and the front of his crotch, the texture obviously changing to something slick... in other words, resembling a dolphin. Slits open up on the back and sides of his neck, visibly working as they start pumping water through the new gills. His eyes darken and turn black as he treads water, looking out at all of you. Then the more obvious changes begin, and he raises his hands to watch as webbing grows between them, his toes lenghening and spreading as they grow their own webbing, his legs shifting their shape somewhat and becoming thicker, more powerfully-muscled. Of course, more than a few eyes in the viewing area are focusing on his crotch instead, as his shaft and balls are drawn up inside his body, pulled within a slit on the front of his crotch that presses tightly enough together that you might not be able to see it if you hadn't watched it form.\n\nGregory begins swimming around the tank, using quick flicks of his legs to propel himself and performing easy turns with sweeps of his hands, obviously quickly adapting to his body's changes. There's a smattering of applause, though much of the audience is starting in awestruck silence... and, you think, a few admiring gazes. You have to admit, Gregory's dolpin-esque form isn't exactly hard on the eyes...\n\n<hr>\n[[Dive into the tank with him.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't interrupt the experiment.|IPLA1x6]]

You waffle for a bit, but finally break down when you see a note on the application page that says employees are eligible for discounted rent in an apartment building that's literally next door. The combination of the potential for long-term employment and affordable rent is too much, and you quickly email in your resume. (Actually is that even legal? You remember learning in history classes about the horrors of company housing and how it was used to enslave workers. ... Well, presumably this doesn't count if it's just a discount on rent and they can't kick you out if you quit or get fired.)\n\nYou're a bit surprised when you get a return email almost right away, setting a time for you to come in for an interview tomorrow. Which gives you roughly twenty-four hours to dig through your stuff and find the one suit you actually have, get it cleaned, get yourself cleaned, and actually maybe get some sleep and some food so that you're not completely out of it during the interview. You chew your lip as you realize this interview might actually cost you most, if not all, of what little money you have left. You look over the company's web page again, including the bit about the benefits of the associated apartments.\n\n'Many apartments are move-in ready, and your acceptance of employment at TrainInc. is heavily weighed towards your application for residence!'\n\nThat's the last straw, and you set out to find a dry cleaner.\n\nThe next day you stand in front of one of a pair of nearly identical, rather unremarkable buildings, the only difference really being that some of the higher-up areas of one have balconies, and the windows of the other (the actual office building) are generally larger. You try not to feel self-conscious about your suit... it's a basic black thing that you've paired with a white blouse and dark pantyhose, as well as black low heels. The problem is that the last time you wore it was to your <i>college</i> interview. While the 'diet' you've been on lately assures that the skirt's waistband fits perfectly, it's still rather more snug than it was around your hips and rear, and a bit shorter than it likely should be. Similarly the jacket is closer to framing and lifting your tits than it necessarily should be, especially since your bras were "lost" during your transition from apartment to car. (You were sort of a slow bloomer, apparently.) You're worried that you look like you're leaning on sex appeal, but there's nothing for it other than to do your best to act normal.\n\nLuckily when you meet the person who's to give your interview, she's dressed virtually identically. She even has a similarly large chest, though from the shape and faint indentations in her (much more expensive) blouse you don't doubt that <i>she</i> has a bra on. Must be nice to be able to afford the larger sizes without issue. She's a brunette with slim, black-rimmed glasses and a rather no-nonsense ponytail, and leads the way into Interview Room One. It's a fairly pleasant little room with a couch, some chairs, and a whiteboard, with a short table with several chairs and a single chair out facing it dominating the center of the room. You also notice that there's one of those black plastic domes that doesn't quite hide the camera inside it.\n\nThe interviewer, Mrs. Lane, gestures for you to take a seat, and takes one herself in the central of the three chairs on the side of the table. She meticulously sets down and opens up a file, looking through several papers before continuing. "I've looked over your resume and already checked some of your references, and we've done the requisite background check which came back fine." She again shifts a few papers, moving them so carefully that they line up perfectly when she stacks them without apparent effort, though it does make her movements slower than they might otherwise be. "So, let's just go through a few questions, shall we?"\n\nThe interview proceeds like most of the ones you've had before, a combination between slightly formal 'getting to know you' chat, questions about your qualifications, and a little light interrogation to find out if you've lied or are lying. You think you handle it pretty well, though Mrs. Lane seems rather hard to read, her hazel eyes moving smoothly between you and whatever paper she's currently reading or filling out without much of a flicker.\n\nIt looks like you've done a decent job, though, since she finally says, "Alright, Ms. Teele, I think we can make a decision now, after one last question. What, in your opinion, should someone's approach be to their job?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick-to-itiveness and a go-getter attitude! Yay <strike>team</strike> company!|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Precision and attention to detail.|CelOffice1x1]]\n\n[[Obedience and loyalty.|CelOffice2x1]]

You focus on the falling snow and the piles of it, and the way it drifts on the artifically generated and chilled wind. Giving an actual shiver and feeling your passions cool considerably, you turn your attention back to Gregory as he walks around, using his enlarged hands to brush aside snow experimentally, stomping on drifts of it to see if he slips.\n\nBut once more he checks the time, and makes his way to the next airlock, this time having to duck a bit to get inside. As he pulls the door closed after him, the changes from being in the cold and wind and open area already begin to recede, his height decreasing and the fur starting to fall out, causing some murmurs about how they hadn't accounted for by-products like that. But soon Gregory looks like his old self again... although maybe it's just you, but you think maybe he really is just a little taller (and a little better-endowed) than he was before.\n\nHe does his best to sweep the fur off to the side with his feet, then opens the door to the third chamber and steps through... though of course the first step actually sends him floating up and into the air as the zero gravity environment takes hold. The changes this time aren't so immediately dramatic... rather than gaining muscle and thickness, his limbs take on a slender tone, almost more bandy than powerful. His pinky fingers shift out and downward, becoming a second thumb angled in the same direction as the first, making his hands look like a strange cross between a human's and a chameleon's. His feet change more dramatically, toes merging into two long digits and elongating, the whole front half of his foot growing a bit longer and taking on a curvature that would allow them to wrap around something. Apparently wanting things to be "out of the way" similar to the way they were in the underwater environment, his cock and balls once again pull up into a tightly-closed slit along the front of his crotch. The most dramatic change is that as he drifts past one of the bars set up inside the chamber, a long tail grows from the base of his spine, the end splitting into three parts that grab the bar and "anchor" him, allowing him to float in place and stabilize his drift.\n\n"That's what we look like adapted for zero gravity?" Gloria murmurs in awe, watching as Gregory takes hold of another bar and pulls the tail around, flexing its "fingers" to display that it's completely prehensile.\n\n"As hoped, the sensor chip also accepts a certain amount of largely unconscious input from the brain to determine what it needs to excel in an environment, as well as the purely necessary alterations," one of the other Project Odyssey scientists says proudly. "Since Gregory instinctively understood from what his body was doing that he'd need to be able to hold onto grips in various ways, it altered all his limbs to be able to do so and even gave him an extra one."\n\n"Probably also why he looked so much like a yeti in the second chamber," a Project Morpheus scientist adds. "His subconscious mind associates that appearance with things that are supposed to live in that sort of environment, and since it overlapped pretty well with the things he actually needed..."\n\nWhich is all quite fascinating, but the youthful hormones raging anew through your body are yet again urging you to take a hands-on approach to the sight of Gregory transforming into something alien and amazing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Float into the chamber with him.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[No zero gravity antics today. Not in front of everyone.|IPLA1x8]]

You politely explain to the Thunderstrike contact that due to your father's recent passing, you feel obligated to take over his lab and continue his research. The woman on the other end of the line agrees that family is quite important, and wishes you well. That was certainly painless!\n\nYou actually take two flights to reach the lab. A passenger flight to a local airfield, and then a small private twin-engine jet piloted by one of your late father's employees to a private airstrip located on what is now your property.\n\nWhen you disembark, your father's assistant is waiting for you, a younger man named Gregory. Of average height, his rumpled light brown hair and classic features make him quite attractive, the only thing keeping him from being a bit of a heartthrob being the outdated, owlish glasses he's wearing. (But then, you suppose you're not one to talk.) He greets you in friendly fashion, apparently honestly thrilled to see you, and the two of you get in the back of an SUV driven by a man who looks a lot like the pilot.\n\n"I'm very pleased that you'll be taking over your father's position," Gregory says as the driver winds his way up the gently curving road towards the large, resort-style building set amongst the trees. "I wouldn't say we've been exactly 'lost' without him, but you taking over will give everyone a sense of continuity, I think."\n\n"I'm not sure I can deliver on that, Gregory," you admit. "My father never shared much of what he was doing here at the lab with me. I don't even know what projects are currently ongoing."\n\n"I've prepared a brief for you in your new office, so don't worry about that. But here, just as an example of the sort of work we've been doing..." Gregory reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small blister pack with a pair of pills in it, proffering them to you along with a bottle of water from the SUV's cupholder.\n\n"Excuse me? What are these?"\n\n"Your father called them 'health supplements', and took them regularly. They were one of the first things he developed here."\n\n"I see. And do they have any side effects? Considering my father died, telling me he was taking these for his health isn't terribly reassuring."\n\n"There are a few minor side effects, though nothing notable health-wise... mostly some mild and temporary reactions, things like that. The only way they could be said to have contributed to your father's death was that they kept him in excellent enough health to go skiing, which is where he had his accident."\n\n"Skiing? I was born when my father was almost my own age, he couldn't have been skiing, he fell down the... ah. I see." Frowning a bit, you eye the pills. Eventually, however, you decide to take it a bit on faith and pop them both out of the packaging, swallowing them with a gulp of water.\n\nThe changes are almost immediate, and you gasp as a rush of heat passes through your entire body. You can actually feel your breasts lifting and firming slightly, other parts of your body doing the same. What age had begun to show in your hands quickly disappears, leaving them smooth and clear again. You quickly pull out your small makeup mirror and do your best to check your face... you'd guess you look at least fifteen years younger! Then you blink at something and pull a loose lock of your hair around... it's white. As in pure, snowy white, even though it's as soft and healthy as it was when you were twenty.\n\n"Ah, yes, I'm afraid I forgot to mention that one of the side effects <i>can</i> be change in hair pigmentation," Gregory says sheepishly. "It usually goes one way or the other, white or a darker version of the original color. I apologize."\n\n"It's... fine," you murmur in distraction, still staring in the mirror. Many of the aches and pains that had begun to set in over the years are gone as well, and you feel more energetic than you can remember. In fact, your body is practically thrumming with... desire. Your cheeks flush as you realize that the feeling from down below isn't just the feel of your butt firming and tightening up... you're extremely horny. 'Teenager in spring' horny. You find your eyes wandering to Gregory, and that 'teacher, are you pleased?' smile on his face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Jump Gregory's bones.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[Restrain yourself.|IPLA1x2]]

'Mild and temporary reactions', he said. You suppose intense arousal would fall under that heading. You decide not to blame Gregory too much, after all that sort of thing can be a difficult subject to broach. You distract yourself from the feelings of arousal by wondering exactly how that sort of thing could be phrased on a commercial intended to be played during primetime. You suppose it also explains how your father managed to be so active in your life despite having you relatively late in his own life... you'd somehow assumed that after you fell out of the habit of contact, he'd wound up turning into the little old man that other scientists of his age you knew were.\n\nThese thoughts are enough to keep you distracted, and by the time the SUV pulls up in front of the front doors, the intense arousal you felt has (mostly) passed. You get out of the car, noticing that your clothes feel a bit odd... your proportions haven't changed <i>that</i> much, but you think it likely that your bra in particular will need to be replaced. Gregory leads you through the halls of the residential area of the building, indicating where other staffmembers live, the kitchen and dining room, and so on. Your own suite of rooms, formerly your father's, is isolated by a nice long hallway and a set of sturdy doors. The entrance area is obviously set up as a study and office, done mostly in dark woods and red leather, with a lockable door leading further on to the private areas.\n\n"The briefing files are on the computer, I'll leave you to familiarize yourself with them. If you have any questions or need anything, you can use the house intercom to page me or Gloria. While I was your father's lab assistant, Gloria was his personal assistant, and we'd both be happy to continue on in those roles for you."\n\nYou thank him, and quickly close and lock the door once he's left. Hurrying into the bedroom and closing and locking the door there as well, you quickly strip down and stand in front of the mirror. No doubt about it... while the pills didn't get rid of the small amount of "padding" around the hips and rear you've acquired over the years, everything seems as firm and high as it was when you were twenty. Your breasts look like they might be even bigger than they were back then, high and firm like the caps of torpedos jutting from your chest.\n\nShaking your head in amazement, you redress, replacing the bra and button-up shirt with a sweater. You'll have to go shopping soon. Settling into place at your late father's desk, you press your thumb against the small reader plate set next to the screen, pleased when it immediately unlocks and brings up the files Gregory mentioned about the projects the lab is currently working on. It looks like most of them have been assigned dramatic codenames... people like those, you've learned, it helps emphasize (or create) a feeling of importance for what they're doing. Most of them seem quite complex, even just from the short briefs compiled here. You'll probably have to pick a particular one to turn your whole attention to for at least a few weeks, until you're familiarized with it.\n\nProject "[[Ascension|IPLAplaceholder]]": Apparently this project deals with giving animals gene therapy to imbue them with more human qualities, such as increased intelligence and comprehension. A number of applications are listed for how it makes them easier to train and less prone to acting purely on instinct... training service dogs in a fraction of the time, making search and rescue animals less prone to the whims of their handler, allowing military service animals to perform more complicated tasks.\n\nProject "[[Steve Rogers|IPLAplaceholder]]": Despite the name, the project itself doesn't seem to have been intended for the military... or, at least, purely the military. It does seem to be gene therapy with the purpose of making humans better... healthier, stronger, faster... but also altering them. Applications include cancer treatment, physical therapy, even gender reassignment. Probably built on the foundation of the pills you took earlier.\n\nProject "[[Odyssey|IPLA1x3]]": This project seems focused on helping humans prepare for space travel, via something called "adaptive gene modification". It's apparently meant to make human bodies stand up to the rigors of space exploration better... the pressures of reentry, the effects of zero gravity, living on different mixes of oxygen. There's mention that it might even allow humans to automatically adapt to the conditions on whatever planet they landed on, or even hard vacuum, making space suits obsolete!\n\nProject "[[Phoenix|IPLAplaceholder]]": Not even the first Project Phoenix you've worked on... it's one of the more popular project codenames. Though this one seems more apt than most, as it's apparently dedicated to reviving creatures that have been extinct for thousands or millions of years. There is some mention of dinosaurs, as you might expect, but you're surprised that it also notes several species of myth and legend, as well as "cryptids".\n\nProject "[[Morpheus|IPLAplaceholder]]": While many of the projects listed reflect the shared tendency of your father and yourself to favor the biological sciences, this one seems more technical and mental. Specifically it relates to directly adding information to someone's brain, allowing them to learn complex skills in moments. There's mention that it could also be used to remove information... extreme trauma, for example. You can see a number of potential ethical pitfalls there, but it's hard to ignore just how much good the project could do as well.\n\nYou sit back, rubbing your chin. All of these projects have potential and deserve your attention. Of course, you could always [[start your own project|IPLAplaceholder]], likely utilizing bits and pieces of all the other projects, crafting something entirely your own as well. Still mulling it over a bit, you hit the intercom and ask Gloria to come in. You're not terribly surprised when a pretty young redhead with a large chest, dressed in a tight turtleneck, short skirt, and tights walks in... your father wasn't quite a dirty old man, but he did have an appreciative eye.\n\n"It's nice to meet you, ma'am," Gloria says, giving a small, polite bow as she comes to stand in front of your desk. "May I assume that you've chosen which project you'll be turning your attention to?"

"Yes, I think I'd like to take a look at Project Odyssey," you answer.\n\n"Certainly. I'm not a scientist myself, but I know everyone's really excited about that one! I'll contact Gregory and let him know you're interested. Should I tell him you'll be by first thing in the morning?"\n\n"That seems fine, it is getting a little late to be disrupting everyone's day."\n\n"Then would you like me to take your dinner order, ma'am? We have a very well-stocked kitchen, and while Chef Ramvine does put out a menu each day, he'll also be glad to make you almost anything you like."\n\n<hr>\n[[Just whatever the chef recommends.|IPLA1x4]]\n\n[[Hm, Gloria looks sort of delicious, "eat" her.|IPLAplaceholder]]

"Let's set up on this one," you suggest, pointing at the stone with a carved image that looks similar to a two-legged predatory dinosaur. "Heh, makes you wonder if dinosaurs were still around by that time, huh?"\n\n"It's generally fairly agreed that they weren't, but I suppose anything's possible," Aunt Kelly answers indulgently as she begins setting up the tent. "Come along, there's work to be done."\n\nYou and Aunt Kelly spend several hours getting the whole campsite set up, and you have to admit that the Deviloka stone does fit the large two-person tent just about perfectly. By the time camp is set and a fire is started, it's well into the night, and the two of you wind up simply making a quick bag-boiled dinner and tucking into your sleeping bags.\n\nSome time later, you awaken and groggily stagger out of the tent in search of a tree to go behind. You blink blearily when you realize the campsite is a bit brighter than it should be, and look up curiously. Clinging sleep quickly flees as you goggle at the sight of a sleek brownish craft hovering above the campsite. Aliens!\n\nAlmost before the concept has actually registered in your brain, you feel a strange tingling sensation over your entire body. You yelp as you feel a strange rushing sensation, somehow getting the faint impression of your clothes crumpling to the ground, empty, as you're abruptly teleported out of them. You have a sense of being flung at and through part of the ship above before you come to a stop, naked, in a plain, empty white room about ten by ten feet white. Aunt Kelly sits up from the floor, blinking around in surprise, just as naked as you are. You also spot a tall, toned black woman about Aunt Kelly's age, one arm across her full breasts, the other hand over her crotch.\n\n"I'd ask if you know what's going on, but considering you're both just as buckass naked as me and with those looks on your faces, I'm guessing you don't have a damn clue." The other woman sighs, lowering her arms as if realizing there's no real point and then running one hand over her hair, which is straightened and pulled back into a ponytail. "I'm a ranger with the park services, my name's Gail. I was out doing a ride through the park to make sure no one was doing any night fishing in restricted areas when bam, some damn flying saucer thing flies over and transporters me right outta my clothes."\n\nAunt Kelly scrambles to her feet, looking around, but the room is completely featureless. It could start to drive you crazy pretty quickly, between the complete lack of contrast and not knowing what's happening. Luckily (at least you think), it's only a minute or two before one wall clears, literally becoming transparent as if it were now made of glass.\n\nStanding on the other side is an attractive, nude Asian girl. The only things she's got on are some sort of metal collar around her neck and a rectangular strip of what looks like paper covering her crotch, a glowing symbol on the front of it. From her slight build and height, you'd guess the pair of H-cup breasts have to be fake, though they certainly move realistically when she moves her arms to lift up the electronic tablet she's holding.\n\n"Greetings, new lab animals," she says in a monotone, though all three of you jerk back in surprise a bit at the phrasing. "My glorious masters have asked me to make you select the experiment you will be taking part in. You are to choose your options from a list of words. You are not to be given any other information. No questions will be answered. You must choose."\n\nOf course, all three of you immediately begin bombarding her with questions, demands, and in some cases just outright abuse as she simply stands there with a blank expression on her face, not reacting at all. Finally all three of you have essentially worn yourselves out and fall quiet, causing the tablet screen to light up with options.\n\n<hr>\n"[[Swell.|Raptarrancuminflation]]"\n\n"[[Grow.|CRMacroStart]]"\n\n"[[Sweep.|Raptarranmindcontrol]]"\n\n"[[Legacy.|Raptarranegglayer]]"\n\n[[Refuse to cooperate.|Raptarrandinner]]

And so that's how you spend the next few days traveling to Miabal. (You have to come up with a rather quick explanation for the visible marks on your neck, and you finally have to say that Thurkar's steed bit you for no reason in the night. You make your slander up to him that night.) During the day you chat and talk with the party, at night you let their property fuck your ass and try to knock up your pussy. Once or twice you hunt for dinner, and can't help but wonder as Bane and Thurkar clean and dress the big buck how it would have felt to have him penetrate you with his cock instead of you penetrating him with an arrow.\n\nEventually, though, the lot of you arrive in Miabal, and it's indeed quite the sight. It has a massively tall circular wall around it, and the inner area is shaped sort of like a bowl as a result of people having to build upward the more the people who live or work close to the wall run out of room. It's loud, and crouded, and rather smelly, but you can't help but admire the explosion of colors and mingling of different people. It's everything an adventuring town should be! Unfortunately, the fact that it's a press of people means you're going to have an almost impossible time getting together with your equine mates. That means that for however long you're in Miabal, you're going to be celibate.\n\nJust the thought is enough to almost make you whimper. A whole night... possibly <i>multiple</i> nights... without horsecock? But every stable house you pass seems to keep the horses in full view of the public, probably to deter potential thieves in what's likely a den of them. If you fucked a horse here, you'd likely have an audience, even in the middle of the night.\n\nYou're dragged out of your thoughts by Bane calling your name, and you do your best to refocus your attention on him. "Yeah, what's up?"\n\n"We all have various things to attend to, my dear, in readiness for the upcoming quest. A big girl like you shouldn't be in any danger here, so why don't you take this as a loan until we have some actual treasure come in," he adds, handing you a small pouch. "Get yourself provisioned with what you think you might need for a fight against unnatural creatures, and Shae will come and find you sometime before dark."\n\n"Oh, hey, thanks Bane," you reply with a grin, getting a smile and a wave in return before he ambles off and disappears into the crowd. You manage to side-step out of the main walkway and find a semi-obscured place to open the pouch and check. There's not a huge amount of gold here, but a decent bit... definitely 'starting adventurer needing to gear up' amount. But then they do want you to be an asset to the party, and you'll need gear to do that...\n\n... or you could buy a horse. Maybe even a couple, with this. A big, strong, trained horse. Or a couple. And be out of here and out into the privacy of the wilds long before the sun starts to set...\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy gear.|GGCentaur5x3]]\n\n[[Buy cocks.|GGCentaur]]

You take a deep breath, feeling your stiff nipples rub the inside of your bra. (Yes, you managed to go shopping at some point in the last year.) No, the experiment is approaching the most important... and most dangerous... part, you can't disrupt it just because you've developed some sort of strange transformation fetish. Shifting a bit in place, you do wonder if you're going to be able to resist jumping your assistant's bones the moment the experiment is over. But after regaining your focus, you instead walk forward, hitting the intercom button. "Gregory? Are you ready for the vacuum simulation?" \n\nHe gives you a thumbs-up... just a regular one, despite having more thumbs now... and grabs a bar with his tail, letting himself drift in place otherwise. You turn to a nearby keypad and begin typing in the various password locks necessary, while explaining aloud to the rest, "The chamber will now simulate conditions similar to a hull breach and power loss, meaning it will get cold and airless. Don't expect quite as dramatic an air evacuation as they show in the movies, that's exaggerated for effect."\n\nThough the changes inside the chamber aren't particularly visible, the changes to Gregory are. He at first begins to look uncomfortable, starting to gasp and shiver, before he blinks. His skin takes on a shine, as if he'd begun sweating... then moreso. But it becomes clear that what's coming out of his pores isn't sweat, but something metallic silver. It covers his altered body, coating him in a uniform of shining, smooth chrome silver. The silver covers over his mouth, nose, and ears, while thick black lenses form over his eyes. His hair is covered over by a cap of the silver substance, just slightly elongating his head and leaving him looking vaguely like a chrome sculpture of a typical alien "grey". He raises a hand to rub over his covered face, tapping at it curiously. When one scientist holds up a quickly-written sign saying 'Can you breathe?' he gives a few quick nods of agreement.\n\n"Checking the data from his chip," one of the Project Odyssey scientists says, typing rapidly at one of the stations. He stares at the information on the screen, then turns towards you. "It looks like his body has reacted by forming a dense growth of hyper-efficient, well, <i>plants</i> in his throat. I'm not sure what the covering on his skin is, probably some sort of alloy made up of the same sort of trace metals we have in our bodies, the sustenance implant apparently allowed him to produce enough of them to make a sort of... space skinsuit. It's protecting his skin from the vacuum and keeping him from losing too much body heat."\n\n"Are you saying he's become completely self-sustaining?" one of the others asks, almost as many people staring at him as into the chamber.\n\n"No, not completely. His metabolism has lowered and it looks like the ecosystem that's formed inside his body has limits. But he could stay like that for... days, maybe. If he ate heavily and drank a great deal of water before going into vacuum, that could probably be extended into weeks."\n\n"He's beautiful," Gloria murmurs, staring in at Gregory's silver-skinned form as he experimentally leaps between a few of the bars again.\n\nYou have to agree. He's just as strange and gorgeous as ever, but now clad in shining silver and a triumph of science and evolution. You're not sure if you want to worship him or fuck his brains out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Airlock yourself and start with fucking his brains out.|IPLAplaceholder]]\n\n[[No, science demands respect and love, not worship and penetration.|IPLA1x9]]

"Let's head to the store, maybe someone there can explain this, if we get them to believe it," you say with a huff.\n\n"That seems to make sense. Let's head back over to my place and I'll drive."\n\nYou squirm a little on the drive over, feeling nervous about prancing around outside of the house practically naked... and at the feel of the leather seats on your bare back and half-bare ass. You try to focus on the shop ahead as you and Cody make your way to the door, which jingles like before as you open it. At first you don't spot anyone, before the girl from before makes her way out from the back, albeit now dressed much more casually. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, her green bangs adorned with a number of decorations, a somewhat 'punk' black shirt featuring straps and an open zipper, an orange jacket, and jeans. She looks a little surprised to see you, tilting her head a little... she's still wearing the cat ears and tail, though again you've started to wonder about that.\n\n<img src="images/AtalantaCasual.jpg">\n\n"Oh, hello Master. I was just about to turn over the shop to someone else and go out for the night. But of course I'll remain long enough to help a returning customer I already attended to just yesterday."\n\n"Huh? Wait, Atalanta, you... recognize me?" you ask, stunned, pointing at your own face.\n\n"Yes, certainly. One of the skills the Owner has imbued me with allows me to recognize any customer no matter if they're affected by the magecraft of our costumes, it's a basic customer service skill we're very proud of here."\n\n"Magecraft? Wait, wait," Cody says, holding up his hands. "Are you saying you're... you're actually the Heroic Spirit Atalanta? That your Master uses magecraft to make these costumes, like in Fate?"\n\n"I am more specifically a human who has had their existence overwritten with a constructed copy of Atalanta's Saint Graph and thus inherited some of their features, including physical appearance," the catgirl replies evenly with a flick of the tail, while you stare uncomprehendingly and Cody's jaw drops. "Thus I am effectively Atalanta despite being a separate existence from that mythical individual as well."\n\n"... What?"\n\n"Er... she's saying someone used magic to make her into a catgirl that's based on a hero from Greek mythology, but she's not actually that catgirl based on a hero from greek mythology," Cody explains with a glance at you. "Which is, I guess, how all these costumes work?"\n\n"Correct, most of them are Mystic Codes containing pseudo-Saint Graphs."\n\n"Are you saying if Buddy removes the costume, he'll turn back into himself?"\n\nYou'd swear Atalanta gets the barest flicker of a frown on her face, tail giving a quick lash. "I really do wish more people would read the instruction sheets before donning the costumes, even the Owner wouldn't sell these without at least that much warning." Swearing you could hear a very faint 'I HEARD THAT!' shouted from somewhere in the back, you nevertheless keep your attention on Atalanta as she moves to retrieve something from under the counter, before walking back over and holding out a glossy slip of paper that... you admit you may have seen before in the box and not paid much attention to.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n"So, in the morning. As long as I don't put anything on over it or instead of it, lose the costume, or, uh..." You stare at the slip, cheeks coloring as you look up at Atalanta. "... What counts as 'overindulging'?"\n\n"How many times did you think you might orgasm tonight when you put the costume on?" she asks without missing a beat or changing expression.\n\nYou cough a bit, exchanging a glance with Cody before rubbing the back of your head. "I mean, I don't know, it was gonna be a sort of wild party, I know some of these girls, like maybe... three or four?" you say a bit sheepishly, Cody sighing quietly. You do tend to have better success with women than he does after all.\n\n"Then I'd say somewhere between six and eight times, as a rough estimate. Ten would most likely be a point of no return in any event." Atalanta glances at a clock on the wall and gives a very small huff, one ear flicking. "Nevertheless, you will be like that until at least sunrise, but in the interests of insuring customer satisfaction, I will certainly offer what help I can. Now, perhaps you would like to simply continue on to your own prior plans?" She looks over at Cody, eyeing him up and down. "Perhaps your friend would prefer a complimentary costume to yours, however?"\n\n"Er, you mean-"\n\n"Yes, of course. The Owner would no doubt approve a substantial discount in the name of creating a matched pair of authentic costumes as well as customer satisfaction." She pauses, tail flicking back and forth, before adding, "Or perhaps you would like to join myself and my sister at the party we will be attending? It will be made up primarily of the Owner's best and most regular customers, and the Owner has graciously provided a venue where the normal rules are suspended for the duration."\n\n"Wait, you mean-"\n\n"Yes, you may act as you like within, and will turn back when you leave, provided it is after sunrise, even should your costume go missing... after all it will be in a place the Owner has control over, and will likely make its way back to her, you can come reclaim it from the store later in that event. You will also be able to enjoy yourself to the fullest without worry. Typically someone must be a repeat customer for several years before being invited, but that is more of a guideline than a rule and my sister and I are each allowed a 'plus one'. I am willing to make you mine and my sister can bring the other Master along."\n\nA little flummoxed, you glance at Cody, who stares back at you before finally shrugging. "I don't know, it <i>seems</i> okay. Weird and fantastic, but okay. I'll follow your lead... and I have to admit, dude, I'm kind of excited about trying out one of these Mystic Code costumes. I'll even let you pick mine out so that you're comfy with how we match, if that's what you want."\n\nWell. Put like that, you guess he has a point. You've come this far and found out that this is... okay, not even close to normal, but apparently pretty safe within normal parameters. So going home and huddling in your bedroom seems like it would be a lame waste at this point. So... may as well pick out a costume for Cody and go to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-your friends' party.|BuddyOct19x2]]\n\n[[-Atalanta's party.|BuddyOct20x1]]

"Let's just grab a costume then and go to the party we were going to," you decide. "We won't impinge on you any more than we have to, Atalanta, thanks for explaining everything."\n\n"Thoughtful customers are an employee's cool drink of water, Master. In that case I will note that the Owner has just today finished restocking several costumes that have a relation to the one you're wearing, please follow me." You follow her back to the counter, where she quickly sets out a trio of boxes with pictures of their apparent characters. "Simply pick one out, and I'll open an account for you that you can pay later, to speed up checkout."\n\nYou look over the boxes, doing your best to think quick. Now let's see, a good match would be-\n\n<hr>\n[["Side-Character Brother."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["Ruler of the Nightclub."|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["Bouncy Kunoichi (P2)."|BuddyOct]]

"You know what, old man?" you declare, reaching down to give your own balls a few light pats, jostling their heavy load of cum. "I think you deserve another chance to not be such a shit. Plus you are a Tanuki now after all, gotta look to the health of an endangered species!"\n\nYou look up at the still cum-bloated and largely insensate Akane, considering. You snap your fingers, and her overfilled form is abruptly surrounded by a puff of smoke and mist, which near-instantly clears to show Akane, no longer with a huge cum-belly, instead with tits slightly larger than your own, as well as a knockout body, raccoon ears and tail... and still in midair where her belly had previously been holding her. She yelps a bit and flails as she abruptly drops, but manages to catch herself on hands and knees easily enough... well, hands, knees, and tits, since they rest lightly against the ground like that. Clearly still trying to process her sudden shift from cumballoon to big-titted Tanuki bitch, she looks back and forth, then erks as you settle to your knees behind her, your cock resting in the cleft of her ass, and your tits brushing against her lower back. "Ranma?! What are you doing?!"\n\n"I'm going to knock you up, of course," you answer simply. "Spread your legs for me and raise your ass a little."\n\n"Hey, that's awfully presumptuous, you know?!" Akane protests, even as her knees slide further apart and she lifts her newly curvaceous ass, bringing her pussy to just the right height.\n\n"Don't worry, it's for a good cause," you explain happily, shifting to press your cock into position. You both moan happily at the reinforced tingle of Tanuki cock sliding into Tanuki pussy, your shaft slipping inside her near-effortlessly despite how wonderfully tight she feels and the way her belly bulges up with the outline of it. Your tits press fully against her back even as you barely lean forward, both her oversized boobs and yours starting to jiggle merrily as you grip her waist and start thrusting. "You'll be a good mom! I'm sure you won't let the new version of Happosai get away with anything!"\n\n"Whaaat?!" Akane says, though her mildly outraged tone isn't exactly helped by all the moaning she's doing. Then she lets out a burst of pleasured laughter. "Yeah, sure! I'll whip the mark two into shape! She'll be a good girl or she'll hear about it from me!" your huge-titted mate declares, starting to rock back against you, breasts lightly dragging back and forth, almost 'popping' between her arms as they move. "Let's do this! I'll be a super sweet but strict mom and get her back for everything! She'll only get to fuck my pussy when <i>I</i> say so!"\n\nAt the thought of that, you give a happy moan and thrust forward, starting to pump the essence of the absorbed Tanuki into Akane, the other magical creature moaning and shuddering beneath you, tits already starting to spurt with milk as she's instantly impregnated with the two of you's 'adopted' child.\n\nGiving people a chance at redemption feels so good!\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FRanX21xEnd6]]

"Six months is a long time to wait," you say with a frown, rubbing your chin. "And I'd never hear the end of it if Boss heard how we came by these titles. No, I think our only real option is to try and kill 100 monsters. Maybe if we're really lucky it will be cumulative for the party, that means it really only counts as fifty each."\n\n"If that's true, it would go even faster if we got a larger group," Arachne ventures, words slow and cautious. "I mean... if we could get a group to take us with these titles."\n\n"You're right. 100 monsters isn't very much to a full group, when you think about it." You rub the back of your neck, considering. In a day, at the most two, people will definitely start venturing out into the combat zones, if nothing else out of sheer curiosity. Get a good group and do a full day of grinding, you could have the Death Penalty status gone by tomorrow night. On the other hand, you don't have any in-game friends locally, so it would be a pick-up group, meaning there might be a lot of questions to answer, not to mention that there might be more expectations than just help in combat in return. Anything from money to... favors.\n\n<hr>\n[[Find a group.|GGET4x1]]\n\n[[Go it solo.|GGET3x4]]

You glance up from the Tanuki Times as Happi bustles into the room, humming cheerfully. Your daughter is certainly a much more pleasant sight than her previous incarnation... though short and 'petite' for your species (her tits are only twice the size of her head, after all, and her cock is a mere fourteen inches long),she's a darling thing, with beautiful wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a pleasant demeanor. You guess second chances really do work!\n\n"Akane-mama~," she calls as she approaches where Akane is preparing dinner... by ordering it from one of the delivery places in town. (Magic can only do so much, after all.) "I finished sweeping the steps, raking the leaves, and I even helped the dragon next door find their missing ball!"\n\n"You're such a good girl, Happi," Akane says with a smile, hanging up the phone and reaching out to rub her beaming daughter's head. "Even helping the neighbors! I think that deserves a reward."\n\nYou smile with pride at your mate. She can be strict, and definitely capable of lectures that leave you a quivering heap, but she's also become very kind and knows just how to motivate the magical creature equivalent of a teenager. Specifically, Akane snaps her fingers, a puff of smoke replacing the kitchen table with a bed that she smoothly lays back on, her arms pressing her huge tits up and together as she slips her hands between her spread legs, using two fingers to proffer her pink to Happi. The girl gives a squeal of delight and springs forward, smaller giant tits pressing into her mother's as she eagerly positions herself and thrusts in, beginning to pump away.\n\nClosing the paper, you get up and move in behind the two. Happi coos adoringly as she winds up sandwiched between her mothers' immense tits, her own legs spreading as you push your cock into her waiting pussy. "Thank you, Ranma-papa~," she moans as you settle into place, letting her set the pace as she pumps down into Akane and back up against you, nestled between the two of you and practically engulfed by boobs.\n\n"You're a good girl, Happi, I'm glad we gave you this chance," you murmur, kissing her ear.\n\n"I'm glad too!" she chirps, squealing with pleasured giggles as you gradually begin pumping into her as well.\n\n<b>Tanuki Hairpin</b> end - <i>A second chance and a loving family</i>

"Uh, yeah, yeah, this's him!" you blurt, plastering a sheepish look on your face. "Um, sorry... Dad."\n\n"Sir, I'm sorry about my son, every so often he can be a bit of a hellion," the man says to the guard. It's weird how his voice can seem both warm and friendly and cool and professional at the same time. You get the feeling this is someone that's spent years cultivating a way of talking that convinces people of his good intentions while actually revealing nothing. Briefly pinning you with a look, he finally releases your arm so that he can draw out a rather thick moneyclip. Both you and the guard wind up staring as he peels several hundreds off of it without so much as a pause, and holds them out to the guard. "I trust this should cover the cost of replacing the balloons and handle...?"\n\n"Er... yeah, it should. I mean, I'm really supposed to still bring you in and write up a report and all, but..." The guard stares at the wad of money before tucking it into his breast pocket. "Well, I'll take care of all of that. But maybe your family should call it a day, sir."\n\n"I think you're right. Come along, son," the man says, gripping your upper arm again and guiding you firmly towards the exit.\n\nYou glance over your shoulder, and once out of earshot of the guard, you whisper, "Thanks a lot."\n\n"Don't thank me yet," he answers quietly, giving you another piercing look. You swallow hard, starting to wonder if you might have been better off with the security guard.\n\nOnce out of the park and at the corner of the parking lot, the man pulls out his cellphone and starts sending a text. Squirming uncomfortably, you clear your throat and try to break the ice. "So, uh, my name's-"\n\n"Unimportant," he interrupts, without looking up from the phone. That makes you swallow nervously again, really beginning to wonder what you've gotten yourself into. Soon a sleek black sedan pulls up to the curb, a black man in a chauffeur's uniform getting out and moving around to hold the back door open. The man nudges you inside, allowing you to thump unto your rear on the incredibly soft beige leather before sliding in next to you. The driver closes the door before moving back to resume his place at the wheel, and soon the car is on the road. Finally, the man turns to you again.\n\n"You're a runaway. You left home and had nowhere to go, so you decided to head to one of the places you'd been denied the fun of. Trust me, I've seen it again and again. You certainly seem to have impulse control problems, but perhaps right about now you've discovered a great deal of interest in thinking about the future. So here's how it's going to be." He fixes you with that gaze of his, and you shiver just a little. "You have two choices. The first choice is that you become my toy for the next few years... really, however long I feel like. I get to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, however I want. You will not get to say 'no', you will not be consulted on the matter, you will for all intents and purposes be my property. The only upside will be that when I get tired of you, I will pay you extremely handsomely to go away and never bother me again."\n\nYour eyes have steadily widened throughout all that, your mouth going dry. You have to lick your lips a few times before it feels like they'll even part enough to let you speak. "And, uh... m-my other choice?"\n\n"We drive to the police station right now. I tell them you broke into my house and tried to steal some rather valuable art objects, and in the process assaulted one of my maids. Trust me, by the time the trial starts, there will be evidence of all of it. If you didn't like living at home, I think you'll find spending the next few years in juvenile hall is even less enjoyable. So which will it be?"\n\nYou suppress a whimper. God, this guy's scary. You seriously have no doubt that he's capable of framing you just like he said... but if that's true, just what sort of things might he do to you if you become his "toy"? \n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to be his toy.|EricSirStart]]\n\n[[Refuse.|EricJuvieStart]]

The thought of all those balloons soaring up into the sky and attracting the gazes of curious onlookers is too good. Waiting for the somewhat bored-looking attendant to be at least mildly distracted by the antics of the wandering mascot, you slip up to the cart and hunker down mostly out of sight. The handle the balloons are tied to is secured by only a single screw, a loose one at that... it's like they <i>want</i> you to free the balloons! Trying to muffle your snickers of devilish glee, you start working the screw with your thumbnail, finding it easy enough to turn.\n\nIn less than a minute the screw pops loose, and with only the faintest moment of drag as the handle's weight settles on them, the balloons begin rising up and up into the sky. Almost immediately a draft catches them and sends them drifting to the side as well. The park employee watching the cart yelps as he catches sight of them, futilely chasing off after the bundle while a number of people look on in confusion or amusement. Laughing, you fall backwards onto the grassy area behind the cart... only to spot a uniformed guard looming above you.\n\n"Yeah, very funny. Now don't make this difficult, we'll be going down to holding to give your parents a call. And if you don't feel like giving us their number, there's always the cops."\n\nSuddenly realizing the mistake of your impression of invincibility, you can feel your face go cold as the color drains from it. You scramble to your feet, but the big man leans forward, obviously prepared to tackle you if you try to run. And he can probably do it.\n\nSuddenly a hand grips your upper arm. You jerk in surprise, then look up at the hand's owner... a tall, rather handsome middle-aged man in a dark suit, the temples of his dark hair greying, green eyes focused intently on you. He murmurs under his breath, "Play along, unless you really do want to get into trouble."\n\nThe guard's eyeing both you and him suspiciously now, and asks, "Kid, this your dad...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh... yeah!|WLMischief1x2]]\n\n[[No way!|WLMischiefPlaceholder]]

After eyeing the booth for awhile, you finally decide 'what the hell' and wander over. You figure you'll have to do some fast-talking to explain why you should be given a job despite being under sixteen and not having a driver's license, but the squat male "elf" sitting at the booth doesn't even blink before handing you a sheet of paper and a candy-cane pen. You stare at him for a moment, having already begun to rehearse your excuses in your head and thus derailed. Feeling the need to use what you had prepped, you start to open your mouth-\n\n"It's all right there, just fill it out how you like," the employee says a bit gruffly, not looking up from the comic book he's reading. (It seems to be, well, a porn comic called 'Ho Ho Hobags'.) "We need the help so hurry up, we need you to get to work if you're serious."\n\nYou close your mouth, then just look down at the form, expecting that's where you'll have to get creative. Instead you find that the form is about as short and blunt as the man who handed it to you. There's a space at the top for your name and... that's it as to personal info, nothing about your age, race, criminal background or if you can prove you're a legal resident, all of which were on the application you once filled out for part-time work at a grocery store. Below the space for your name, there are four different options, each with a checkbox next to it, the text instructing you to only check the one you want most.\n\n[[☐|XFElf1x1]] F Position: General labor workforce. Revolving duties may include working in shops and restaurants, assisting other employees in public, mild manual labor, assorted other duties involving park guests. Compensation: Room, board, full benefits, $250/week. Six month contract.\n\n[[☐|XMElf1x1]] M Position: Manual labor workforce. Revolving duties include maintenance, cleaning, assembly, assorted other duties involving behind the scenes work and production. Compensation: Room, board, full benefits, $225/week. Six month contract.\n\n[[☐|XTElf1x1]] T Position: Assistant workforce. Duties all involve the assistance of other staff behind the scenes, including food preparation and delivery, mental and physical health services, and clerical work. Compensation: Room, board, partial benefits, $300/week. One year contract.\n\n[[☐|XDeer1x1]] R Position: Currently one opening available. Transportation duty. Extremely large amounts of free time. Compensation: Room, board, limited benefits, $5,000/year. Two year contract.

"I'm a girl!" you blurt out, twisting your fists in the sheets as Emi continues pounding you into the bed. "I'm not even a boy, I'm a slutty girl who loves cock!"\n\n"That's riiiight, you love a big fat cock in your pussy, don't you?" Emi coos in your ear, wiggling his hips against your butt briefly before resuming pounding again. "Tell me, bitch!"\n\n"Yes, fuck my pussy, please fuck my pussy!" you whimper, biting your lower lip as you're used as nothing but a cocksleeve. "Fuck my tight girl pussy with your big fat cock, please!"\n\n"Gonna... make your pussy my cumdump," Emi gasps out, right before he does, thrusting into you and pressing in hard, his cock twitching and throbbing as he unloads deep inside you. You let out a long, low moan of your own as your own prick spurts and splatters your load over the sheets and your leg, even as it begins to soften, as if even physically acknowledging your relinquishing of your masculinity.\n\nEmi fucks you and makes you suck him several more times, consistently referring to your ass as your "pussy" or "cunt", and demanding you do so as well. He even pinches and tweaks at your nipples, asking you how it feels to have your tits played with as you're fucked. Your cock stiffens up often enough as you're sucking on him or obeying his orders to lick his balls or gulp down his shaft, but soon after he starts fucking you it goes soft again, as if reminded that you're not a man in his eyes. It's well past midnight and you're on your knees on the floor again, Emi standing at your side and having you suck and lick at his cock jutting past your face, when Aki walks in, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy purple panties and sipping a beer.\n\n"And what do we have here, hm?" the other crossdresser says in amusement as he takes in the scene. \n\n"This little bitch admitted that she's not really a man," Emi chirps happily, ruffling your hair as you flick your tongue against the root of his cock, even as you're watching Aki in embarrassment. "So I've been giving her a good, thorough fucking like girls deserve."\n\n"I see, I see." Giggling a bit, Aki pushes down the front of his panties and lets his own rather sizeable cock spring free, long shaft wobbling and starting to jut out more as it stiffens. He moves around to your other side expectantly, and following the unspoken order you bring your hands up to wrap them around both shafts, turning your head back and forth to lick and suck at the two crossdressers' cockheads as you kneel on the floor, half-hard cock arcing out in front of you. "Well then, I think it's our duty to make sure that this girl is raised up properly, don't you?"\n\n"Ooo, I was hoping you'd say that, oneesan!" Emi giggles into his fist a bit. "Can we do the full course on him, ah, her, really?!"\n\n"Mm-hm!" Aki looks down, putting a hand on your forehead and guiding you onto him more fully, not stopping until he's forced you all the way down on his dick, his lace-clad balls rubbing on your chin. "Alright, slut, now listen here," he informs you in that sweet, feminine voice as he starts lightly fucking your throat. "I'm going to leave some things with your brother for you. Among them will be some pills. Take one, every morning. Never miss a morning! Understood?" he asks, gripping your hair and pulling you back, leaving you gasping and with a string of spit connecting the tip of his cock and your chin.\n\n"Y-yes, but... what... pills?" you ask, feeling dazed. "Will they... will they turn me into a girl?!"\n\n"You're already a girl," Aki replies with a sneery giggle, slapping his spit-shined shaft against your face a few times. "But if you mean a complete physical transformation, then no. They'll just... help things along. Bit of body shaping, a few minor changes, get your hair growing nice and fast." Aki pushes you back down on his cock and resumes his light thrusting, apparently assuming you can hear him over your own soft gagging and gulping. "You have to take one a day, that's an order. You're also forbidden from getting your hair cut, wearing anything but cute panties for underwear, or fucking any guys."\n\n"Wouldn't want <i>real</i> men to have to deal with some inferior product," Emi snickers from where he's standing stroking himself, watching his brother use your mouth. "It might be fine for us girly-boys, but you're only allowed a real man's cock once you've completed our course!"\n\n"Mhm~. Now, I'm going to talk to Will and make sure he understands what to do. He'll convince your parents that he wants to spend the entire summer with you. On the last day of school he'll pick you up and drive you to our place. There we'll finish your transformation into a proper girl." He abruptly hauls you off of his cock and pulls you up, only to toss you over the side of the bed. "But first, I'm gonna have a preview of this pussy while it's still nice and tight," he coos, making you moan and your cock go limp as he pushes deep into your ass.\n\nIn the morning you awaken blearily, feeling thorouhgly used and sticky. Blinking repeatedly, you push yourself up, looking around. Uncertain of what else to do, you grab a pair of your sleeping pants from your things and pull them and a shirt on before wandering out into the main area, and then the kitchen, where you find Will sitting at the table in his robe.\n\n"Hey there, little sister," he says breezily as he glances over at you, sipping from his coffee cup.\n\nYou blush brightly. "... I guess Aki really did talk to you..."\n\n"Yup. On subjects like this, Aki tends to get what he wants, so I advise you to listen to him. The stuff he left is there," he adds with a nod to a purple drawstring bag on the table, before resuming reading his tablet.\n\nShaking your head a bit at him, you open the bag, eyeing its contents and blushing a bit as they sink in. Mostly it's... panties. But there are also bottles of shampoo and body wash... the girliest scents imaginable, from the looks of them. And sitting on top of all of it is... a large, unlabeled pill bottle, full of bright pink pills.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take one as ordered.|QOBro3x4]]\n\n[[Toss the bag.|QOBro]]

Deciding to try playing as one of the canon characters, you tap that screen. A long list of names begins scrolling by... including some that you're pretty sure aren't actual characters, and others that you're almost certain were from other games in the series. Well, it's obviously someone's fan porno game, you suppose being true to the original wasn't exactly on their mind.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cloud Strife.|FFCSStart]]\n\n[[Tifa Lockhart.|FFTLStart]]\n\n[[Yuffie Kisaragi.|FFYKStart]]\n\n[[Aeris Gainsborough.|FFAGStart]]\n\n[[Red XIII.|FFRNStart]]\n\n[[Vincent Valentine.|FFVVStart]]\n\n[[Lulu.|FFLuluStart]]\n\n[[Rikku.|FFRikStart]]\n\n[[Bahamut.|FFBAHStart]]

... Hell with it. You quickly squirm out of your jeans and panties, selecting the option for 'Intersex (Female Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', then spend a few moments tweaking the resulting appendage on the model, before finally setting the tablet aside and tapping 'Commit' with one finger while watching your crotch.\n\nMuch like the other changes you made, there's not much physical sensation to go along with it as it takes hold, though you gradually become aware of the associated sensations. Like the steady feeling of hard throbbing as the shaft takes form, or the way your balls feel soft and heavy as they grow in and drape over the lips of your pussy. Biting your lower lip, you reach down and stroke your new cock as it continues to thicken and lengthen in coming into existence.\n\n'Wonder if I made it too big?' you think a little absently as you begin pumping your positively pornographyworthy prick, but are far too consumed by the sensations running through you to care at the moment. You let out a low moan as you start jerking yourself faster, your motions easy and practiced despite this being the first time you're doing it... well, as far as your body's concerned, you've probably been jerking off for years, after all. You lift your balls, fondling the smooth, silky skin and the heavy weights within, before tucking your hand between your legs, letting your sack drape over the back of your hand as you start stroking your pussylips, eventually sliding two fingers into yourself and starting to pump them half in time with your strokes of your cock.\n\nYou last much longer than you expected to, with the entirely new pleasurable sensations from your cock overlapping with the highly familiar ones of finger-fucking your pussy, but even your brain must be retroactively used to getting off this way. Still, when you eventually cum, you give a low cry and thrust your hips up, shaft shuddering in your hand and spurting thick globs of white jizz onto your toned belly and full tits, a few droplets even landing to hang from your new nipple rings. Panting a bit, you lower yourself onto the bed, mind dazed.\n\n'That was awesome,' you think, huffing between your parted lips. As you lay cooling off, you let your mind turn over the sensations as you slip your fingers into your mouth and absently suck on them. If that was that good... and yet you were experienced enough to take full advantage of it... you wonder what other modifications you could make [[to yourself|GGME]] that you could have fun.\n\n... Or...\n\nYou continue thinking as you grab a towel from an earlier shower and wipe down a bit. You plug the tablet in to make sure it won't lose its charge, then just to satisfy your curiosity as you turn over the other possibilities, you dig your wallet out of your jeans and check your student ID. Sure enough, where your sex was once listed as 'Female', it now reads 'Intersex'. For some reason you half-expected it to say 'Futanari'. Setting that aside, you turn back to the other idea, the one that all teenagers have at some point: [[getting laid|GGME]].\n\nThe thing is, you have twice the drive and urge to do so now. And you can't help but wonder if [[your new toy could facilitate it|GGME2x7]] instead of going about it the more standard way...

After hesitating for several long moments, and taking a few more guilty glances around, you finally decide, why not. There's nobody around, clearly, and your cock apparently doesn't care that it's livestock. You've been through something weird and humiliating, might as well get something pleasureable out of it.\n\nYou move up behind the female pig carefully, trying not to startle her, but she seems to largely be ignoring you. You half-kneel half-squat down behind her, your knees squishing into the mud, and rest a hand on her back end for balance. She gives a low snort, muscle flexing and curlicue tail twitching, but otherwise doesn't react, even as you rub the head of your cock up and down her mud-spattered pussy. Unable to resist this strange, forbidden temptation for long, you finally thrust into her, finally earning a nice piggy squeal in reaction. But she doesn't try to pull away or buck you off, so you press closer and start rocking your hips, moaning lowly as you feel that plump pink piggy pussy pulse around your prick.\n\nYou lean forward over the sow's back and wrap your arms around her fat barrel body as well as you can, hugging the animal snugly and concentrating on pumping your hips as fast and hard as you can. You can hear her grunt and snort occassionally, and start letting out a few grunts and snorts of your own. Unnoticed in your steadily more frenzied fucking is the fact that your snorts are becoming deeper and more porcine as your nose turns upward and broadens, starting to push forward slowly. Your ears start to lengthen and grow floppier, flapping a bit with the movement of your body as you work your hips.\n\nYou let your tongue loll out, conscious thought gradually disappearing as you abandon yourself to the feeling of fucking the sow's cunt. Your balls steadily swell, hanging down in a slightly inhuman shape, your cock taking on a new, more spiral-like shape as it pumps in and out of that fat pig pussy. Your own belly starts to swell and your hips to widen as your skinny body begins to pack on weight, growing heftier to go with your rounding cheeks and double chin. Your fingers start to take on hooflike caps where they're pressed against your mate's plump sides.\n\nYou shudder and let out a long squeal as you start emptying your newly porcine balls, your transformed cock twitching and shuddering as you pump your load into the sow's pussy. Grunting and snuffling happily, you slide off of her back and splut down into the mud, panting as your cock dribbles more cum into the dirt and her pussy leaks some of your load down her mud-smeared pink hide. You turn towards another sow and begin making your way over on all fours, happily squelching through the mud, your movement taking on much the same waddling gait as the rest of the pen's inhabitants use.\n\nUncaring of your body's changes, you haul yourself up onto the second sow's back and use one hooflike hand to guide your spiraled cock into place. Then you flump down atop her and start pumping away, both of you squealing and oinking in unison this time as your fat hips start thwapping against hers. Your motions are even more urgent this time, perhaps spurring on the changes as your limbs grow shorter and change shape, becoming mud-spattered trotters rather than proper arms and legs. Above your jiggling ass, the thin line of a tail pushes out, coiling and curling until it reaches its full corkscrew length. Your hair retracts into a set of barely-noticeable thicker stubble atop your head.\n\nAs you let out another long, porcine squeal and start pumping your second load into the second sow, your eyes darken, all human thought and intelligence draining out of them. You continue to pump the rest of your load into your current mate, but your snorts and grunts are purely that of a rutting animal now, the last of your humanity having faded away just that fast. Now you're just another horny, mud-smeared pig, surrounded by the squeals and oinks of your sty-mates as your mood catches up to them and the other males begin mounting up as well, a porcine orgy filling the farm's clean air with the sound of orgasming animals.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|RunFarm4M1xEnd]]

You wander over to the pig pen, resting your forearms on the top rail and leaning on it as you look in. They're bigger than you always pictured them, but otherwise they're about what you'd expect... fat, pink, and covered about halfway up in mud. They squelch around in it, wallowing as you understand they're wont to do, wading through the wet, churned-up earth and seeming pretty content. You guess there's something to that whole idea of being as happy as a pig in mud.\n\nYou're weirdly captivated by the snorting, waddling animals and their muddy lifestyle... until you suddenly find yourself pitched into the middle of it. The rail you're leaning on slips out of its hole in the post and crashes down, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You splash down in the mud in a little half-roll that nevertheless has you covered head-to-toe. Wincing, you try to wipe some of it out of your face, mostly succeeding in smearing your gunked-up bangs back from your muddy forehead. You look down, noting that your already dirty and somewhat ragged clothes are now ruined. You stagger to your feet and try to take a step, only for the mud to grip your shoe so firmly that it and your sock are pulled right off, your foot popping out of them and sending you toppling right back into the mud, your other shoe and sock slipping off in the process.\n\nMuddier than ever, you just sit there in silence for a moment, before it suddenly occurs to you, hey, your clothes are dirty, you should take them off. It seems so sensible that you immediately shove yourself back up to your feet and peel your sodden shirts off, tossing them over to "dry land". Undoing your jeans, you shove them and your underwear down and toss them over by your shirts. You settle into place, resting your hands on your hips and feeling satisfied. It's only then that you realize you're standing in the middle of someone else's property, naked except for a few smears of mud on your belly and legs.\n\nBlushing, you try to cover yourself without getting anything else too dirty. What the hell came over you?! You just stripped yourself down without a second thought. You glance around, hoping no one is seeing this, or that maybe you can spot some sign of your shoes at least. But there's not a living being to be seen nearby, save for the pigs. In fact, you wind up staring at a nearby sow, who's rooting around in the mud near the feeding trough. Her back end is to you, and you find yourself staring at her puffy, mud-smeared sex. Despite the ridiculousness of it, your young cock starts to harden, rising up, as if silently urging you, 'Yeah man, tap that!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, what the hell, fuck the pig!|RunFarm4M1x3]]\n\n[[Something weird's going on, time to leave!|RunFarm4MPlaceholder]]

Essentially picking at random, you walk through the gate labeled '4M' and head further towards the farm. From the smell this place seems to mostly involve animals, and as you get closer you can see various types of pens and pastures. You can see animals in some of them... sheep baaing noisly in one enclosure, while in a large pasture you can see a horse off in the distance. There's even a bunch of pigs laying about in the mud, making some lazy grunts and snorts as they loll in the messy sty. (Which looks nothing like your old room, you <i>knew</i> it.) You can also hear some dogs barking from nearby, they <i>sound</i> friendly enough as opposed to the guard variety.\n\nYou gaze around, unable to see any farm workers at all, which really seems kind of weird. Shouldn't there be someone around almost all the time? But then, as mentioned, you don't know a lot about farms, maybe this is normal. Well, if you wait by one of the animal areas, someone's bound to eventually show up to check on them. It's more just which animals to linger near, figuring some farmer will come by eventually. \n\n<hr>\n[[Pigs.|RunFarm4M1x2]]\n\n[[Sheep.|RunFarm4MPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Horse.|RunFarm4MPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Dogs.|RunFarm4MPlaceholder]]

Almost as ubiquitous as humans are, as far as fantasy MMOs go, you pick the totally-not-evil-they-just-have-a-different outlook orcs and their totally evil style. Orcs are toothy and broad but not ugly, so you don't mind playing either type, really.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW13x2]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW14x1]]

Ha! Finally some XP! You've been in this fantasy world all day and haven't had a single fight, it's obviously about time you beat the crap out of something with your mad punching skills! You race forward, letting out your best battle cry, completely sure you've taken it off guard since it doesn't even move to defend itself. Your fist strikes the shadowy fur of what you think is its stomach... and sinks in a few inches. It feels like punching a particularly firm and resilient pillow, and seems to do about as much damage.\n\nJust as your eyes are widening at the realization that you may have very seriously miscalculated, long, shaggy arms descend on you from the shadowy mass, grabbing your arms and pinning them to your sides, its hands capable of wrapping completely around your body. It lifts you up off the ground, leaving you with little to do but kick and flail. "Let me go, you big furry fucker!" you shout, trying to focus for a more effective kick towards one of its arms. Your efforts are doubly in vain as a third arm reaches up to grab your extended leg, sheathing most of it in long fingers you think are tipped with claws, while yet another arm reaches up. This one tears away the crotch of your pants, making you yelp in shock... and cry out again in fright as you look down and see two truly massive lengths jutting from its crotch. You struggle and kick, but it just grabs your other leg, forcing both of your legs into an uncomfortable splits position as it lowers you down towards them.\n\nSomehow both your pussy and ass wind up perfectly aligned with the blunt heads of the poles, and you squirm furiously, absolutely sure there's no possible way they could ever fit inside. And then the thing pulls downward, and somehow both of your holes stretch open obscenely, forced absolutely taut around the thick shafts as your eyes roll in your head and your teeth clench, the sensation somewhere beyond both pleasure and pain as you're pulled further and further down both of them. The waistband of your pants snaps as the insane bulge in your belly passes under it, the ridiculously clear outline of the monstrous pole pushing into your cunt and pressed upward by the second deep in your ass, sliding further and further upward until it's actually jutting up slightly above and between your tits. Tears stream down your face, your throat constricted beyond the ability to make anything but mindless, animal noises as your pussy and ass are completely destroyed by the shadowy beast's immense pair of pricks. \n\nIt releases your legs, leaving them to dangle limply as it begins working you up and down over its cocks like nothing more than a human fleshlight, its lower set of arms easily reaching up to rip away your vest and chestwrap, the latter already having been loosened by the bulge of its cock sliding up between your now free and bouncing tits. Your eyes roll up in your head almost completely as it mercilessly pounds you down on itself, your jaw gradually going slack and your tongue lolling out, flopping slightly with your movements as it uses you as a masturbation aid. You think you might actually be cumming from the intense raping the inhuman creature is giving you, but your brain simply can't process any more information than it already is, the climaxes just so much more background noise to the sensation of the huge cocks throbbing inside your stretched and destroyed pussy and ass.\n\nThe thing gives a much longer, louder version of its eerie yowl, and you can actually feel its pricks swell just slightly larger inside you. And then you can feel thick gushes, like a firehose full of hot slime had been stuffed up inside you, your belly rapidly bulging and swelling, wobbling with every single jet of monstrous jizz inside you. As you feel something welling in your throat, for a single moment your eyes focus and widen... and then they roll almost completely again at the sensation of cum fountaining out of your mouth, raining down on you almost like a burst fire hydrant, your whole body twitching as more and more monstrous seed swells up your belly until it's almost larger than the rest of you, and the cum gushing and splattering out of your mouth completely coats the rest of your body in a thick layer of glaze, until all of your features have been completely obscured beneath it.\n\nThe thing lets go of you, allowing you to flop backwards to be supported only by its still mostly-erect shafts, your arms and legs dangling limply, the occasional spurt of cum still escaping your mouth to splatter to the forest floor. Then it reaches out, one of its huge hands encircling your head from the top as it pulls you off of itself and holds you up in the air, your body swaying, cum gushing from your absolutely destroyed pussy and dribbling from your equally gaping ass. Your mind is a fog of sensations, your body twitching and shuddering constantly, unable to even consider resisting anymore. Even if you could somehow be saved or escape now, you somehow doubt you'd be much good for adventuring ever again.\n\nBut that doesn't seem like it's going to be a problem.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk1axEnd]]

"Ah, thanks, but I think I'll pass on that," you reply with a cough into one hand. "This is all still really new to me, 'augments' like that are a lot more time-consuming and not as, ah, nice on my planet."\n\n"Alright, offer still stands though," Hakari chirps as the two of you walk into a very clean, very high-tech medical room. "Go ahead and strip down, I'll get the doctor over here!"\n\nThe doctor is another very attractive woman with purple skin, a crest rising from her forehead, and 'hair' made of numerous tentacles the length of your pinky finger. You wonder if everyone here also has sex for money as a side job at the least, because not only does she have a knockout body, you're pretty sure her button-closed lab coat and heels are the only thing she's wearing. She's still all business as she moves around your naked (and blushing) body, waving things at you and occasionally injecting your arm with some sort of injector gun.\n\nHakari remains nearby while this is going on, tapping at a tablet computer. "Alright, I've got two potential opportunities for you, since I'd encourage you to get right to work, at least for a couple of hours today. One is a [[mingling club|GGOri]]... basically it's where people come to drink, relax, and be approached by prostitutes. It's indoor work and you get two free alcoholic drinks over the course of the night, so certainly not bad. We've also got a request for [[party workers|GGOri]], where you dress up in a cute outfit and do basic food and drink service at a party... with the expectation that you're 'free use'. But you get paid by the hour and a bonus for every partygoer who uses you, so lots of girls love to work those! And... oh hey, just so happens we've got an [[auction|GGOri]] tonight!"\n\n"Oh, already? The month just slipped away from me," the doctor muses aloud, her tentacles giving a little flutter as she glances upward.\n\n"Auction?"\n\n"Well, it might be a bit much for your first day, but then if you're looking for stability, it might not be. Basically, girls who are tired of getting out there eight hours a day and living in a shoebox can auction themselves off for a year. For a year you're basically your client's slave to do with as they please... within certain limits, obviously, they can't permanently harm you or just outright abuse you. But a lot of girls can make up to double what they do working clubs or streets in a year, with a lot less effort and a lot less uncertainty."\n\n"There are people rich enough for that sort of thing?" you ask, a little stunned.\n\n"Yup! Jhaz may have mentioned it, but it's possible to earn a lot of Rubats through various methods. If someone... say a particularly ambitious prostitute... manages to make a whole lot of Rubats, then they can be really damn rich on Orison. Maybe when their sentence is up, instead of leaving where they'd only get a portion of that money back, they take a job in the public sector. They pop into the office for eight hours a day, then go home to their large mansion estate to be waited on hand and foot by attractive, enthusiastic sentients that are eager to pleasure her while she eats Astral Caviar off of a Solar Gold plate." She grins wider and waggles her brows a little as you stare at her. "Just something to keep in mind. Ah, of course, if none of that sounds good," she continues, glancing at the tablet. "You can just [[hit the streets|GGOri]]. It's definitely got its advantages... a lot of people prefer it for the freedom and independence it provides over getting stuck in clubs or with one client."

"Uh. I'm not sure if this reads right...?" you ask, holding up the sheet and pointing at one entry in particular.\n\nJhaz peeks at it, then laughs. "Not legal where you come from? Well it is here, and on a number of planets in the Alliance." Jhaz leans back, rubbing at her chin a bit with one hand. "The irony is that one of the ways people can get sent here is for repeated prostitution convictions on planets where it's not legal. So basically they come here, just resume doing it legally... hopefully they learn more responsible, healthier ways of handling it, and urge them to take some of the money they've earned and move to a planet where it's legal. Some accept, some don't, some learn other trades. But hey, people need to fuck just like they need any other service," she says with a shrug. "If you're interested, I'll send you on over to the Sex Workers Guild office and they can help you get started."\n\nYou look at the page and consider. Well... you are a horny teenager. Literally getting paid to fuck around for five years, with absolutely no chances of your parents or any of your friends finding out about it (unless you're dumb enough to tell them when you get back). And you suppose even if you're not in the mood, if you at least act like you're trying to attract clients, that counts as working. "Yeah, I'll give it a shot," you answer, laying the page back on her desk.\n\n"Sounds like you'll be the one taking shots," Jhaz answers with a wink. "Lemme print you out a guidesheet."\n\nSoon you're back on the sidewalk, walking along with a map printed on transparent plastic (or something), with a little blinking dot showing your current location and a dotted line indicating where you're supposed to go... wow, they can print out a GPS here. Maybe that's a side effect of all the monitoring stuff they must have for everyone's location. In any event, you soon arrive at a building that looks a lot like the others, though once you step into the lobby it's a little... warmer? Gaudier maybe? There's definitely a bit of a 'honeymoon suite' vibe to the furniture and light fixtures. The very pretty girl (you think?) behind the desk takes your name, then asks you to sit. It's only five minutes or so before a door opens, and a woman that looks a lot like a stereotypical devil, complete with horns and spade-tipped tail, just blue instead of red, leans out. "Cyan?" At your acknowledgement, she beckons. "This way."\n\nYou follow her through the door, finding she's wearing a very tight, very small little black dress... which rides up a fair bit in back from her tail poking out from under it. She's also got on fishnet thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels, and seems as comfortable in them as most people do in sneakers. She shows you into a surprisingly normal and upscale-looking office, with maybe just a bit of that 'love shack' look from the lobby, and settles in behind the desk. "I'm Hakari, I'm the head of this branch office of the SWG," she says pleasantly as you settle into a chair as well. "Supervisor Jhaz will still be overseeing your rehabilitation in general, but I'll be handling anything related specifically to your employment. Do you have any experience as a prostitute?"\n\n"Ah... if I'm honest... I don't really have that much experience at all," you admit, squirming in embarrassment.\n\n"That's fine, that's fine, we don't expect you to already be a professional when you show up. This is definitely one of those 'learn on the job' sort of professions," she answers with a little laugh. "Alright, so, here's how things work. We'll monitor your location... as long as it looks like you're making a good faith effort to pick up clients for roughly eight hours out of every day, you're counted as employed. You keep 100% of what you earn, though we do charge small fees for our various services and some of those services are mandatory." She shrugs a little, her large breasts jiggling a little, looking like they might actually just spill right out of the top of her dress, but never actually doing so. (You wonder if that's somehow natural, something high-tech, or just good old-fashioned double-sided tape.) "But we're still much cheaper than going to standard medshops because we're partially financed as a rehab facilitator. You're required to keep your birth control current, do at least one medical checkup per month, and we discourage turning down well-paying clients unless you feel threatened or don't think it's physically possible to couple with them."\n\n"So no accounting for personal taste, huh?" you note dryly.\n\n"Since you are technically part of a public service sector here, it's heavily discouraged," Hakari answers with a slightly rueful laugh of her own. "That's kind of how it is if you're part of the guild, though obviously off-planet you'd be able to make your own rules." She leans forward, lowering her voice to a mock-conspiratorial whisper and winking at you. "Just don't be too obvious about turning someone down because their species grosses you out and you should be fine." Standing up, she beckons again. "You'll get a packet with everything written out for you just in case, but for now let's head to the clinic to get your birth control implant and do your initial checkup." Once the two of you are moving down the hall again, she continues, "We have a lot of great facilities here in the office. A clothing printer, classrooms, a body art studio, and of course the medshop. We can handle just about anything... though you hopefully won't need either, we can treat just about any illness or injury, no matter how you came about it. Our augmentations are also top of the line, and cheaper than just about anywhere in the Alliance, let alone on Orison."\n\nYou blink at that. "Augmentations? ... Ah, you mean like...?"\n\n"Mhm!" she chirps, grinning and giving her shoulders a shake. Yeah, there must be some sort of tech keeping her dress in place, no way it shouldn't drop away with all the shaking her boobs do at that. "I mean, you're plenty cute au naturale, I'm sure you'll do just fine without any changes, but making yourself stand out with a bit of help never hurts. In fact, just to help you along, I'll spot you your first augment, if you want." Her glowing yellow eyes almost literally sparkle as she looks at you. "Consider it a welcome gift, with no pressure to accept."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGOri]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGOri5x2]]

"Well, with this, no more real need for you," you announce, giving the gem a small toss and catching it. You dispassionately watch fear spread across his face, before you casually twirl the knife up and jab it through one of his eyes and into his brain. Actually cutting his throat would have just gotten blood absolutely <i>everywhere</i>. You watch him shudder and twitch violently for a single second before going limp beneath you... well, mostly. Amusingly, it feels like his cock is still hard under you.\n\nYou stand up, leaving your knife where it is for the moment as you take a leisurely stretch, then look at the earring. With this, you should be able to truly make this place your own. Well... once you wear it. Seeing no other real alternative, you bring it up to your ear, take a deep breath, and press on the thin metal spike. Surprisingly there's not really pain at all, more just pressure as it slides in and the back clicks into place... my my, the late master of all this really was magically talented.\n\nNot seeing any reason to get dressed just yet, you pad barefoot back down the hall, leaving the body behind you as if it were any other minor mess you intended to clean up later. This time every door opens for you at the lightest tug on its handle, and you spend a few glancing in before you find a room with a number of crystal screens arranged around a stone counter with numerous inset gems and glowing runes. Sitting down in the chair in front of the counter causes several of the screens to light up, showing Konrad, Ulf, Zadaan, and Alanna moving through different tunnels. Hm... ah, some sort of scrying spell. After examining the counter... console... for a moment, you find you can change the angle and view, and that there also seems to be triggers for various traps set around the dungeon as well as attacks or communication that can be channeled through the invisible scrying orbs that are now following your party members.\n\nHm. Or... former party members. You suppose this could be a valuable chance to rid yourself of some dead weight...\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[Call out.|GGRogue14x2]]

"W-wait, sir, please!" you beg, conveniently still on your knees, wincing a little when his eyes narrow. "I... please, sir, you know I'm not on birth control or anything because-"\n\n"Sounds like a personal problem," he says with breezy dismissiveness.\n\nThat makes you swallow hard, the sensation reminding you of how recently you had his fat prick in your throat, and how wet your pussy is from that. "Please, s-sir, I'll... I'll suck you off all night!" you promise. "I'll do a better job, I promise, please let me suck your cock all night instead, please!"\n\nAfter a moment he sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fine." Without another word, he turns and walks into your living room, leaving you to scuttle after him. He flops onto the couch as if he owned it, draping his arms over the back of it. "But you damn well better do a good job. Get my pants off."\n\n"Yessir. Thank you, sir," you murmur, quickly kneeling in front of him again and reaching forward to tug at his pants. He deigns to lift himself up enough to let you get them over his toned ass, revealing his heavy balls as you pull the pants down over them and get them to his boots. While you're untying those and getting them off, he also generously removes his jacket himself, leaving him in just that tight, sleeveless black shirt on his muscular chest. You finish hauling his pants off, then immediately lean in to press your mouth to his balls, leaving more smears of crimson from your lipstick as you tongue and suck at them, trying your best to make sure he's pleased with his decision and doesn't decide to fuck you and knock you up anyway.\n\nYou lean in to press your lips to the side of his pole and run them up and down along with the stroke of your tongue, on one of the upward licks sliding up to take the head in and swirl your tongue around a few times, before sliding your lips down the other side, doing your best to please him. Kristov, meanwhile... reaches over to grab the remote, turning on the TV and starting to channel surf, as if what you were doing weren't worth the entirety of his attention. Growing even more desperate to prove yourself, as well as discovering a tiny bit of pride, you slide your mouth over his prick and deepthroat him in one stroke this time, cock sliding into your already stretched throat much more easily. You bob your head a few times, once again coating his length in churned-up spit, before pulling off with a gasp and leaning forward. You wrap your huge tits around him... you're fairly certain your own cock would have practically disappeared in the softness of these massive mammaries, but Kristov's has at least several inches jutting out as you begin working your boobs around his length. You lean your head forward, slipping the head of his prick between your lips and whirling your tongue around it as you titfuck him.\n\nYou continue to do your very best to please him, using your tits, your lips, and your tongue, all of them working overtime for the next hour. Kristov, meanwhile, orders a subscription to every porn channel your cable service offers, settling on 'Teen Lesbian Fuck-Off Fifteen', as if you weren't enough female flesh to hold his attention yourself. Still you dutifully work his cock, and eventually, again without so much as a grunt of warning, it starts shuddering and spurting, spraying long, thick lines of cum all over your face and raining down on the upper curves of your tits. As you're shivering and gasping from the sensation of it, he glances down with an almost bored expression, as if only now remembering you're there. "Go to the kitchen and clean yourself off, cunt. While you're in there make me a sandwich and bring me a beer."\n\n"Yessir," you answer meekly, keeping your eyes down as you raise to your feet and pad into the kitchen, cum dripping down your tits and arousal dripping down your thighs. You obediently clean yourself up for him in the sink, washing your face, tits, and hands before assembling him the sort of sandwich you know he likes, and grabbing one of your expensive imported beers which you know he also likes. Carrying them out, you offer them to him, and he takes the plate and bottle without looking away from the slender "teens" eating each other out onscreen.\n\n"Lick my ass this time, bitch," he orders as you settle back to your knees, his legs spreading a bit more as he leans back and takes a bite out of the sandwich.\n\nYou give a small, meek nod before nuzzling your way under his balls, feeling them rest on your face as you press up between his buttocks and start stroking your tongue over his tight pucker. Wanting to do your best, you start putting more effort into this as well, swirling your tongue around and pressing it inside, obediently worshiping his asshole just as you did his cock and balls. After a half hour or so, you return your attention to those, sucking at his balls and licking at his sack before kissing and tonguing his prick, sliding it deep into your throat, working it dutifully for long minutes before eventually returning to tonguing his ass.\n\nOver the next six hours you constantly worship Kristov's asshole, sack, and prick, using tongue, mouth, and tits, all in an effort to keep him pleased, make him cum, prove yourself to him. The only times he acknowledges your existence are when he tells you to get him something, usually another beer, and once when you've got the head of his cock in your mouth and he grabs the back of your head before using you as a toilet. You almost gag as the hot, strong-tasting rush of used beer floods your mouth, but you quickly seal your lips and start gulping, swallowing again and again, letting his piss flow over your tongue and down your throat. Once he's done his hand goes back to the back of the couch, and you resume deep-throating him, feeling more like just a piece of fuckmeat than ever.\n\nEventually Kristov shoves you off of him, stepping past your half-splayed form and heading down the hall towards your bedroom. Since he didn't order you to follow him, he must have decided to go to sleep. Exhausted yourself, your knees and jaw aching, you clamber up onto the couch, barely having the presence of mind to turn off the TV and its constant stream of lewdness before you drop into sleep.\n\n<hr>\n[[The next morning...|BuddyOct11x5]]

You groan a little as you sit up, rubbing at your head, completely and utterly disoriented for a moment. Then memories of last night come flooding back, and you quickly look down at yourself, patting at your chest... which is as flat as it was yesterday morning when you woke up. You sigh with relief at the sight of your own lean body, and your cock (if somehow less impressive to you now than it ever was before) is right where it belongs flopped limp between your legs. You could almost hope that it was all a dream... but you quickly spot Kristov's dirty dishes and empty beer bottles sitting beside the couch, and your costume scattered in the entryway.\n\nBlushing brightly (and finding yourself growing just a little hard), you look towards the hallway where Kristov went, then down at the floor. His boots, pants, and jacket are still here... that means Kristov must still be here. (Well, either that or he decided to take some of your clothes... which you wouldn't put past him necessarily, but you're not really sure they'd fit him.) Thinking of him makes you shudder a little in memory... and, frustratingly, your cock harden even further.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check on Kristov.|BuddyOct11x6]]\n\n[[Hide from Kristov.|BuddyOct11x7]]

Well, you might as well see if he's up and ready to leave. Besides, all of your regular clothes are in there.\n\nYou head down the hall to your bedroom, which has somehow managed to become a mess even in that short time. He just tossed the costume box and the clothes you'd originally meant to wear over it into the floor, and kicked most of the covers off as well, leaving just the top sheet in a tangled heap on the now thoroughly messy bed. You can hear the shower running in the bathroom, and feel relieved that you'll at least have time to get dressed. However, while you're hurriedly opening the drawer to get out a pair of boxers, the shower stops and, only a moment later, Kristov walks out, dripping all over your carpet as he rubs himself off with one of your best towels. He looks at you almost idly as he stands there in all his gleaming, muscular glory, your mouth going a little dry for some reason.\n\n"Er... hey, Kristov," you start, resisting the urge to cover up your now mostly hard cock as that seems like it would just be even more obvious. "C-crazy night last nigh-"\n\n"Shut up, cunt."\n\nYour teeth clack together, your cock finishing hardening as your face colors. Hey rubs the towel over his own half-hard prick and dangling balls, then tosses it aside before eyeing you. \n\n"Since I didn't get to fuck your pussy last night, think I'll do it this morning. Lay down and spread it for me."\n\n"... I'm a guy again, though," you protest weakly, trembling a little when those icy eyes narrow again. Without another word, you crawl up onto the bed on all fours, stiff cock jutting underneath you, then flopping against your belly when you lay down on your back. Sliding your hands under your knees, you left your legs up and apart, baring your pucker to him, vulnerable and waiting for whatever he wants to do. You tremble some more as he clambers up onto the bed, not bothering to do more than spit in his hand and rub it over his already damp, and now fully erect and much bigger than yours, prick. You're unable to help letting out a whorish moan as he starts pushing it into your ass, his thick pole spreading open your virgin hole around him and sliding in deeper and deeper.\n\n"That's right, you like a real man's cock in your pussy, don't you, cunt?" he grunts as he slides in deeper and deeper, making you whimper and nod your head in agreement, your eyes squeezed closed and hands tightening on your legs. As good as it feels, you actually feel your cock going soft, as if admitting that the real man here was the one fucking your ass. By the time he actually begins thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your skin, your cock is completely limp, flopping against your crotch as you moan and cry out. "Yeah, that's right, what are you?"\n\n"I-I'm a cunt!" you gasp out, whimpering as he starts fucking your ass harder. "I'm a stupid, worthless fucktoy cunt who loves having you fuck my pussy!" you add pleadingly, as if that could encourage him to fuck you even more like a girl.\n\n"Yeah, that's right, that's exactly what you are," he growls in a pleased tone, finally sliding his hands up your belly, squeezing at your chest as if it was a pair of tits before sliding back down to grab your waist, fucking you just as if you were a woman on her back with her legs spread. "And a stupid girl like you is definitely too fucking dumb to be allowed to take care of this house and all that money on her own, don't you think?"\n\n"Ffffuck, yes!" you whine, working your hips to work his prick around inside you more, your limp little dick shifting with the motions. "I'm a dumb whore, please, please, put me in my place!"\n\n"That's right, so this morning, we're gonna start going around, get that trust fund signed over to me, get my name put on all your accounts, switch the title of your car and the deed of the house over to me," he sneers in satisfaction.\n\nAs he slams forward and starts pouring a load of cum into you, your eyes roll up in your head, your body twitching and writhing as you have your first assgasm, the pleasure overlaid with him adding, "And then after lunch, we shop for surgeons."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct11xEnd1]]

There are a variety of reasons you just don't think you can face Kristov right now. Instead you elect to streak across your back yard and take shelter in the poolhouse, somewhere you're relatively certain he won't look. Besides, there's a secondary security monitoring station in it, so you can know when he leaves.\n\nYou find some excercise shorts and a sweatshirt to wear, and an old meal bar to eat as you settle down in the little almost-a-closet to click through the house's monitors. You eventually spot Kristov coming out of the hallway from your bedroom, pulling on his shirt but otherwise naked, thick cock swaying around. He wanders through the house a bit, apparently looking for you, but when he doesn't see you in any of the obvious spots he heads back to the living room and puts the rest of his clothes on. He then makes an absolute mess of your kitchen just to make a bowl of cereal, before finally heading out, leaving your front door gaping open.\n\nSighing both at his manner and in relief that he's finally gone, you head back into the house. First thing, obviously, you close and lock the front door, then head to your room to get showered. Despite trying not to think of the strange, very confusing night, your memories wander back to it, and you eventually find yourself stroking your cock in the shower, moaning and shuddering in humiliation as you spray your load across the shower wall while remembering being a woman and sucking Kristov's cock while he treated you like shit. Trying to shake off the feelings and chalk them up to just a night that's thankfully over with, you dry off, get dressed, and head down to put the house in order, carefully putting the costume back in its box first thing while touching it as little as possible.\n\nYou're in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen when your cell phone rings. Lifting it up, you wince at the name on the screen, considering ignoring or even blocking it. And yet instead you find yourself quickly hitting the 'answer' button and raising it to your ear. "... Hey, Kristov."\n\n"Hey there, Buddy. Didn't see you this morning," he answers, all casual, as if nothing but a bit of hanging out had occurred last night.\n\n"Um. No, I was... I had some things around the yard to do, so-"\n\n"Don't care. So listen, I'll be by for lunch, and I'm feeling like steak, so you'll make steak."\n\nYour mouth opens and closes a few times, just trying to process the audacity of his statement. All you can think of to say is, "I don't have any steak, Kristov."\n\n"Then you'd better go out and buy some, hadn't you?" he answers just as cheerfully. "Big, expensive ones, high quality. Get me some more of that beer, too, you're out."\n\n"I... but-"\n\n"See, thing is, Buddy, last night I checked the box for that costume. Turns out there's some instructions you didn't read, like the stupid bitch you are," he says with a chuckle, the words sending a somehow exhilerating shiver through you. "Turns out you can wear that thing and turn into that smoking hot piece of ass any time you want, so long as you don't wear anything else and don't cum too often. Since I'm not interested in you cumming at all, that works out for me. So I'm gonna come over, you're gonna make me lunch, then you're gonna take me shopping. Then, a nice restaurant for dinner, before we come back to your place, you're gonna put on the costume, and spend the rest of the night blowing me as a big-titted Asian sextoy."\n\nYou try to think of something to say, but nothing will come out. Instead Kristov just chuckles derisively and continues.\n\n"And once the lease is up on my apartment... you're paying my rent now, by the way... I'm gonna move into the house. I think by that time you'll have been able to transfer most everything into my name, and that's when I'll finally give that hot cunt of yours a good, night-long fucking while you're wearing something tiny and slutty that I picked out. By this day next year, I figure you'll be bouncing on my dick, begging me to put a baby in you. What do you say to that?"\n\nYour mouth has gone completely dry. You stare at the wall, your hands trembling, your breathing coming in shudders. Finally, you manage to swallow and answer.\n\n"... Are T-bones okay?"\n\nKristov's chuckle is just as derisive, but now you can just picture him stroking that long, fat cock of his as he does. "Yeah, that's what I thought, cunt."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct11xEnd2]]

Even though part of you keeps insisting it's a really bad idea, you just can't get over the idea that Kristov is big and strong and will be able to solve your problems for you. You quickly bring up his contact and hit the 'Call' button, relieved when he answers fairly quickly.\n\n"Hey, Buddy, what is it?" he asks blandly, as if trying to make it clear he didn't really care.\n\n"K-Kristov, listen, I-"\n\nYou're interrupted by a derisive laugh. "What's with you? You sound even more like a woman than usual."\n\nWincing, you have to take a moment to rally before you can say, "It's... hard to explain, could you come over? I'm sort of in a bind and need some help."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, I guess. I'll be there in awhile." And with that the line closes.\n\nIt's almost an hour (during which you both remember to pull the costume back into place over your breasts and make yourself stop pacing since it just makes your tits jiggle) before you hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling up outside, and a moment later a pounding at the door. You hurry over and open it, looking up at Kristov's dark, short-cropped hair, the light stubble on his face, piercing pale blue eyes, and strong jaw. He looks like he's dressed up as a biker for Halloween with a high-collared black and red motorcycle jacket unzipped to show a skintight black t-shirt, and tight leather pants with boots. But no, that's how he almost always dresses. He raises a dark eyebrow at the sight of you, almost immediately asking, "What're you costing Buddy, anyway?"\n\nGrinding your teeth and blushing in a mixture of anger and shame, you hurry him inside before closing the door, turning around to face him and gritting out, "It's me. Buddy."\n\nHe just stares for a moment before snorting. "Bullshit. Worst Halloween prank ever. Seriously, what do you char-"\n\n"It's <i>me</i>!" you snap. "Remember that time we went camping with Cody, and while he was away fishing you got hit in the calf by a porcupine? You cried, and then demanded I never tell anyone, well I haven't but it's me and I need help now because I put on a costume and now I look like this!"\n\nKristov's face had darkened with fury at the mention of 'the incident', but cools noticeably as you continue. Finally he just looks you up and down speculatively, as if taking in the situation... or just the view, something in those blue eyes making you shiver. Finally he says, bluntly enough, "Strip."\n\n"W-wha?!" you squeak, drawing back slightly.\n\n"Strip down. I want to see that hot as fuck body," he says, voice forceful as he leans in, looming over you, all broad shoulders and toned muscle.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[... Okay.|BuddyOct11x2]]

Something about his manner makes you quail a bit inside, and almost before you realize it your hands are moving up to the straps of the costume. "Fine," you murmur, pulling them off your shoulders and letting them drop, watching his eyes instantly lock on to your bared breasts in all their swaying, head-sized glory. Your hands are trembling a little as you undo the sash and let the majority of the costume drop to the floor, his gaze on you almost a physical sensation, like strong hands running wherever they please. You try to buy yourself a little time by fussing with taking off the gloves, but a narrowing of his eyes makes you wince and hurry to obey, pulling them off and then leaning down to undo your footguards and pull off the tabi socks as well, extremely conscious of the way your tits hang down and sway with your movements, and the way your practically bare ass juts up in the air and wiggles. You realize that you're down to a single garment, and straightening up before taking it off is only going to make it worse. So you slip your hands into the G-string while you're still bent over, sliding it down over your hips and letting it drop, stepping out of it and kicking it aside as you straighten up.\n\nYou nervously reach over to rest your right hand on your left upper arm, not quite realizing you're just lifting your tits up on display until you've done it, your other hand pressed to your thigh. You can't help but breathe hard and look away in shame, your face flushing as his eyes roam all over you. There's a hungry look in them, like he's sizing up a piece of meat he plans to devour at his leisure. You keep expecting him to reach forward and grab you, squeeze at the huge tits he keeps staring at, or grab the big jiggly ass they keep roaming down to, or even cup the pussy his gaze flits to occasionally.\n\n"Well you really have turned into a complete fucktoy of a bitch, that's for sure," he says after a moment, snorting through his nose.\n\nYou shiver at the words, biting your lower lip. "K-Kristov, c'mon, don't-"\n\n"Shut up." His lips curl up just slightly as you quickly close your mouth and duck your head a bit more. You realize that he hasn't grabbed you yet purely because he knows he could do it whenever he pleased. "Besides, you know it's the truth. Look at those tits, that ass. Your whole body's a goddamn wet dream, meant for nothing but getting fucked."\n\nYou swallow hard, but it is a little hard to deny. The body you're now wearing was literally designed as a thing of pure, unabashed sexuality, a vision of lust. The fact that you're inside it seems almost pointless to argue.\n\n"Suck me off," he says coolly, looking down on you with an even, arrogant gaze.\n\n"... what....?" you more whimper than anything else, daring a peek up at him.\n\n"Get down on your knees. Take my cock out. And suck me off."\n\n<hr>\n[[No!|BuddyOct14x1]]\n\n[[... yessir...|BuddyOct11x3]]

"When I inherited this hotel, I inherited everything that goes with it," you say in the most reasonable tone you can manage. "And that includes you three."\n\n"You... inherited us," the trio murmur back in near-sync.\n\n"That's right, which means that you're my possessions. I own you. And possessions don't disobey their master, do they?"\n\n"Possessions... obey... master."\n\n"So no matter what I command you to do, you'll do it from now on, won't you?"\n\n"We'll... obey... master."\n\nYou're not sure whether you find their synced-up droning disturbing or kind of arousing. Either way you repeat the order a few more times, just making sure they understand that their obedience needs to be absolute and that they're your possessions, not your tenants. 'How's it feel to be owned by a "barbarian", huh?' you think smugly as you look at Nanako's blank face.\n\n... Hm, wait, that's right. Will she even realize the change in her behavior if you do what Shirou said and make them forget being programmed? To be honest, humiliating them at least a little after the way they treated you just for being pragmatic about the hotel was a big reason you did this, it'd almost be a shame if they just took to it naturally. But then, what would happen if you didn't? ... You're torn between taking the safe route and being curious.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have them forget being programmed.|AustinJP1x1]]\n\n[[Have them remember.|Austin7x2]]

In the end, your worry about getting in trouble wins out. "Um, I dunno, it's getting late, maybe we better go," you murmur, fidgeting in place. You watch as Errana purses her mouth, and for a moment you're worried that your earlier worries about getting buried in the basement are about to be justified. Thinking fast, you blurt out, "I mean, our parents knew where we were gonna be trying to sell chocolate and stuff, so they're likely to come around looking for us if we're not back soon, that'd be... awkward," you mutter, trailing off.\n\nErrana sighs, then nods, smiling again, though it's a bit more thinly than before. "Yes, you're probably right." She stands up, cum-smeared tits wobbling. "Well, perhaps you'll return sometime soon, hm? I'd enjoy seeing the two of you again."\n\nYou and Kevin wriggle back into your clothes and make your way to the door, Errana shrugging her robe on but not bothering to close it in front even as she opens it for you. Glistening, sweaty, jizz-covered tits and pussy bared to the street below, she grins and slips a hand into her pocket, coming out with a folded set of hundreds that she slips into Kevin's hand before blowing the two of you a kiss. Despite spending all day fucking, your cock throbs a little before she steps back and closes the door.\n\n"Man, I can't believe you turned her down," Kevin mutters as the two of you make your way back towards the public restroom where you changed before. Then he shakes his head and grins a little. "Still, you're probably right, man, good call. My parents would totally geld me if I stayed out all night without permission... put a sort of permanent crimp in any plans for a future visit to sexy there." He locks the bathroom door, then opens his messenger bag... and lets out a laugh.\n\n"What is it?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"She forgot to even ask for the chocolate bars! We've still got 'em!"\n\nThat gets a laugh out of you as well, albeit a slightly nervous one. You're having a tough time believing what's happened really happened, it just seems too amazing. Still, you quickly change clothes, and Kevin proffers you half the money Errana gave him... $200 for each of you. That makes you feel a bit dirty, which makes your cock half harden again, which makes you blush. Kevin doesn't seem to notice, just giving you a couple of chocolate bars before the two of you split up and head home.\n\nOnce home, you greet your parents, accept your mother's offer of a grilled cheese sandwich, and spend the time while you eat giving them vague half-answers about your time spent over at Kevin's... which is about the usual. Begging off any further interaction by saying you're tired, you head upstairs and change out of your clothes. You pause, naked, and sniff at your shirt... even though it wasn't the one you were wearing at Errana's, it still smells like her. Some sort of soft flowery-spicy perfume as well as the smell of her arousal... man, it must have gotten into your bag. Actually, it's probably all over you. You blush, the memories making your cock hard again. Still, you're more worried that your parents might have smelled it on you, you'll have to shower first thing in the morning. Shoving the clothes deep in the hamper and leaving the doubtlessly even more fragrant Scout uniform in your messenger bag, which you stuff under the bed, you change into pajama pants and a t-shirt before climbing into bed and almost immediately dropping off to sleep.\n\nYou awaken panting and a little sweaty. Your cock isn't just hard, it's <i>agonizingly</i> hard. You're laying on your back, so you toss the covers aside... then stare at what you see. Apparently part of the reason your cock aches so much is that it's stretching the pajama pants ridiculously. It's huge. A mixture of arousal and terror seeps through you... no way your cock's ever been that big before! It's like something out of porn... not even regular porn, but "biggest dicks" porn! What the hell is going on?!\n\n"Jamie?" There's a light knock on your door, and you jump a bit at the sound of your mother's voice. "You awake yet? I could use your help with some things today." Crap!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to get rid of her.|QOKevPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fake being asleep.|QOKevScheme1x7]]\n\n[[Ask for help.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

Mina stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a gusty sigh. "Come on, bro... you know why."\n\nYou're... pretty sure you do, even though it goes against everything you were quite certain was real and everything you thought was fiction. You look at the other woman on the porch, who shrugs as if to say 'whatcha gonna do?' and flashes you a grin... displaying her fangs. "I... w-well, I mean... this explains a lot, but..."\n\n"Buddy, listen, if you invite us in I <i>promise</i> neither of us will do anything to you or hurt you or anything like that," Mina says, holding her hands up and pressing them together pleadingly. "But it's really important we be allowed to come in, I'm in trouble and need your help."\n\nYou struggle to remember if you've ever heard anything about vampires being forced to keep promises they make, but can't really come up with anything. Like you think there's at least one series where they obey 'the ancient laws of hospitality' or something but that was more of a sense of decorum than anything binding, you're pretty sure. Still... ... she is your sister, standing on your doorstep, begging for your help.\n\nWith a heavy sigh of your own, and unable to help feeling like it might result in you getting devoured, you say, "Okay, Mina. You and your friend are invited in."\n\nMina actually slumps a bit in relief, before nodding vigorously and hurrying inside and past you, her friend following along and giving you a cheerful little wave in passing. "Wow, bro, you've done fantastic for yourself," Mina declares as she wanders into the living room, looking around as if it was the most natural thing in the world and she'd just been invited over after a long vacation abroad. "Where'd you get the cash for this place?"\n\n"Uh, well, after you..." You trail off, then clear your throat. "Um, left, Grandma mended things up with Mom and set me up a trust fund. It wasn't, like, huge, but I was able to use it to start a little company while I was still in college, and I sold that, did that a few more times, and here I am."\n\n"Wow, way to go, li'l bro. I mean, I got my own sort of eternal payoff, but..." She shrugs, opening her mouth and pointing at one of her fangs, then she gives a little 'oh' and gestures at the other woman with both hands. "Buddy, this is my wife, Salem."\n\n"Hello~," the short-haired girl says cheerfully, giving you a little finger-wiggle wave again.\n\n"Er... hi. Salem." You stare at her for a moment, before sinking down onto the couch to sit. "So. Mina. Explaining. Things."\n\n"Right right right." Mina waves a hand around, then sits down on the coffee table across from you, Salem starting to wander around the room looking at things as the two of you talk. "So. Sixteen years ago, I was dating Salem in secret. I fell super in love with her and once I learned that she was a vampire, I started begging her to turn me into one too. One night she finally did it, and I was so eager to get out there and start living a new life or un-life or whatever you call it that I totally didn't tell anyone that I was leaving or that I was fine or anything."\n\n"Which I sai~d was a bad idea~," Salem chirps from where she's perusing your selection of movies.\n\n"Yeah 'cause I haven't heard that at all in the last sixteen years," Mina mutters, rolling her eyes before refocusing on you. "But okay, here's the deal. You've heard vampires need to sleep in the soil of their homeland, right?" She waits for you to nod before she continues. "Well that's bullshit but also not entirely. See every so often, some vampires... the ones like Salem and me... need to go home and stay for awhile. I guess it sort of helps ground them in the world or something. Which means I've got a problem."\n\n"Problem? I mean, if that's the problem, you could be explaining this to Mom and Dad, or-"\n\n"Pointless." Salem turns to you and shrugs, then points aside at Mina. "She has no home."\n\nYou blink at that, looking at her, then at Mina, who sighs again. "Yeah, apparently by not telling anyone I was leaving or saying goodbye and just running away, I spiritually abandoned my home, and it isn't home anymore. So, I have to establish a new one... which is why I came here."\n\n"It's important that the first home a vampire make be established by ties of family and blood," Salem chimes in as she moves to settle down in a chair. "Once their living family within three generations is gone they get a little bit more leeway about establishing a home, but you're here."\n\n"And I kiiiinda figured you'd be more understanding than Mom and Dad, who I sort of would appreciate it if we still didn't tell," Mina picks back up. "I need you to invite me not just inside, but to make this my home, bro."\n\n"Or... what? I mean, what happens if you don't have a home to go to?" you ask, mostly out of curiosity, and because you're still trying to process your sister returning to you after sixteen years as a literal creature of the night. Also that she's apparently gay.\n\nMina and Salem exchange a long glance, before Mina looks back at you and then lowers her eyes. "... Bad stuff."\n\n"It's different for every vampire, so we don't exactly know what will happen to Mina," Salem murmurs. "But no, it wouldn't be anything good."\n\n"So, please, bro? I promise Salem and I will be awesome houseguests! I mean, as awesome as we can be considering... stuff!" Mina pleads.\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, okay.|BuddySis]]\n\n[[You need to think about it.|BuddySis]]

"Who is it?" you call in an exasperated tone, expecting back at best a 'Trick or treat!' and at worst some entitled smarmy teenage boy's voice calling 'Open the door and give us candy, dude!'\n\nInstead a female's voice answers, "Buddy, it's me, Mina. Open the door!"\n\nMina? You don't know any Minas. ... Wait, you... you do know a Mina, but... "Wait, are you kidding?!"\n\n"No! Open the damn door!"\n\nYour eyes widen, and you stand there frozen in shock. You haven't seen your older sister in over sixteen years... she went out to a party one night and just never came back, no amount of searching could turn up even the slightest hint of where she'd gone. But finally you grab the door handle and yank it open, looking out at the pair of figures standing to either side of your welcome mat, or more specifically at the blonde to one side.\n\nOkay, so, she definitely looks every inch like your sister, even the bits you remember sharing in common like a bit of the jaw and the set of the eyes, and her long, lustrous blonde hair even has that distinctive arc up from the top of her head that you remember. Okay so the red eyes are definitely not what you remember, but from top to bottom, even wearing expensive modern up-to-date clothes like a loose, long-sleeved black shirt that stops above her bellybutton, and a designer skirt that buttons up the front with a too-long belt and accent chain, she looks just like you remember Mina looking the night she left the house almost two decades ago.\n\nAs in, just like. As in she still looks sixteen.\n\n<img src="images/Mina.jpg">\n\n"Hey, s'up man, long time no see," she observes, rubbing the back of her head a bit as she eyes you.\n\n"..." You stare at her, then glance at the other girl with her, who looks a handful of years older and is also wearing all black, a tanktop and leather jacket with snug leather pants to be specific, showing off very large breasts and round hips, her white hair falling over one pink-red eye. You look back to the blonde after a moment. "Uh, w-wait, so are you like... you mean you're Mina's... daughter?"\n\n"Nah, dude, Li'l Willy, it's me, bro," the red-eyed blonde declares, pouting a little as she puts her hands on her hips. Your heart flutters even as you flinch a little at her old diminutive nickname for you, something that pretty much no one else outside of her and your parents would really know. "I mean I get it but that's still a little weird to hear. Hey, I'll explain everything, but inside, maybe?"\n\n"Um... I... yeah, okay," you murmur, stepping back a bit.\n\n"Hey, c'mon, aren't you gonna actually invite us in?" she prompts, leaning forward a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[["Right, right, come in."|BuddySis]]\n\n[["... Why do I need to?"|BuddySis1x2]]\n\n[["....... No."|BuddySis]]

Errana stands up and shifts her hands to her hips, those big, barely-covered tits wobbling, and your resolve crumbles like a dried-out cookie hit by a sledgehammer. "Um, yeah, I guess we can come in for a bit."\n\n"Wonderful! Step inside, boys," she coos, stepping back and gesturing you inside. The entryway is tiled and elegantly appointed, and leads forward into a living area with ridiculously thick white carpeting and overstuffed leather furniture arranged in a loose circle. Everything's super classy and refined, and you definitely feel a bit out of place in your ill-fitting Scout uniform and beat-up sneakers. Errana gestures the two of you to a couch, and you hop up to sit on one end of it, Kevin sitting on the other, leaving a cushion between the two of you. "I'll step into the kitchen for a bit of refreshment. Be right back," she says cheerfully before sashaying off into the next room.\n\n"Dude! This is amazing, we're totally gonna get laid!" Kevin whispers to you, eyes alight.\n\n"Or poisoned and buried in the basement," you mutter.\n\n"Oh, c'mon, you are such a buzzki-" Kevin cuts himself off as Errana returns, his eyes widening as she hands him an opened bottle of imported beer.\n\n"There you go, dear, that seems about your speed." She turns to look at you and smiles wickedly. "You, on the other hand, seem a bit more uptight, so I think we're going to have to go a bit more extreme on getting you to relax." So saying, she undoes the loosely-tied belt of her robe and allows it to drop to the floor, baring herself to both of you. The only thing she's wearing under the robe are a rather small pair of lacy red panties, the thin straps hugging her generous hips.\n\nYou stare in wide-eyed shock as the nearly naked woman walks over and slides elegantly to her knees in front of you, her huge tits pressing against your legs as she undoes the buttons of your brown shorts and then tugs down the front of your underwear. Your stiff six inches immediately pop free, and she gives a little coo of delight before slipping her red-painted lips down over them, immediately taking you all the way down to the root. You shudder and lean back, letting out a little whimper as she bobs up and down along your shaft before slipping off of it and running her tongue up the underside. She drops down, sucking your ballsack into her mouth and suckling at it, dark eyes rolled up to watch your face as she does.\n\nYou look down at her in amazement, then glance over at Kevin, finding him watching in amazement too... albeit with his cock in one hand and drinking from the beer with the other. You look back down at Errana just in time for her to start suckling at the head of your cock again, swirling her tongue around it in a rolling motion. With that and the way she's gazing into your eyes, it really doesn't take that long before you're moaning and firing off a load right into her mouth.\n\n"Mmm," she purrs as she swallows, then lifts her head. "Virgin boys are so fun... they go off easy, but over and over again," she coos, simultaneously standing up and slipping her panties down, dropping them right onto your still-hard cock. She clambers up onto the couch, leaning down to take Kevin's seven inches in as easily as she took your six. Kevin mmmfs audibly, then shifts around to get up onto his knees, putting one hand on the back of Errana's head as he begins to thrust between her lips. From the happy, pleasured noises Errana makes, she's perfectly happy to be facefucked by an enthusiastic teenager.\n\nYou stare at Kevin and the full-bodied woman... or more specifically, you stare at your friend past the large, luscious swell of her ass and her glistening, smooth-shaven pussy. Emboldened by her slutty eagerness in blowing you, you wiggle out of your shorts and underwear, tossing them and the panties on the floor before getting up onto your knees as well. You squeeze and knead at that generous ass for a few moments before raising up a bit and thrusting into her pussy, starting to pump away at her just as eagerly as Kevin is at her mouth.\n\nOf course, neither of you last long, and you give a soft cry as you dump your second load deep into the mature woman's hot, squeezing, dripping pussy, Kevin restraining himself to a grunt as he feeds her his own load. You worry that Errana's about to scold you for cumming inside her when she straightens up and turns towards you... but it's only so she can bend down and slip your cock into her mouth, letting you fuck her face this time as Kevin unhesitatingly slides into her pussy and starts pumping away. Your exuberant friend even dares to smack her round ass a few times, making her give little squeals of pleasure around your cock that send shudders of sensation all through you. The two of you take turns rubbing over her back or squeezing at her tits, the older woman squirming and moaning with delight at every inexperienced, overeager squeeze of her supple flesh.\n\nOnce you've both given her another spurt of boycum, she clambers off of the couch and onto the floor, laying with her cheek on it and reaching back to spread her asscheeks, showing off her pucker. "Mm, since shy boy got my pussy first, let's let his friend have first go at my ass, hm?" Kevin scrambles off the couch eagerly, taking a moment to unbutton and shed his scout shirt and hat, and wiggle out of his shorts and underwear. Now naked except for his shoes and socks, Kevin angles his well-toned legs to get a good position, then slides his spit-and-cum-lubed dick into Errana's ass, the woman moaning sluttishly as the seven inches of boy dick spread her open.\n\nYou wiggle out of your own shirt and hat, then find a good position to watch from, lightly biting your lower lip and stroking yourself slowly as you watch the two of them. Kevin's fucking her way harder than you'd have the guts to, making her tits wobble where they're resting partly against the carpet and sending impact tremors through her ass. Errana's moaning and constantly gasping out things like, "That's right baby, fuck my ass," and "Yes, use me, use me to dump your load in!" Once Kevin grunts and really does spend his load in her, he pulls out, leaving her asshole gaping just slightly open and dribbling a few creamy lines.\n\nNervously, you move up behind her and push your cock in, making her moan. You can't quite work up to fucking her like an animal like Kevin did, just stroking smoothly, savoring the feel of that silky tightness all around you. You whimper a little, hands squeezing her asscheeks as you pump into her, hearing the lewd squishing noises as you churn up your friend's load inside her. Errana certainly doesn't seem disappointed by the different pace, cooing things like, "That's right, baby, fuck my ass as long as you want," and "Take your time, work that cock in me!" Still, you're soon spilling another rush of cum up her tight rear hole, leaving it smeared and messy as you pull out.\n\nHours pass as the two of you indulge a number of wicked positions with the lusty older woman. You lay on your back, the soft carpet rubbing your naked skin and Errana's huge soft breasts practically smothering you as she rides your cock, Kevin's pumping into her ass, your friend's cock rubbing against yours through a thin layer of hot flesh. Kevin fucks her tits while you pump away between her legs, shuddering as you grip at her full thighs. She even, at one point, does her best to get both of your cocks in her mouth at once, her red-painted lips stretched around your cockheads as she tongues them.\n\nAll three of you are sweating and sticky by the time you start to really come to your senses. You glance at a clock and feel shock and worry run through you, turning your gaze to one of the windows instead. This house has an amazing view... of the sun slowly descending towards a grassy hill. It'll be dark in less than an hour! Apparently noticing where you're looking, Errana stops tonguing Kevin's balls as she jerks him off and smiles at you. "No worries dear. Why don't the two of you get cleaned up and refreshed, and we'll move this to the bedroom for the night."\n\nKevin moans a little, and you're not entirely sure if it's in pleasure or exhaustion. You are pretty tired... and likely to get in trouble if you're not home soon. On the other hand, this has been the most amazing experience of your life... if Errana's not kicking you out, why leave?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|QOKevScheme1x6]]\n\n[[Stay.|QOKevPlaceholder]]

"I'll, um, uh... I'll wait," you murmur bashfully, pretending to be intensely interested in the display case to have an excuse to avert your eyes (and hide your blush).\n\n"Alright, dear, I'll leave you be for the moment." You can hear her moving off a little bit. You feel a surge of gratitude... some people seem to sense your anxiety and try to lessen it, others sense your anxiety and can't seem to help magnifying it, and it looks like the candy lady is one of the former.\n\nAfter a minute or two, Kevin comes bustling up to the counter, holding several white boxes with black lettering that says 'Chocolate Bars'. Wow, talk about generic. He thunks them down next to the cash register and grins at you. "Fifty cents a bar, man, bet we can get-"\n\n"Hi there!" the woman chirps as she slips back in front of the two of you. You can see Kevin do his own 'trying not to gawk' face. You wonder if your own mouth hung open like that. "I was just telling your friend, we're having a free sample day of some of our specialties as part of the grand opening! Would you like to take a few minutes and try some?"\n\n"Well, we're kind of in a hurry," Kevin hedges, his brain having kicked back into gear much more easily than yours did, apparently. "We probably ought to just pay for these and go."\n\nThe blonde pouts just a bit, and looks at you, apparently hoping you'll encourage Kevin to stop and sample.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|QOKevScheme2x1]]\n\n[[Go.|QOKevScheme1x3]]

"Um, we do kinda, uh, have to... do stuff," you murmur, gaze downcast. Kevin is, after all, your friend... he's got a little more influence than some random shop employee (even if she does have really amazing... y'know). \n\n"Well, alright. We'll be running this promotion for a little while longer, so try to come back soon!" She makes a bit of a face at the boxes of generic chocolate bars (either at the tiny price or the low quality, you're guessing) but rings Kevin up and gives him his total. Once money's changed hands, she gives a little wave... and a little bounce on the balls of her feet, making her massive breasts jiggle. "See you soon!"\n\n"Hell yeah, we need to come back when we're not busy," Kevin murmurs to you as the two of you leave the store. You're tempted to point out that you're not really busy with anything other than his scheming, which could wait until later (or forever, really), but you keep that to yourself for a variety of reasons.\n\nThe two of you find a nearby (and thankfully rather clean) public restroom to do a quick change in, before emerging in your pilfered Scout uniforms. Kevin arranges the boxes of chocolate for easy access inside his bag as the two of you head back towards the more residential part of town. "Like I was saying, I bet we can get at least two bucks a bar for these, if our story is good enough."\n\n"I still don't know about this."\n\n"C'mon, man! Loosen up! Here, if it'll make you feel better, you choose where we sell 'em!" Kevin throws an arm around your shoulders and gestures towards different streets. "There's [[that mansion there|QOKevScheme1x4]]... rich people can be more generous or surprisingly stingy, you never know. Either way, doubt they'd bother calling our parents on us if they think we're fibbing. Meanwhile, there's the [[middle class houses|QOKevPlaceholder]] over here. Kinda chancy, never know what they'll do, be generous, be stingy, flip out on you, but still pretty safe, they're used to these sorts of things, kids coming around selling stuff. What's it gonna be, bud?"

You're way too much of a rule abider to disobey the signs, but you are sort of curious as to what else the shop has to offer, so you make your way over to the area where there are glass-topped counters.\n\nAs you approach, you realize that the shop apparently provides ice cream, milkshakes, fresh candy, and one heckuva show. Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush at the woman standing behind the counter. She has thick blonde hair, purple eyes, and really big boobs, which are shown off by the low-cut dress she's wearing. (She's also wearing a stereotypical witch's hat, for some reason.) She spots you and grins, leaning forward on the counter, her chest looking like it's in danger of spilling out.\n\n"Well hi! Welcome to Tandy's Candy. I'm Tandy. Nice to see you."\n\n"Uh... yeah," you mumble, distracted by how nice it is to see her.\n\nHaving a bit of mercy and straightening up, Tandy waves a hand at the counters around her. "We're having our grand opening, as you may have noticed, so I'm giving out free samples of some of our in-house specialties! Would you like to [[try one now|QOKevPlaceholder]]? Or would you rather [[wait for your friend|QOKevScheme1x2]]?"

"Now, what's this we've got here?" the incubus coos, glowing red eyes looking you up and down while you remain frozen in fear. He reaches down and grabs the waistband of your pajama pants and the underwear beneath them, hauling them downward and revealing your own limp cock. He laughs softly, his own dick starting to stiffen and rise as he pulls the clothes off and tosses them away. By the time he nudges your legs apart and kneels between them, it's at least thirteen inches long, jutting out in front of him and starting to drip from the tip. You will yourself to try and fight back or at least scramble away, but all you can do is grab fistfuls of the sheets as he slips his hands under your knees and lifts them upward, pushing them apart and forward to lift your ass off the bed somewhat, revealing your bare and vulnerable asshole to him.\n\n"Why, it's a pretty little virgin pussy!" the demon croons sweetly. "Just begging for a nice fat cock. I think we can give it that, don't you?" Smirking wider, he shifts forward, and you feel the slightly slicked-up tip of his dick nudging against your pucker. Before you can force your terror-stricken vocal cords to work long enough to plead for him not to, he's pushing forward and in, your ass stretching slowly but surely to admit him.\n\nDespite never so much as considering another guy's body and having been fully and completely interested in girls for years, the moment that impossibly hot, bright red cock starts pushing into your ass, your own dick surges to life, instantly becoming harder than it's ever been in your life. It throbs and starts dripping as inch after inch of that Hell-prick slides inside your rear hole, a pleasure you can't even begin to describe surging through your whole body at the feeling of being violated by the incubus' member.\n\n"Oooo, what a nice soft pussy this is too!" the incubus practically purrs as he starts rocking his hips, now starting to pull a little of his cock out of your ass before plunging in deeper. "Squeezing around me and begging for more, even if its owner isn't yet! But we'll see!" he adds with a giggle, before licking his lips and starting to fuck faster, driving more and more of his cock into your ass as he fucks you like you were a girl, making your stiff prick bounce against your belly. Your throat finally loosens enough to let sound escape, but to your shame and horror all that starts coming out are moans of pleasure. "That's right, slut, moan as I go balls deep in your cunt," the incubus murmurs in that sweet voice of his, and indeed you can feel his heavy, smooth red balls slap against you as he begins driving in all the way.\n\nHe continues his assault of dirty talk as he fucks away at you, his hips apparently indefatigueable as they drive him forward. His cock is so hot inside you that it feels like it should be burning, but all it feels is amazing, intense pleasure shooting through your body every time he drives into you. You give a cry as the unwanted ecstasy reaches a height and your cock jerks, starting to shoot long ropes of cum all over your belly, chest, and a few spatters even making it to your face, a faint trace of salt touching your tongue. "That's right, my little whore, you love me fucking this slutty pussy, don't you?" the incubus urges as he pounds your ass even harder and faster. "Gonna make you cum again and again!"\n\nAnd you do, once more while he's still fucking you, and then again when he finally cums as well. His dirty talk turns progressively breathier and punctuated by gasps as he drives forward, and then finally gives a shockingly cute cry as he drives forward hard. You can feel a truly insane amount of something thick and liquid and even hotter than his cock filling you, and your eyes roll up in your head as you cum so hard you see flashes of colored light, your cock spurting so hard that the shots hit the headboard of your bed.\n\n"Mmm, good for a start, whore," the incubus says with a contented sigh, pulling his cock out of your now messy and slightly gaping ass. He reaches forward and grabs your shoulders, hauling you forward and forcing you onto your hands and knees facing him as he raises up higher on his own. You shudder as he starts rubbing his cum-smeared cockhead against your lips. "C'mon, now, open up that mouth-pussy, bitch. You don't want me to get upset, do you?"\n\nAnother shudder shakes your body at the ominousness of that, and you meekly part your lips. You gag a little as the demon dick that was so recently pounding your ass slides into your mouth and across your tongue, and then again as he unhesitatingly starts pushing against the opening of your throat. But the demon doesn't bother to wait for you to adjust, grabbing your head with both hands and pushing forward, your throat bulging with the shape of his cockhead as it's forced to accept it. He coos and purrs as he keeps pushing more of his cock down your throat, until finally your nose is pressed against his hairless crotch and his big, heavy balls are rubbing on your chin. "That's it, there's a good girl," he murmurs as he begins thrusting, fucking your throat eagerly, leaving you making gagging noises and drooling at having your jaw stretched open.\n\nThose delicate-looking red hands and their shiny black nails run up and down your back while he fucks your mouth, stroking and teasing you, humiliating you with the pleasure that even that light touch brings. But soon enough he's stroking and squeezing your ass as well, fingers digging into your buttocks. He delivers a sharp smack to one that makes you try to cry out around his muffling prick, your own hard cock twitching underneath you. He makes low pleased sounds as he continues stroking and toying with your butt, occassionally prying your cheeks apart to show the pinkened, cum-glistening hole between. Finally, after what seems like at least an hour of him fucking your mouth without pause, he gives a soft, girlish moan and thrusts forward. You feel the hot rush in your belly, and again your eyes roll up in your head as him cumming in you sets you off, your cock spasming and firing long ropes of jizz across the bedspread.\n\nMmmming lowly, the incubus slides his cock out of your mouth and moves behind you. This time he slides his cock into your ass in one long, smooth stroke, your so recently and so thoroughly fucked hole accepting him easily, making you whimper. He starts pounding into you from behind this time, hands gripping your waist and hauling you back against him. "You like it like this, hm? You like me fucking you like the bitch you are? You like a big fat cock in this slutty cunt of yours, don't you, you little fuck-animal," he asserts, still in that sweet coo of a voice, driving you over the edge into another orgasm.\n\nYou're not sure how long the incubus rapes you to orgasm after orgasm, alternately fucking your ass or your mouth, because at some point your body simply gives up and you pass out. When you finally come to, sunlight is streaming in through the window, feeling like it pierces right to your brain. You wince, and slowly sit up, your body complaining of exhaustion with each small movement. You hurriedly look around the room... no sight of a demon. You look down at yourself... you are indeed bottomless, but there's no sign of the copious amounts of cum the incubus spurted all over you and the bed... just your own emissions, smeared across your skin, the bedspread... the headboard. \n\n... What are you going to do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to Maya, maybe there's something in the book.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Maybe a priest can help, it is a demon after all.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You can't tell anyone!|QOInc1x2]]

Not waiting for a reply it probably knows isn't coming, the incubus kicks aside the sheets and reaches down to grab the waistband of your pajama pants, its own cock hardening again as it strips you, its motions toppling you onto your belly. "Ooo, yes, you were definitely ready for me, had your cute little pussy all bare under there," he coos as he slides in, stiff boy-nipples rubbing against your back as he slides up against you. His cockhead presses between your buttcheeks, and then you can feel him pushing back inside you again. You grit your teeth, eyes rolling up some as your cock surges to life, captured between your stomach and the bed. He sinks his prick into you nice and slow and smooth, until you can feel his balls pressing against your taint. "Therrrre we go. Your cunt's not virgin anymore but it's still nice and tight and squeezing around me," he asserts with another soft laugh, before starting to bounce his hips to fuck you.\n\nThe bed creaks and groans as the incubus fucks you flat on your belly, working your cock against the mattress and making you moan and cry out. You'd think all the noise would attract some attention, and the humiliating thought of your parents seeing you like this flits through your head, only to cause your cock to surge a little harder and your ass to squeeze tightly around the thick demon cock raping it. With the added stimulation of being worked against the bed, you cum much sooner than you did last night, spurting right into the sheets and your shirt. The incubus wrings another three out of you, making you smear the bed and your belly with your own jizz before he cums in you, making you shudder and see white with the intensity of another demon cum induced orgasm.\n\nHe pulls out and, rather than going for your mouth, this time flips you onto your back so he can fuck you like a girl again. This time as you look down, you can see a slight bulge in your belly from his cock pushing so deep into you, your own dick jutting above it. He grips your thighs and starts pumping again, making you moan and gasp, the sounds seeming a little more feminine to your ears than they did last night. "Yeah, you love me fucking your pussy like this, don't you, my pretty girl?" the incubus purrs, his tail lashing behind him as he drives forward into you. His shaft pumps into the load already inside you, making the sounds louder and lewder than before, audible squelching as he pumps your well-fucked hole. "Your cunt's just soooo eager for me!"\n\nYou wish you could deny it, but your ass squeezes around his cock even as he says it, another orgasm racing through you and making your cock spurt again. Your moans and gasps overlap with the demon's even sweeter and girlier ones as he pumps into you and keeps telling you what a slutty girl you are and how much you want his cock. Finally he gasps out as he thrusts forward, the additional load of his cum actually swelling your stomach up somewhat, obscuring the faint outline of his prick, while you're busy twitching, drooling, and cumming your brains out.\n\nThis time once he pulls out, he flops to lay with his head on the pillow, and then rolls you into his lap. He directs your head over his cock, and you put up no real resistance this time at having your mouth lowered onto him. Though he pushes you down, quagging and gulping all the way, his hand is fairly light on your head after that, barely guiding you as you're urged to bob up and down, taking his cock down your throat over and over, your hands resting on his trim belly. "That's right, slut, my cock feels good in your throat-pussy, doesn't it?" he murmurs, red eyes delighted as they watch your head move, your lips spread wide around the girth of his prick.\n\nYou're made to suck... you suck... his cock for at least an hour, since you can see your bedside clock from this angle. The whole time he continues sweetly, almost affectionately calling you a slut, a whore, a bitch, a fuck-toy, asking if your pussy is eager for more of his prick. Your ass twitches a little when he says it, a shameful reminder that no matter what your mind thinks, your body definitely wants him. Eventually he lets out a moan, though this time he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head up. His other hand wraps around his cock, stroking it the last little bit to orgasm, spattering most of it into your open mouth but spraying a good deal of it across your face as you writhe and cum again.\n\nAfter that it's up on all fours again. He grips your waist and hauls you back against his thrusts, his heavy red balls swinging forward to slap against your smaller ones. "Mm, I think you like this best, don't you bitch?" he coos, spanking your ass as he pounds away at you, making you cry out again. "On all fours, getting your pussy fucked like the animal in heat you are?" he continues as his cock bulges your belly out with each thrust and bounces your cock beneath you. "You fucking slutty little beast!" he adds and thrusts hard, making you cum again.\n\nJust like last night, eventually the sensation and exhaustion overwhelms you, the world fading to black with the sensation of him still fucking madly away at your asshole. You awaken sprawled on your front, ass slightly in the air, in the same state as yesterday... no actual sign of the demon's having been here, just the appearance of you having had a jerk-off fest.\n\n"Another long night, huh?" your mother asks with a more dubious tone this time as you sit down. Something about the look on her face makes you blush... while the incubus, if he's actually real, obviously was able to hide some signs of what the two of you were doing, you think maybe your mother has still picked up on certain smells and sounds.\n\n"I..." you start, then bite your lip and glance down. You're aware that's just going to make you look even guiltier, but there's not much you can do about it.\n\n"Mm. Well, it's your summer break, I guess," she says after a moment, shrugging and turning back to her cooking.\n\nYou sigh a little. This can't go on... if nothing else, this exhausted feeling sucks, you're going to wind up sick or something. You obviously still can't tell anyone, but what else can you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Pray.|QOInc6x1]]\n\n[[Stay awake.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Just forget it.|QOInc1x4]]

Wow, that's a really nice Sailor Mars costume. You remember waking up early sometimes during summer to catch very early morning reruns of Sailor Moon, which was probably the sexiest cartoon you had access to when you were younger. That certainly drives some of the appeal of going in for a closer look. Besides, the girl in the costume looks like she's probably only a year or two older than you are, which means she's a bit less intimidating than the full grown women wearing most of the other costumes. (Actually, if you think about it, she might be <i>more</i> intimidating. Thus, best not to think about it.)\n\nYou make your way over, hesitating a bit to let her finish signing an autograph for a little girl (you notice several camera flashes go off behind her when she bends forward to hand the book and pen back), then finish walking up to her. She straightens up and gives a practiced grin, confident and just a bit cocky, and strikes a bit of a pose. Man, she's got her role down. "Hey there! I'm Sailor Mars, champion of justice!"\n\n"I'm Eric. champion of nothing in particular," you answer, grinning a bit.\n\nThat actually gets a laugh out of her, and you find yourself hoping it's a real one instead of polite. She sets her hands on her hips and continues grinning at you. "Eric, huh? You know, not a lot of teenage boys come up and talk to me. Most of the guys tend to lurk around the edges with their cell phones and cameras, like that bunch." She thumbs over her shoulder, and sure enough you can see a pack of somewhat unwashed-looking men clutching cameras and phones, some of them glaring at you hatefully.\n\n"Oh yeah?" you reply back a bit lamely, not sure how to take that.\n\n"Yeah. I guess guys are usually just too full of perverse demons," she asserts in a teasing tone, before whipping out a strip of paper... 'ofuda', are they called?... and slapping it against your forehead. "Hya! Demons be gone!"\n\nYou cross your eyes trying to look at the paper, which results in everything swimming before you. You wobble in place, then suddenly find yourself laying on the ground. You faintly feel feminine hands gripping your shoulders and a concerned voice calling for you, before everything goes dark.\n\nThe darkness gradually peels back as you come to, your mouth feeling cottony and your eyes feeling sandy. You realize you're laying in a bed... a rather comfy bed... and that there's just the feeling of sheets against your skin. That makes you hop just a bit, apparently startling the girl in the Sailor Mars outfit where she's sitting on the side of the bed and making her jump as well. She quickly turns towards you and leans in. "Hey! Are you okay?!" At your tentative nod, she slaps a hand against your shoulders. "Geez! You scared the life out of me!" She holds up the same ofuda she slapped you with and gives it a shake. "This thing's just a joke. It says 'Parking Ticket' in Japanese. I can't believe it actually made you faint."\n\n"I, um... I maybe haven't eaten much lately," you admit sheepishly, squirming in place, then blushing and forcing yourself to stop as that makes you remember you're naked.\n\n"Well... don't do that!" she huffs, folding her arms over her chest. Then she sighs, eyes closing and head leaning forward briefly, before she stands and walks around the bed. You take the chance to look around... the room looks like a fairly nice hotel suite with an open design, though there are a few personal touches that say it's probably lived in rather than rented. You look back to the girl, only to see her bend forward to pull open the minifridge, her short pleated skirt lifting high due to its slightly rigid nature. Your eyes widen and your face reddens as you get a very, very good look at what's beneath that skirt. The panties seem to have been designed to conform to the shape of her ass, the white material only covering about half of each buttock. It also hugs up against the mound of her pussy, giving it a defined roundness that almost begs to be rubbed.\n\nAfter a few moments of clinking and wiggling, she starts to stand up, and you hurriedly slip a hand under the covers and do your best to press your raging hardon flat. You do your best to look nonchalant as she walks back around to the side of the bed, setting down a bottle of orange juice on the bedside table. "Here, drink this. I'm going to go tell my supervisor that I need the rest of my shift off, and I'll try to pick you up something to eat on the way back. Just try to rest, okay?"\n\n"Um. Okay. Th-this is really nice of you," you murmur, doing your best to focus on her kindness rather than the mental image of white cotton hugging her sex.\n\n"Can't be a Warrior of Justice without thinking of those who are having a tough time, right?" she replies with a wink, before giving a little wave and heading out the door. The moment you hear the door close and the lock click, you flop back into bed with a sigh of relief, finally sliding your hand off your cock and letting it push the sheets up into a tent. You do your best to ignore the ache of it as you prop yourself up a bit and snag the juice bottle, draining it off fairly quickly.\n\nOnce you set it back down, you flop again and let your head sink into the pillow. Hm... now what?\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off before she gets back.|HLSenshi3x1]]\n\n[[Do some snooping.|HLSenshi13x1]]\n\n[[Take a shower.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep.|HLSenshi1x2]]

"More!" you gasp out, breaking down as you just keep coming from that massive cock slamming into your ass. "More, give me more!"\n\n"What's that, bitch?" He actually pauses, grinding his hips against yours and working that massive horsecock around inside you, the bulge visibly shifting in your stomach. "I couldn't quite hear you."\n\n"Please, please, fuck my pussy," you gasp out, squeezing your ass down around his prick all you can and bucking your hips towards him. "Rape my pussy with your big demon dick!"\n\nMaking an adorable satisfied sound, the incubus leans forward, squeezing your hips as he starts pounding away at you again, faster and harder than before. "I knew you loved it, I knew you loved getting raped in this naughty little cunt!"\n\n"Oh fuck, oh fuck, pound my pussy, please," you whimper as he does just that, then give a cry as he shoves forward and pumps a load into you, your back arching hard and your body shuddering as your cock fires several spurts of cum hard enough to hit the wall close to the ceiling. Giggling, the incubus pulls out of you and again flops down on the bed with his head on the pillow. This time you don't wait for directions, rolling over onto your front between his legs. You run your lips and tongue up and down the side of his cock, wrapping one hand around it and not quite able to touch thumb and fingertips together. You lick at the shaft and around the flared head worshipfully, moaning with desire before finally sliding your head over the tip and pushing yourself all the way down, not stopping until his massive red balls are against your chin.\n\nYou suck at his cock eagerly and without his direction, listening to him coo and moan in pleasure as you gulp at it and stroke what's not in your mouth with a hand. And of course when he finally cums in your mouth, your eyes roll up and your body shivers as your cock spatters cum all over the bed. Immediately you pull off of him with your mouth and grab your own knees, pulling them towards yourself and baring your spread, glistening asshole. "Please, my pussy needs fucking so bad!"\n\nGiggling, the incubus moves back into position, sliding that red equine prick right back into your ass and pumping away again, obeying your pleading to be fucked like a girl. You moan ecstatically as that big fat cock spreads you open again, not caring how feminine your moans and cries of pleasure are becoming. All you care about is getting fucked by this wicked, trappy demon!\n\nThough he fucks your ass and mouth for hours again, he stops before you completely lose consciousness, pulling his cock out of your ass and rubbing it up against your much smaller human one. "Alright, girl, listen up. Now that I know you want it, you're going to have to <i>earn</i> my cock."\n\n"E-earn?" you gasp, shuddering at the pleasure of his prick rubbing against yours.\n\n"Mm-hmmm. I think I want you to dress up for me," he decides after a moment, putting a fingertip to his lips. "Some pretty lingerie. And you have to go into the store and buy it yourself." He smirks again as he looks down at you, lifting his cock and giving it a slap down on yours. "And you have to try it on in the store."\n\nEven through the haze of pleasure clouding your brain, that sets off a shock of fear about, well, every single social anxiety you have. "What... what if I can't do that?"\n\n"Oh, I'll punish you, obviously," the incubus chirps. "You're not getting rid of me that easily. Now that I've been summoned and decided on you as my prey, you can't make me go away just by not doing what I tell you. So you'd better get it done, slut. Now, go to sleep."\n\nYou don't realize you've obeyed that little order until you're waking up in the sunlight, blinking. You sit up and glance around... <i>all</i> the mess is gone, and you feel, well, refreshed. Actually, it's hard to remember the last time you felt this well-rested. You slip out of bed and get dressed, heading downstairs. Your mother apparently notices your improved manner, since she smiles as she slides some eggs onto your plate. "You look a lot better. So, what are you going to do today, hm?"\n\n"Uh..." You blink, confronted by the fact that you have, well, something you're supposed to do. Specifically, walking into a lingerie shop... picking out something that would look sexy on you... taking it into the dressing room... trying it on... and then paying for it and leaving. ... And bringing it home and getting dressed in it before bed. You just sit there, thinking of all that, trying to force yourself to give an answer.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Going to the mall."|QOInc1x6]]\n\n[["... Nothing."|QOInc]]

You sigh again. Really, what is there to do? You're just going to have to hope you can muddle through this somehow.\n\nYou spend the day in a tired haze, occasionally catching brief naps. When the time comes to actually go to bed, you find yourself unwilling to bother with getting dressed for it... whatever you wear will just wind up messy with your own cum anyway. Flopping onto bed naked, you soon enough fall asleep, your exhaustion helping you slip into unconsciousness despite your worries.\n\nJust like the last two nights, you awake to the incubus smirking down at you. This time his limp cock is definitely bigger, he's hung like a horse... literally a horse, the head blunter and showing a thick ring around it, a band around the center of the limp thing. His smirk grows as he sees you staring, reaching down to stroke himself with one hand, urging the horsecock to erection, the head flaring further. "You like it, slut? Thinking of how good it will feel in your needy little cunt? I see you're already ready for me. Now roll over and present."\n\nWhimpering, you roll over onto your belly, then raise yourself up on your knees, jutting your ass into the air. Almost immediately you feel that blunt head pressing up against your pucker, and then he's shoving deep inside, bulging your belly up obscenely. Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out as your cock gets hard and cums practically in the same instant, spurting long ropes onto the sheets as the incubus starts to fuck your ass with that demonic equine prick.\n\n"Mmmm this pussy was nice and eager for me tonight, just look at you cum," he coos as he thrusts, and indeed every pump of that massive shaft into your asshole seems to send a spurt of your cum out onto the bed. It starts growing into a messy, sodden pool under you as he keeps pumping away, enormous horselike balls that put your small human ones to shame swinging forward to slap against you. "You are a slutty, slutty little girl, aren't you? Aren't you? C'mon, I want to hear you say it!"\n\nYou moan and gasp, your mouth working but nothing coming out other than your whimpers and mewls of pleasure. The incubus pulls out and flops you into what seems to be his favorite position, putting you on your back and lifting your legs so he can fuck you like a woman, pumping into you between your legs. He grins wolfishly at you, watching you writhe and moan and spurt cum over your belly where it bulges with the shape of his infernal donkey dick. "Nothing to say, bitch? Nothing to say about me fucking your cute little pussy from now until eternity?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Please... no more..."|QOInc]]\n\n[["Please! More!"|QOInc1x5]]

You wait until you're fairly sure both your parents are in bed and actually asleep before you climb out of bed yourself and pull the bag out of your closet. Dropping your pajama pants and wiggling out of your t-shirt, you once again pull on the panties, babydoll, and stockings. You sit for awhile on the side of your bed waiting, until you decide the incubus probably won't show up unless you're asleep. What is he, Santa Claus? (Well, he is bright red and delivers a big package.) So you slip into bed and pull the sheets over yourself, eventually managing to sleep despite how turned-on you are.\n\n"Wake up, slut!"\n\nYou do immediately at the sound of the incubus's voice, opening your eyes and blushing at the sight of him, this time standing in the middle of your room. His cock is like it was last night, horselike shape and all, dangling down to his knees as he smirks at you. "Alright, bitch, get up so I can see what you bought."\n\nBlushing again, you slip out of bed and stand up, showing off the little ensemble in the moonlight, your cock pressing up against the front of the panties and bulging them out. The incubus makes a pleased 'Uohhhh!' sound, his own cock quickly rising to attention, jutting out in front of him with the head flaring. "That's very nice, very pretty my little slut. You have permission to suck my cock."\n\nEagerly you step forward and kneel down, resting your hands on his hips as you part your lips and run them down the length of his shaft, your tongue flicking out against the ring along the middle. You lick your way back up and swirl your tongue around the head, before lipping your way back down the underside. Nuzzling against his balls, you stroke your tongue against the smooth red skin, inhaling deeply of the musky, infernal scent. Then you pull back and slide your lips over the tip, pushing back down his cock and quagging loudly as it slides down your throat. You fuck your mouth and throat on his shaft for a good twenty minutes before pulling back and slipping back down, your chin and lips messy with churned-up saliva as you go back to work worshipping his balls.\n\nEventually the incubus pulls away without having cum, instead moving to lay down on your bed. You follow after him, clambering up onto the bed and leaning in to kiss the tip of his cock. Then you turn around, pulling the back of your panties aside as you lift up and then lower yourself into position. You moan like a slut as you slide your ass down over him, your belly bulging up and your cock starting to leak a slow, steady stream of cum rather than spurts like before. You wiggle and squirm all the way down, until your panty-covered balls are resting against his bare ones. The incubus rests his hands behind his head, just watching you as you start riding his cock completely under your own power, gasping and mewling girlishly while your cock soaks your panties.\n\n"You've been such a good girl," he says thoughtfully after about an hour of you riding him, and once you've turned around to ride while facing him, your hands braced on his slender chest. "I've decided to reward you. I'm going to give you another task to perform. If you do it, I'll grant you something you desire."\n\n"D-desire?" you gasp out, barely able to think for the pleasure of his hot, throbbing demonic horsedick pumping into your ass. \n\n"Mm-hmmm. Just about anything you could ask for. But first, you have to..." He considers for a moment, then grins wickedly. "You have to seduce your father."\n\n"My... father?!" you yelp, almost stopping, but the cock-lust that's overcome you just keeps making you bounce on top of the incubus's fat equine prick, your ass squeezing around him in shock.\n\n"That's right. And of course, if you don't, there will be a punishment. Now," the incubus adds in a satisfied tone, finally reaching out towards you. He grabs your hips and yanks down hard, shoving you all the way onto his cock as it starts to throb and shoot inside you, gushing almost like a firehose. Your eyes roll up almost completely in your head, your tongue lolling out, your cry actually cutting off with a gurgle as he pumps what must be gallons of cum into you, your belly swelling up until it pushes apart the drapes of your babydoll, making you look at least nine months pregnant, your cock gushing out a river of cum below your swollen, wobbling stomach.\n\nYou blink awake, sitting up slowly. You can't remember anything after that... you're fairly certain you came so hard from all that demon cum being pumped into you that you passed out. You glance down, finding yourself still in your pretty panties and babydoll and stocking, but all are immaculately clean. So it seems you're still in favor with the incubus... as long as you seduce your dad today.\n\nCan you really do it?! Maybe it would be better to just stay in your room all day... if you actually saw him, you might be tempted to go through with it just to get whatever reward the incubus promised. Unless, of course, that's exactly what you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay in your room.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go for it.|QOInc1x8]]

"I, um... I thought I'd go to the mall," you answer, trying to keep your voice from squeaking, intensely worried that she'll somehow read your mind and knowing you're going to the mall to buy girl's underwear. So you can wear it. And get fucked by a hung male demon.\n\nInstead all she says is, "Alright, dear. Did you want me to drive you?"\n\nWell wouldn't that complicate things. "Uh, n-no, I'll just walk!" you blurt. Luckily she doesn't notice your nervousness, or attributes it to something else, because you're able to escape soon after without any further questions.\n\nSoon you're walking through the mall, which is fairly crowded, it being spring break and all. You're deathly nervous, but you've come this far, and that's half the battle. You hesitate some when you get near the lingerie store, but luckily it looks like it's not very crowded at all. Trying not to make too much of a beeline for it, you edge on in, soon surrounded by silky, lacy, sexy things and posters of very attractive women wearing them. You almost freeze up again, but force yourself to keep moving, looking around nervously at all the racks and bins and-\n\n"Hi there!"\n\nYou almost fall dead of a heart attack then and there. Slowly, as if facing a surprise firing squad, you turn around. An extremely attractive twenty-something young woman is standing there, wearing a pink silk blouse that does nothing to hide her ample chest, and is in fact unbuttoned to show off a hint of lace-trimmed black beneath it. A tight black miniskirt is below, a nametag reading 'Sheri' clipped to the belt, her legs sheathed in black lace topped stockings. The fact that a hot blonde has 'caught' you in the lingerie store just makes it worse, and if not for the idea of being punished you'd probably bolt.\n\n"Now let me guess," Sheri says, blue eyes twinkling as she looks you up and down. "You're in here shopping for your girlfriend, hm? Your girlfriend who just so happens to be your same size and body type, and has your same colors, am I right?"\n\nIt's clear you both know what she means, but the best you can do is nod meekly. She giggles at that. "Gee, what a surprise! Almost like I've heard this one before!" She leans forward, giving you quite a view down her blouse as she whispers almost in your ear, "Don't worry, honey, I think it's adorable." Then she straightens up. "Now, let's see if we can't find you something. Were you thinking sexy? Innocent? Cute?" Her grin grows a bit. "Slutty?"\n\nStill feeling a little faint, you nevertheless recall the exact word the incubus used. "Pretty," you murmur. "... Something pretty, please."\n\n"Hee, I think we can manage that!"\n\nSoon you find yourself ushered into the changing room, Sheri assuring you that you needn't worry about the various signs about how to wear the lingerie for fitting... she's quite sure you'll be buying these anyway. You stare around at the changing room, still finding it hard to believe you're actually doing this. Your gaze lingers on the lettering on the mirror warning that there may be video monitoring in progress. You hope not, but somehow suspect that at the very least Sheri is on the other end of that camera.\n\nYou take a deep breath, then undress. You stand naked in the little room for a moment, your cock half-hard. You look at yourself in the mirror as you steel your will, then blink. Do you look a little more... girly? You turn back and forth a bit. Yes, your features do have a slightly more feminine touch, you think... not that you were super macho before. Well, probably not surprising, you think with a mental sigh. Then you step into the iridescent purple panties and slide them up your legs, nestling them into position on your hips, feeling the sort of squinchy, sleek fabric rub against your cock and balls, making you just that much harder. Then you pull on the matching babydoll top, one with spaghetti straps over the shoulders and (rather flat, in this case) cups over your chest, and a see-through purple drape that parts in the front. You sit down to slip your legs into the purple stockings, molding them against your skin, and unable to help marveling a little at how your legs look flat-out womanly in them. You stand and look at yourself in the mirror, blushing at the sight... and thinking of how you'll look wearing this as you're fucked by a big-dicked prettyboy demon.\n\nHurrying to get out of the lingerie and back into your regular clothes (but not as fast as you probably should), you head out and to the counter, Sheri ringing you up with a big smile and saying that she looks forward to seeing you again. And so you head home, face brick red, trying to think of the best way to sneak a bag from a lingerie store past your parents.\n\n<hr>\n[[That night...|QOInc1x7]]

It's always rather annoyed you how your wife and daughters don't even bother to hide their exasperation with your male friends. It's not like they're hugely disruptive, crude, or boorish... they're just normal guys, like yourself, who enjoy yelling and cheering at a football game. True, you do have rather a lot of them... it's not unusual for you to have almost a dozen in on Superbowl Sunday... but you have the room and resources to host them all easily. You never even ask them to help out with the setup, or cleanup, or anything else, and yet whenever they see you putting out the trays they generally sigh, roll their eyes, and start finding other places to be.\n\nReally, the more you think about it, the more you relish the idea of teaching them a lesson for their rudeness. You smile wickedly and head out to begin making some discrete inquiries.\n\nWhen the next Sunday rolls around, your family is gathered around the breakfast table. It's fall weather, and the girls are dressed for such, Michelle in a white sweater and black slacks, Mikaela in a snug, thin black turtleneck and tight black pants, and Janie in a grey sweatshirt and bluejeans. You stand up from the table, meandering towards the fridge, and casually call, "Oh, remember, the guys are coming over in about an hour to catch the game."\n\n"Trust us, we remember," Mikaela murmurs with a roll of her eyes, making Jamie snicker quietly.\n\n"Don't sass your father," Michelle replies on obvious reflex, though the lack of force behind the words makes it clear she agrees with the sentiment.\n\n"Everybody want orange juice?" you ask as you open the fridge, hearing answers in the affirmative. You set out the glasses on a small tray and pour each one full, deftly adding something to make the girls...\n\n<hr>\n[[... horny.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... obedient.|DavidColdFam1x3]]\n\n[[... sleepy.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... stupid.|DavidColdFam]]

The guy you got this stuff from said it would provide for twenty-four hours of complete and total obedience to any commands, and that it would all seem like a dream to the imbiber the next day. He guaranteed absolutely flawless results... he certainly had to, three doses cost as much as a luxury car. You slip the individually-sized doses of clear liquid into each glass of orange juice before carrying them back over to the table.\n\nThe rest of breakfast is a quiet affair, though you have to resist the urge to grin every time one of them takes a sip of their juice. But finally the meal is done, and the three of them rise and start to leave the room, apparently figuring that clearing away the dishes is a "game day" responsibility of yours. You watch them go for a moment, then call, "Girls, wait."\n\nAll three of them pause and turn back to face you. Not exactly remarkable, they'd probably do that anyway. You take just a few moments to ponder a command they'd never obey without question otherwise but that you could still make up some sort of excuse for. Finally you settle on, "Take off your pants."\n\nImmediately, all three of them move their hands to the buttons of their waistbands to start unfastening themselves. Michelle lets her slacks drop to the floor and steps forward out of them, revealing a pair of lacy black panties that you're familiar with, the ones that have a see-through window in the back. Mikaela has to wiggle and shimmy her hips a bit to get her pants down even after undoing them, but eventually peels them down her legs and stands up, revealing a purple thong with straps riding high on her hips. Janie drops her jeans and kicks them away, giving a brief view of her plain, snug cotton panties before the sweatshirt falls partly over her hips, obscuring your view of all but her fabric-hugged crotch.\n\nAll three of them stand there, perfectly normal and calm expressions on their face, as if still wondering why you called for them to stop.\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, this is going to be the best game day ever.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[Actually, hell with your friends, you're keeping this opportunity for yourself.|DavidColdFam1x4]]

Yes, there's a lot of unrealized potential in your family. Certainly they've always shown you love and respect, but they could be doing a lot more for you. There's some things that you've always sort of longed for them to do... perhaps not as overtly as you're considering it <i>now</i>, but briefly or in the back of your mind, or in more measured ways.\n\nBut there's no reason to hold back now. You can find a way to get them to do as you please. And you've always wished...\n\n<hr>\n[[... they'd be nicer to your friends.|DavidColdFam1x2]]\n\n[[... they'd help your career more.|DavidColdFam]]\n\n[[... they'd help make you wealthy.|DavidColdFam]]

The sheer unlimited potential of being given three wishes is just way too good to pass up. Resigning yourself to some lean meals and a lot of missed school ahead, you begin copying out the ingredients list and plotting how you can hunt all of them down.\n\nBetween searching for ingredients and the incredibly meticulous and involved instructions for every single step of making the muffins, it really does take just over a month of you essentially vanishing off the face of the earth, at least as far as most of the others are concerned. You climb mountains, dive into oceans, trek through jungles (thank God for scene transition wipes cutting out all that travel time). But finally, finally you finish drawing the virgin-hair pastry brush over the surface of the muffins. (... Look you were due for a trim anyway.) They look... amazing. Like they were literally gold, shining brightly in the light of your restaurant, all lined up in a row. Now, let's see, you...\n\nHuh. You were so focused on the recipe you forgot to check how to actually get the wishes from them. And the cookbook is currently all the way upstairs in your travel bag, but you're really excited. Honestly, isn't the obvious way to get your wish to eat one?\n\n<hr>\n[[Eat a muffin.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Go get the book.|Ukyo2x2]]

"I wish for magical powers!" you finally declare with a firm nod of your head.\n\n"Any specific sort?" Penumbra asks placidly, examining her shining metallic nails.\n\n"Um, well. As good as it gets?" you ask, blinking. "Like... I don't know, firing magic blasts, turnin' people inta stuff, influencing minds, all the stuff witches do. But y'know, without having to learn chants or use ingredients or any of that."\n\n"Ah, the 'Green Lantern Ring' suite," Penumbra says with a smirk. "Not a bad wish, since it will let you accomplish a lot for yourself without needing to rely on me." She snaps her fingers. "There, done."\n\nYou blink. "Nothing feels different."\n\n"Well you're not trying to do anything. I promise, pretty much anything you can think, you can do... within certain limits, of course, you're restricted by how much power a mortal body can contain. It's pretty potent, but you may eventually run into a snag here or there. Plus you're limited by your own perceptions, imagination, and reaction time, so it's still entirely possible for someone to sneak up on you, or outmaneuver you, or outsmart you. Well! Assuming you don't have another wish right now, I'll be off. Rub my muffin when you want me again!" she chirps, giving her hips a cheeky shake before disappearing in a tiny puff of smoke.\n\nYou blink a few times, then look around for something to test your supposed new abilities with. Spotting a water glass on a nearby table, you reach a hand towards it and concentrate. Slowly it raises up into the air, your eyes widening a little as it obeys your mental command to shake back and forth. You draw it over to you and grasp it in your hand, then try to create water filling it... and the liquid swirls into existence from the bottom, filling it up to the rim. At your next attempt, the glass turns opaque... due to suddenly being made of solid gold. You rub your thumbnail against it, murmuring, "Holy crap," as you realize it really is gold. Well, so much for your money troubles! ... You'll just have to find someone that accepts solid gold glasses as currency.\n\nWell, that's a thought for another time. Now that you've got these powers, time to use them! Either to finally snag Ranchan... or deal with your rivals, which will lead to you finally being able to snag Ranchan.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Ranma.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Deal with Shampoo.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Deal with Kodachi.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Deal with Akane.|Ukyo]]

Probably best not to get overexcited when dealing with magic. ... Besides, you know some of the stuff that went into those muffins, you don't necessarily want to put one in your own body.\n\nYou head upstairs to dig the cookbook out of your travel bag and come back downstairs with it, flipping to the recipe and reading through to the end. Giving a little 'huh' at the instructions, you nevertheless shrug and reach out to one of the muffins, gently rubbing at the smooth, glossy surface with your fingertips. Raising your voice, you call, "THEY'RE DONE!"\n\nAlmost instantly there's a large puff of smoke across the table from you, making you stagger backwards in shock as there's a roll of thunder and flashes of lightning from within the cloud. An ink-skinned figure looms forward out of the smoke, reaching out hands as if for your head, its voice filling the entire restaurant as it booms, "<b>WHO DARES TO SUMMON THE ETERNAL AND VENGEFUL GENIE OF THE</b> whoa holy shit muffins!"\n\nYou blink as one of the hands drops down and snatches the muffin you'd rubbed, biting off a good third of it in one chomp. The clouds clear away and you're given a more proper view of the new arrival. Her skin really is jet black, and her hair is... made of bright blue fire, a long line of it trailing around behind her like a ponytail. Her fingernails and toenails are made of silver, as are her teeth to judge from little flashes of them you see, and she's not wearing a whole lot... lots of bracelets and bands of various sorts around her arms, and a sort of thin golden chain drape around her shoulders that connects to a pair of jewel-studded gold caps over her nipples. A similar thin chain drapes over her hips and attaches to a long, translucent purple drape in front and back, which doesn't do much to hide the shape of her bare pussylips. There are more bands and anklets on her legs, but she's otherwise barefoot.\n\n"Oh man I fuckin' love these things," she groans, opening her glowing purple eyes just to roll them upward. "And you did such a great job, you are the best, I'm so happy to meet you."\n\n"Um... thanks," you answer, blinking a few times.\n\nSwallowing the last of the muffin, she folds her arms under her immense breasts and then does a quick bow at the waist. "Okay then! I'm Penumbra, an ifrit, and you're Ukyo Kuonji. Yup, I know all sorts of stuff," she adds as she straightens up, grinning at your shocked expression. "Helps to grant wishes. And the deal is, one wish per muffin, if they're made right. I've already eaten a muffin, so hit me up with your first wish."\n\n"... And it can be anything?" you ask curiously. "And you won't try to... y'know...?"\n\n"Screw you over? I'm not that sort of genie, honey," Penumbra says with a tsk, briefly sticking her tongue out and showing you the silver stud sticking through it. "I'll do my best to grant your wishes properly, though it's not my fault if you make a bad wish. I just grant them, I don't advise on them."\n\n"I guess that seems fair, sugar," you allow with a nod, resting your hands on your hips. "An' I can wish for anything?"\n\n"Pretty much, there's only a couple of restrictions." She holds up a hand and begins flicking her fingers up as she explains. "You can't wish for more wishes, that includes wishing more muffins into existence. They have to be baked three at a time, using the whole process, or they don't taste right and I won't give you wishes for them. You can't wish for something that creates a paradox, like wishing that you'd never baked the muffins, because then you'd never have made that wish and you'd then have gone ahead and made the muffins. And you can't make a wish that exceeds my power to grant it. And before you ask," she continues, pointing a silver fingernail at yiu, "It's never come up so I don't know what's too powerful for me to grant. If it happens you'll be the first and I'll let you know, the wish won't count."\n\n"Okay," you answer with a slow nod. Now that you're faced with actually making a decision, you realize you had lots of vague ideas about what to wish but had never settled down and picked one. Well, you guess you'll start with-\n\n<hr>\n[["I wish for magical powers!"|Ukyo2x3]]\n\n[["I wish I was Ranchan's perfect woman!"|Ukyo]]\n\n[["I wish away all my rivals!"|Ukyo]]\n\n[["I wish I ruled the world!"|Ukyo]]\n\n[["I wish for vast wealth!"|Ukyo]]\n\n[["I wish for unlimited muffin ingredients."|Ukyo]]

Yes, you think, maybe you should take a break. Even something as simple as staying home and getting caught up on your reading might be nice, sort of reflect on all that's happened in the last year.\n\nUnfortunately, as you're trying to browse the internet to decide just what to do, you're interrupted by an email notification. You sigh a little as you see that it's from your father's assistant. You suppose you shouldn't blame him, you have been putting off making a choice as to the lab's disposition for awhile now. Still, it's a reminder of an unpleasant responsibility when you're trying to figure out how to relax.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're tired of being asked to deal with that place, and never want to mess with it again.|IreneVA]]\n\n[[Promote your father's assistant, let him run the lab. You might have to deal with the occasional matter related to it, but it's not a big problem.|IreneVB]]

Your six tits, smeared with fresh, wet mud, sway just above the surface of the mud pit your hands and knees are sunk into, occasional drops of milk leaking out of your fat, dirty nipples. You moan around the cock of one of your sons, eagerly sucking and licking at him, while another pounds into you from behind. Grunting and snorting as is his porcine way, your offspring gives your fat ass a slap (leaving a muddy handprint) in between his hips impacting against it, his hoof-tipped fingers moving to grip your wide waist afterward. The one stuffing his prick down your throat gives his own loud snort, muttering, "Suck harder, sow, you fucking slut."\n\nYour mate gives his own snorting grunt from where he's sitting nearby, legs spread as one of your daughters worships his sack with her tongue, the pudgy pink piggirl wriggling and running her hands up and down her father's fat thighs as she alternates between slurping and sucking at his sack and deep-throating him. "That's right, boy, never let yer mother forget her place. Y'know she used to be a human, after all."\n\n"Pft, y'say that all th' time, Papa Pig," one of your other sons says as he sits nearby, working his fat pink prick into one of his sisters' asshole. "Don't know that I believe it, she don't look like she even got the brains of a pig anymore."\n\n"S'true, s'true, met her back in my activist days," your mate announces breezily as he gives his daughter a shove onto her back in the mud, then clambers atop her and starts pounding her pussy, making her moan as he drives her into the mud. "Back then she was a holiday oppressor, but I put her in her place sure and certain. You could ask her, but I guess bein' fucked pretty much every waking hour for goin' on twenty years ain't so good for the brain. But, who cares, she still knows her place."\n\nOh yes, your now constantly fuck-addled brain acknowledges as your son shoves deep into your fat pink piggy pussy and knocks you up for the who-knows-how-manyeth time. You definitely know your place.\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving</b> end - <i>Fuckpig</i>

"Y'know, guys, I'm right in the middle of an initiation I'm doing. Sort of, y'know, trying to prove my worth to be a member...?"\n\nThe guards exchange a glance, then look back at you, seeming singularly unimpressed. "You and every third nobody in this glittering white town. So what?" one of them grunts.\n\n"Just that it means that the Church of Markala is keeping a really close eye on me. Like, right now. And seeing everything that goes on around me. Y'know, the church that's in good standing, and one of their tenants is that they don't like bullies...?" you say in a leading tone, leaning in towards them just a bit.\n\nThey both stare at you blankly for a second... then almost simultaneously blanch as your meaning apparently hits them both at the same time. "Ah, well, since you apparently weren't informed of any new fees, of course we'll just go ahead and waive those," one guard says, quickly stepping back to his side of the gate.\n\n"Yes, yes, in fact we might want to speak to our captain ourselves, make sure we understood correctly when we heard about those taxes," the other says, nodding his head vigorously. "Please, go ahead, good sir."\n\nThe well-dressed man looks relieved, giving you a grateful nod before returning to his carriage. You step aside and wait for the carriage to come through before giving the guards a last glance and heading on down the street, imagining you can feel the men's eyes glaring daggers at your back. Well, as long as they don't try to stick actual ones in there. \n\nYou're rounding a corner and almost bump into Jaina, who's standing there waiting, a small smile on her face. "Good work. I've heard you managed to defuse a situation of bullying without needing to engage in violence or bluster. If so, nicely handled."\n\n"Well, way I figure it most bullies are afraid of the people above them knowing and actually caring what they're doing, so that was easy enough," you reply with a grin.\n\n"According to Miriya, you've passed your rites so well that Markala says you only have one more to go," Jaina continues, resting a hand lightly on your back and guiding you to join her in walking down the street. The light is starting to fade in the sky as the two of you walk... looks like you've actually been wandering around the city a little longer than you thought. \n\n"Is it a tough one?"\n\nJaina actually laughs quietly at that. "In some ways it's the easiest, and the hardest. It's the Rite of Indulgence."\n\nYou can't help but grin now. "That doesn't really sound too bad?"\n\n"It isn't and it is," Jaina allows as the two of you turn a corner and start walking down a street that has a lot of signs that sound like great fantasy pub and tavern names... probably because they're pubs and taverns, you'd guess from the noises and smells coming from the occasional open doorway you pass. "The idea is to celebrate with your whole heart, denying yourself nothing that you truly want... but the trick is to manage your indulgence, and not tip over the edge into <i>over</i>indulgence."\n\n"So it's a test of my ability to moderate myself?" You do have to admit that you're now slightly worried. You may have one or two impulse control issues... you did, after all, meet Jaina because you decided to run through a dangerous forest due to being in a hurry to get to a sumptuous halfling dinner. (... Oh, hey, you never did let Bellweather know what happened to you, that was kind of rude. Oh well, not much to be done now.) \n\n"Don't worry about it. Just do what makes you feel good," Jaina urges as the two of you come to a tavern whose sign reads, perhaps appropriately enough, 'The Rite of Indulgence'. "Eat, drink, be merry, take some company for the night if that's where your mood leads, and most of all, enjoy life," she concludes as she pushes the door open and ushers you in.\n\nAlmost instantly a cheer goes up, and you blink at the mildly crowded tavern interior. Most of them are people you don't recognize, obviously, but Miriya's there holding a pair of tankards, and when you start looking for it you can see that the rest (diverse in both body and method of dress) are all wearing Markala's holy symbol. Miriya bounces over to you, rather impressively not spilling more than a few foam bubbles, and holds out one of the drinks to you. "Congratulations, Cyan! You did so well! Tonight we revel in your honor!" she adds while raising her voice slightly, which earns another cheer from the rest.\n\nYou have to admit that sends quite a warm feeling through you, and with a broad grin and a toast, you take a gulp from your tankard. Phew! Maybe you should have sipped! You were expecting something more like the (small handful of) beers you'd tried back in your world... while this is nowhere near as potent as the stuff the old man was drinking this morning, it's definitely way thicker than the beer you've had before, and has a sort of woodsy, almost spicy flavor to it. Still, it's <i>really</i> good, and you take another gulp of it even as you're being brought a plate full of roasted chicken pieces to take your pick from.\n\nYou continue to drink and eat through the evening. Some of the shows you've watched and books you've read had lead you to believe that there wasn't a whole lot to food before modern day innovations, but that's definitely not true here. Some of the chicken's been coated with a glaze not entirely unlike soy sauce, maybe just a bit more on the sour side, and there's things like chili-seasoned nuts and garlic potato fries as well. There's even fried cheese! Eventually, your belly is pleasantly full and your head is pleasantly fogged, and you find yourself sitting near the fire, warm and feeling a sort of happy sensation all over your skin... well, it's probably the best way to describe the buzz you've got going, anyway.\n\nHm... but there's something... you don't feel like you're quite done... there's something else you want to do... \n\n<hr>\n[[Approach Jaina.|GGMonk1x17]]\n\n[[Approach Miriya.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Approach a guy.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Eat and drink some more.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just go to bed.|GGMonk]]

You give your head a quick shake, feeling disgusted with yourself. Liam's basically your best friend, the very idea of betraying his trust and stealing from him just to buy some clothes and impress your girlfriend makes you disgusted with yourself. Instead you decide to discuss the issue of how to proceed with Alexa with him, hoping maybe he'll have some alternative advice.\n\n"Break up with her," Liam says solemnly the next day.\n\n"Not... the advice I was looking for," you murmur a bit sourly as you look down at your milkshake.\n\n"If you knew what advice you wanted you shouldn't have asked me, you should've given it to yourself," Liam points out, also actually pointing at you as he spoons up some of his strawberry shake. "But my advice is that if it's not going anywhere and you think the only way to push forward is to change yourself, then it's better to have a clean break."\n\n"But it's just dressing up a bit..."\n\n"Is it, or is it you changing who you are for her? I mean, do you like how you dress?"\n\nYou nod slowly. That's one of the things you've become more comfortable with over the last few months, discarding the idea of needing to dress to look more masculine, just wearing what appeals to you, even if it does wind up looking 'girly' on you. Seen that way, maybe it is moving backwards towards a you you're more and more happy to move on from. "But I really like her," you hedge, sighing heavily.\n\n"Do you really like <i>her</i>, or do you just like being in a relationship?" Liam asks cuttingly.\n\nAnd after a great deal of consideration on the question, you're forced to admit he's right. You do enjoy Alexa's company, you do think she's a nice person, but you're not in love with her, and if the relationship's not going to move forward and be what you want, it's better to be honest about that. You square your shoulders and resolve to have an adult discussion with her, and while there are some hurt feelings it ends in a hug and the two of you amicably parting ways. You decide that maybe it's best for now to focus on your schoolwork and the new direction you're starting to find with your life than on a relationship for now.\n\nWhich is where the next hurdle crops up, just before summer.\n\n"You're really saying I can't transfer into the course without going on this trip?" you ask, trying to keep the plaintiveness out of your voice.\n\n"Your work is extremely amateur but shows promise, but taking a transfer at this point is practically not done," the art professor answers, folding her hands on the desk. "If you really want to pursue a major in this field, starting on artistic aspirations this late, you need to show a willingness to go the extra mile. This artistic tour of Europe is the way to do that. I expect it of all of my exceptional students, or someone who wants to be given the same privileges of one. So, let me know within the week if you're going to be able to attend."\n\nYou scowl as you slump along the sidewalk outside. A no-expenses-paid trip of Europe, having to pay the expenses for the hotels and meals and museum entries the professor expects you to use, not to mention travel costs. It's a lot, a <i>lot</i> of money, and apparently if you actually want to get any traction on pursuing a degree in art, you have to come up with it from somewhere.\n\nYou wince a little as it feels like Liam's room key actually warms in your pocket. Seriously? But... but again, it's not like you'd actually be telling anyone, right? ... Sure it's the same fundamental betrayal of trust, and you'd probably have to explain to <i>some</i>one where the money came from, especially if you had to sell a coin... or three... but really, is it such a big deal?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[It's definitely a big deal.|GwynLiam5x4]]

This time the robot arm that moves over is very large and obviously specially designed... it looks like a full machine in its own right, with straps, poles, and other things you can't even piece together without seeing them in action. Of course, you don't have to wait very long as the length of the device is fitted along the length of the cowgirl's back, restraint clamps fastening around her middle between her tits and udder and making a loud *klak* that indicates they've locked into place. Her arms are lifted up and fitted into bindings on the back of the thing, her ankles lifted up and moved to fasten into manacles on the ends of bars, keeping her legs bent and spread wide as she's lifted into the air, her ass and pussy exposed and with her udder and breasts dangling down. Part of the top of the thing swings down behind her, clamping her tail in a hole and moving a pair of poles into position, then gradually sliding them into her pussy and ass, the cowgirl mooing in surprise and pleasure as the gleaming chrome lengths disappear inside her holes. Then they begin pumping in and out, a quiet pneumatic hiss sounding as they set up a literally mechanical fucking pattern.\n\nNow more arms with needles swing down, six in total this time, sliding the thin metal lengths into the tips of the cowgirl's nipples and teats. This time her mooing is more in protest, the noises she makes of mingled pleasure and discomfort as the hoses begin pumping their viscous, glowing payload. Her tits and udder gradually swell, both gradually growing taut and glowing faintly as they're filled to capacity and then some. The animal-woman that used to be Callie squirms in her bonds, sounding like nothing more than a cow that desperately needs to be milked. Then the arms with needles pull out and glide away, instead replaced by one that begins sliding clear, long plastic domes over her teats and fatter, wider ones over the ends of her breasts.\n\n"No!" you protest in a panic, thrashing in your restraints. But one of the robot arms wraps a restraint hand around the back of your head, forcing it to be still and pushing your chin downward, making you open your mouth. You gag as a long, slick tube is pushed into your mouth and forced down your throat, shuddering at the feel of it going down until it seems like it must be in your stomach. Then the arms manipulate you forward, pushing you into the same bent-over position as Callie had been in. You wriggle futilely in your bonds as the arms binding the horseman walk him over towards you, his cock regaining full hardness as he realizes he's apparently about to be put to use again. Once he's behind you and out of sight, you hear more whirring, and then feel something broad and wet pressing up against your pucker.\n\nYou try to scream in protest as the horseman is apparently guided to your asshole instead, but nothing comes out around the tube but a muffled 'hnnnn!' You hear the click of his restraints popping open and feel his big hands grab your waist only an instant before he thrusts in, his fat horsedick spreading you open and sliding deep inside with the lubricating power of three different substances. Your eyes roll up in your head instantly at the intensity of the sensation, the massive equine shaft taking your anal virginity, his softball-sized balls pressing up against your still virgin cunt. He begins fucking you without any pause, either, rocking your body with the force of your thrusts, making you bite down on the tube.\n\nA new clicking and rushing noise forces you to try and focus your eyes front. The cowgirl's milking pumps have started up! Pale green and less glowing liquid is sliding out of them and down the tubes, obviously somewhat diluted with actual milk. You don't get to taste it, however, as it passes through the tube and starts filling your stomach directly with tingling warmth. Gradually the broad-ended bulge of the horse cock pumping into your ass begins to become indistinct as your belly is pumped full of milk, rounding out. Of course, you can also feel your breasts getting heavier and starting to wobble underneath you... must be the leftover mutagen on the horseman's cock.\n\nYour ass begins to plump and round out too, as well as your hips, your shoulders getting a bit narrower... in all your body starts to take on a somewhat pear shape, the horseman having to shift his grip to your plumping thighs as your waist grows too broad, though he seems to enjoy the way his hips slap against your fat buttocks to judge by his renewed vigor and eager whinnies. Your calves actually grow thinner, starting to turn yellow and almost scaley as a prickly sensation all over the rest of your body heralds the arrival of snowy white feathers pushing their way out.\n\nAs the cowgirl's tits and udder are finally pumped dry, dangling somewhat more limply than before, the tube is extracted from your mouth, which has begun to lengthen and harden around the rubber length. Your head is released and allowed to bob around, thrashing some before you find it beginning to automatically correct for the impacts of the horseman pounding away at your big butt. You try to think, try to focus as you watch your extended mouth curve downward and harden as it turns yellow. Desperate, you try to plead for mercy. "Buk! Bukbuk!" Your eyes widen, before starting to shift and become beadier. "Buckaw!" you cry in despair as the horseman's bestial fucking finally wrings an orgasm from your transforming body, pleasure rushing through your pear-shaped chicken body and your massive udder-like white-feathered boobs.\n\nAfter that, it doesn't take long as the next several orgasms start to wipe out what's left of your diminishing mind, your brain shrinking to more fowlish proportions. You reflexively try to hold onto the last of your rational thought as you feel something shift within you... could there be hope? Could you change back into... whoever, whatever you were before, which you can't really remember anymore? Then you feel that pressure increase, along with it a pleasurable sensation of something sliding along your pussy walls, something smooth spreading them wide open... on its way out. The horseman's balls slap and rub against the smooth white egg as it pokes out of your still slightly human pussy, and then spreads it fully before thocking to the floor, firm enough to survive the trip and wobble around with a sound like a dropped frying pan.\n\n"Buckaw!" you cluck at laying your first egg, the last real sentient thoughts leaving your beady black eyes as the horseman starts flooding your ass with a load of unaltered equine cum.\n\nEe-yi-ee-yi-oh!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Game Over.|Sauria7xEnd]]

A few minutes later, which you suspect was the brain raptors admiring their work and letting you suffer as you watched the results, some of the robot arms on the ceiling buzz into motion again. One slides downward, wrapping a clutching arm shaped vaguely like a centipede around the horseman's jutting dick. He whinnies in protest, then even louder as another robot arm lowers and slides a thin, blunt-tipped hose into the hole in the tip, starting to push it in gradually, causing a bulge in the lower part of the shaft that shows its progress.\n\n"W-what're they doing to him?!"\n\n"Hm, not sure," Callie murmurs, actually seeming quite interested as she squints at the strange activities. The hose is hooked to the grasping-arm, presumably to help hold it in place, before glowing green fluid begins sliding down the clear length, disappearing into the former Jane's dick. "A further alteration, perhaps? I... oh, wait!" She leans forward as well as she can in her restraints, then grins happily as if having figured it out. "Observe his testicles."\n\nBlushing a little despite what you've already seen at that command, you nevertheless look down. You can see that the horseman's balls are indeed swelling and growing larger... and larger! Whatever that stuff is, it must be adapting them to allow them to get so big, because in moments they've turned from baseballs to softballs, and they're still growing! In fact they've grown so large that the skin is taut, veins throbbing visibly, the horseman's balls actually glowing green through his fur. Finally, when they're roughly the size of cantaloupes and look like they almost can't take any more, the hose retracts out and the gripper unclips. Almost immediately his cock begins oozing a steady stream of glowing green.\n\n"I believe they intend to utilize him as the delivery system for the next transformation, you see, they're oop!" Callie cuts herself off, sounding almost giddy as she's swung around so that her ass faces towards the horseman. Her arms are pulled back and over her back and she's forced to bend over, making her tits dangle down below her slightly. "Apparently I'm next," she continues genially, looking over her shoulder as the horseman is turned to face her, his snorts and struggles in his restraints immediately increasing. Looking back at you, Callie gives an easy nod. "Nice knowing you! Goodbye!"\n\nThe clamps around the horseman's wrists and ankles pop open, allowing him to drop to the floor with a loud *clop* of hooves on tile. The beast that used to be your companion immediately rushes forward, plunging his cock into her pussy like the thrust of a tribesman's spear. From the loud, wet squelching noise it makes and Callie's squeal of excitment, it sounds like watching the earlier transformation actually turned her on. The former Jane grabs Callie's waist and begins pounding into her like a mad thing, tossing his head and whinnying exultantly, his enormous glowing balls slapping against her. \n\n"Oh, oh, oh, he's so big, he's so big!" Callie yowls happily, her eyes rolling up in her head and her tongue lolling out. "I can feel it squirting inside me, it's hot and it's tingly and it just keeps flowing, it's like he's cumming inside me all the time!" She tosses her own head excitedly, squealing in glee at being raped by the transformed woman. "I'm changing, I can feel myself changing!" she adds, and sure enough you can see her tits starting to swell and dangle further downwards, swaying more heavily beneath her as she's fucked. "It feels sooooo good, you're going to love it! My brain's going all thick and cloudy and dumb and I love it it so good it feel reeeeal good!"\n\nHer stream of lewd commentary trails off into wordless cries of pleasure as her tits continue to grow, a small pair of horns starting to poke up out of her hair and her ears to lengthen and droop. Her face begins to push out into a more square muzzle as fur begins growing outward from her back, starting to cover her skin in white with black patches. Past the swaying, increasing mass of her tits, you can see her belly beginning to pudge out and turn pink. At first you think she's just growing fatter, but then it pooches further down and begins to grow four long, thick bulges, even as her actual nipples thicken and lengthen as well.\n\nCallie's squeals and yowls of pleasure gradually start to sound less human and more like animal grunts and long, lowing noises. "Moooo!" she howls out gleefully, the sound turning from a human just saying the word 'moo' to an actual cow's moo somewhere in the middle. You try to look away from the almost hypnotic sway of her tits and udder and see the little nub of her tail form above her fattening ass and squarish hips, lengthening out and growing a nice tuft of hair at the end. When the horseman finally thrusts forward and lets out the longest, loudest whinny yet, emptying his balls of the rest of the mutagenic ooze, the changes complete rapidly, Callie's feet swiftly altering into hooves and her fingers taking on that somewhat hooflike appearance as well, her face completing its change into that of a bovine.\n\nThe cowgirl moos contentedly, even as the horseman steps back, pulling his cock out of her. The clamp-arms grab his wrists again, but he doesn't seem to want to move again quite yet, his cock bent downward at a slight angle, dripping a mixture of mutagen, horseman jizz, and cowgirl cum.\n\nYou shudder as you look at the cowgirl's happy, blank, animal-like face and its empty brown eyes. Callie wasn't exactly all there to begin with, you highly doubt anything of her personality or self survived the apparently orgasmic change. Which now leaves you completely alone... and wondering what your own fate is.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Sauria7x12]]

"Go from here, Akaros," you declare dramatically, swinging your hand out to indicate the land beyond. "Never set foot on the lands of my family again. I bid you seek out your own fortune with the power left to you. If you are strong enough, establish your own original holdings, so they can never be taken from you."\n\n"Yes! Yes, my lord, thank you! Thank you!" Akaros gushes, bobbing his head excitedly, then scrambling to his much more petite hooves and scampering off.\n\n"Jami! We really did it!" Mallory squeals as he runs over and throws his arms around your neck. "We took back our family home!"\n\n"Hmph. I could have done it much more quickly," Hax grumbles aloud.\n\n"And our master would have gained nothing but the castle and a dead demon lord," Guyid says back in a snide tone. "As opposed to the large influx of energy he now possesses."\n\n"Bah."\n\nThe two of you (four of you?) set off down the bridge, towards the open gate of the castle. As you get closer, a figure dressed in black and white comes out to stand at the edge of the drawbridge, bowing as you and Mallory approach. It's a demoness with pale blue skin and short backswept horns that start just above and in front of her ears, outfitted in a maid uniform that includes a small white cap to cover her hair. You're surprised how relatively modest the maid's outfit is... the skirt barely even shows her ankles! (Though those look sheathed in white stockings, in black shoes.) A pair of small round spectacles with no earpieces are perched on her nose, and stay in place as she bows low at the waist.\n\n"Greetings. I am Aya, the head maid of this castle, and now your property, Master."\n\n"Oooo! Big brother, she's super pretty! Let's stuff both our cocks in her ass!" Mallory chirps happily, clasping his hands together as his eyes sparkle.\n\n"Ah, maybe later," you caution him.\n\nIf Aya is fazed at all by your apparent plans for her, she doesn't show it, seeming unflappable as she straightens up. "I will of course continue on in my capacity as head maid and manager of your day-to-day affairs, if you so wish. There is plentiful staff here, including several cooks, cleaning staff, masters of horse and hound, a blacksmith, a full house guard, and assorted sex slaves."\n\n"All this for just one Demon Lord?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"And his family, Master. Excuse me, Masters," she adds, bowing first to you again, then to Mallory. "His wife, the Lady Iskara, has already left. I'm afraid she declared her marriage nullified when it became obvious to her that you were going to defeat her husband, and she was thus not yours to claim at the time of his defeat, nor were the money and items she took, so those are now hers. His daughter, however, Miss Keraberos, was in her room and is now yours to do with as you wish. She has thus far locked herself inside and refuses to come out. Do you have any orders regarding her, Master?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have her evicted.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Have her dragged before you.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Let her be for now.|QOInc]]

"Cool, let's head in," you agree, swinging off of your horse and moving to tie it up.\n\n"We needa be careful, though, places like this can be breeding grounds for Gobberlins," Yuli notes as she ties up her pony as well and does a brief check of the pouches on her knife belt.\n\n"Goblins?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.\n\n"No, Gobberlins. What, you've never heard of 'em?" Yuli looks over at you, snorting a bit before continuing. "They look kinda like goblins, yeah, but they're a bit shorter and spindlier. Alone or even just three or four of them they're waaay less dangerous than even one goblin would be, you could probably just step on 'em like they were a big bug. Problem is that they're never alone, if you see one you know there's a few dozen within arm's reach. They're dangerous 'cause they swarm."\n\n"Alright, so that in mind, we'd better go in prepared. Since I can pick them off before they get to us, I'll go first," Orlin says. "Yuli can throw knives too so she can come up right behind me. Cyan, you follow behind us, and Aerienne can stay in the rear where it's safest."\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|GGMonk8x5]]\n\n[[That marching order needs tweaking.|GGMonk]]

"Alright, let's go," you agree, shifting a bit to fall into step behind Yuli, and doing your best to be careful with your stride. You somehow suspect she's used to having her heels stepped on by taller people and it probably won't do a lot for your budding friendship to do so.\n\nSoon the light of the entrance fades away, and Orlin ties what looks like a glowing coin of some kind to his shoulder for light, Aerienne summoning a little ball of floating brilliance that hovers a bit behind her for additional lighting. You pass by several branches and split-offs, but Orlin always seems to know where he's going, so you don't really question why. You do notice Yuli sort of glancing at some of the side passages every so often, seeming a little nervous the deeper you go. Then suddenly she whispers, "Hey, Orlin, did you hear that?"\n\n"Hm?" He stops, frowning a bit as he glances over his shoulder at her, then tilts his head a bit to listen. Finally though he shrugs. "No. Don't be so tense, Yuli. There's not a single sign of Gobberlins anywhere."\n\nAs if on cue, there's a noise like a wasp's hive as what might be several dozen small arrows pepper into the front of Orlin's body, a good number of them in his throat. As his body topples backward Yuli lets out a scream, which turns into a yell of "Gobberlins!" as the creatures come pouring out of the darkess ahead, chattering and squealing. They're each only about three feet high, most maybe less, with rather scrawny bodies but more bulbous heads with craggy faces that are mostly chin and teeth. Yuli throws two knives, pinning a pair of Gobberlins to the ground like dead butterflies, but by then many more have reached you and her. They immediately begin leaping onto you, clinging to your legs and clawing and biting, trying to scramble up your body. They're weak, barely able to do more than scratch the bare parts of your skin or start tearing your clothing a bit, and every time you punch or kick one it practically pulps it, Yuli's knives similarly cleaving right through them. The only problem is that despite killing them easily, more and more are coming, like the entire tunnel network ahead is full of them just pouring out of this one pathway like a spigot.\n\n"What do I do?!" Aerienne yelps, drawing back from the encroaching swarm as some of them start slipping by you and Yuli.\n\n<hr>\n[["Run!"|GGMonk8x6]]\n\n[["Fireball!"|GGMonk10x1]]

"Run! We've gotta get out of here!" you call, grabbing another Gobberlin off of you and throwing it against the wall.\n\nAerienne nods frantically and turns, starting to flee back the way the three of you came... only to give a shriek as Gobberlins swarm out of the tunnel from that direction as well, practically washing over her and bearing her to the ground. Yuli cries out her name, the distraction enough for the Gobberlins that have surrounded her to leap on her, multiple impacts enough to knock her to the ground. You turn and try to run as well, but apparently the Gobberlins surrounding you were waiting for that and have focused on grabbing at and clinging to your legs, and you topple to your knees jarringly, the impact and several more Gobberlins tackling against your back enough to drive your upper half to the floor, knocking your head against the stone hard enough to stun you for a second. That's all it takes for Gobberlins to leap on your arms and lower legs to pin you, one of them quickly climbing up onto your raised ass and tearing open the seat of your pants.\n\n"Hey! StAAHHH!" you cry as it thrusts its cock into your virgin asshole. Its member isn't particularly long or thick (other than in proportion to its small, ugly body), but it immediately begins thrusting incredibly fast, like a rabbit pumping into its mate, the feeling of that slim green cock pumping into you so rapidly keeping you off-balance, rendering your struggles ineffective even if you didn't have probably a dozen cackling, shrieking little Gobberlins holding you down. You grit your teeth, turning to try and see the others.\n\nAerienne was the one who'd gotten swarmed the most so you look to her first. The Gobberlins have got her down on the floor and torn her robes off, completely baring her voluptious body, likewise holding down her arms and legs (though fewer of them seem to be doing so). Though one lone Gobberlin is between her full thighs and pumping away at her pussy just as rapidly as you're getting your ass fucked, many more of them seem to have focused on her large, voluptuous tits, rubbing their pricks against them quickly, some even thrusting against the yielding flesh and indenting it, smearing them all over with thin pre. "N-no, stop, stop!" the priestess calls, though her voice is rather breathy and shaky... the combination of the almost vibratory fucking and all that stimulation of her clearly sensitive tits must be getting to her.\n\nYuli's not quite so "lucky", though. Though she too has largely been stripped naked and is being held down on her back, the Gobberlins are mostly ignoring her lower body. You remember Orlin teasing that she had a big mouth... well, apparently it's true since not just a single Gobberlin is high-speed fucking it, but three, clustered around her head and chaotically thrusting their slender pricks into her stretched lips. "Mgk! Gk, gk, glk!" Yuli struggles and thrashes, almost constantly making muffled noises of protest as the trio of monsters facefuck her at speed, her cheeks bulging with the outlines of their dicks as they use her face-hole.\n\n"Ghk! Stop!" you call suddenly as the Gobberlin inside you thrusts in hard and starts spurting a surprisingly large load deep into your ass. It's only three gushes or so but you can feel it seeping into you and then leaking out as it leaps away. It's quickly replaced by two of its brethren, and you give another cry as both of them push into your ass at once, then start thrusting with nothing even resembling coordination, both of them just frantically speedfucking your ass as if they were the only one using it. The addition of another cock and a dose of thick, slimey cum seems to be having an overwhelming effect on your body... despite all sane thought, you can actually feel your pussy starting to dampen where it's still half-covered by the leather of your pants, and your body heating and reacting even as it's jostled by their rapid thrusts and your own struggles.\n\n"H-hyaaaa!" Aerienne calls as the Gobberlin fucking her pussy thrusts forward and unloads into her, which seems to prompt the ones cock-slapping her tits to do the same, liberally coating the large, pale orbs with their jizz. It's a little hard to see from here, but are they... getting bigger? They certainly seem to be jiggling more as another Gobberlin takes over fucking her pussy. But you think there definitely must be some kind of change since more Gobberlins step forward to start molesting her tits, but this time two of them practically straddle the large, gooey globes. "W-what are you doing? Wait, wait that won't, you can't, you KYAAAAAAA!" the priestess cries as the Gobberlins actually push their pricks into her nipples, the stiff pink nubs spreading around the slender green shafts. Soon her boobs are jiggling more frantically than ever as the pair of monsters literally titfuck her, Aerienne's pleas rapidly turning to gibberish as her eyes roll and her tongue lolls.\n\n"GLLLLLMF!" Yuli cries as all three of the Gobberlins fucking her mouth thrust in and cum at once, a small geyser of jizz spurting out around their pricks and splattering all over her face. Even as three more take their places, giving only a brief glimpse of Yuli trying desperately to swallow some of the huge pool of cum filling her mouth before she drowns in it, other Gobberlins are hauling her slender legs forward, bending her practically in half so that her bared pussy and ass are pointing at the ceiling. In no time at all both holes have a pair of Gobberlin dicks pumping into them rapidfire, Yuli's muffled, gurgling cries turning more frantic than ever.\n\n"Nnnnh, nnnh, d-don't do it, don't, hey dooooOHHHHHH!" you groan out, your own eyes rolling as the pair of Gobberlins thrust into you and fill your ass with a double load of cum, your body shuddering in involuntary orgasm at the sensation of so much hot cum flooding your ass, spurting out over your butt, and dribbling down over your pussy. You're trembling too hard to even offer token struggles as the Gobberlins tear off the rest of your clothes, for the moment still leaving your virgin pussy untouched (albeit thoroughly cum-coated) even as another pair of Gobberlins start fucking your upraised ass, and a third clambers up to push in along with them.\n\nFrom that moment on it's just a constant assault of Gobberlins fucking you, rubbing their cocks against you, cumming in you and all over you. They eventually get around to fucking your pussy, and once they do it always seems to have at least two cocks pumping away in it, pounding you in the same rapid-fire assault they always use, the same for your stretched lips and overfilled ass. The Gobberlins seem to have a true talent for crowding in and positioning themselves so that more of them should have access to your holes than seems possible... which you vaguely notice that Aerienne has discovered at one point, the priestess looking glassy-eyed and lust-crazed as she jerks off a pair of Gobberlins while more of the little monsters fuck each of her nipples, the once perfect and beautiful pink nubs now stretched around three green shafts each like the gaping, lewd fuckholes they've become. You can't even catch sight of Yuli in passing moments of clarity, just faint signs of a somewhat short girl-shaped mass completely covered by fondling, thrusting Gobberlins.\n\nYou're not sure how long the massive gangrape continues... you have the vague sense that it's at least several days, with your diet over those days consisting entirely of copious amounts of Gobberlin jizz. You fade in and out of something vaguely like coherence, often just existing in a state where your entire world consists of the cocks rubbing against you and thrusting inside you. Somewhere in there is the memory of a Gobberlin pushing into your ass, followed by another, and another, and another, and another, before all five begin beastfucking your overstretched hole like their tiny little rapacious lives depended on it, leaving you cumming so hard you probably didn't count as a sentient creature for awhile. You know you fade in and out of consciousness completely a few times, each time passing out with the feeling of cocks pumping away in your holes, and each time waking up in an entirely new position with more cocks pounding you.\n\nBut eventually a long, long period of darkness consumes you, and when you come around, you're actually... not being fucked. It takes you a minute for this to process, your brain slowly rebooting until you can sit up and take stock of the situation. You look like you're in a small cave with a single torch lit and stuck in one of the handful of seemingly natural holes in the wall, and a rickety-looking wooden door shoved into place over what's the only real exit. You're sticky and smeared all over, your hair matted... there's probably not a single millimeter of you that's not entirely coated with Gobberlin cum. You also notice that you've... changed. Your tits are easily twice the size they used to be, and just at a glance your hips seem rounder and your ass a little bigger where you're sitting. Similar changes seem to have affected Yuli and Aerienne, who are lying nearby... Yuli, who'd been barely an A-cup and with sleek little hips and legs, now has what are almost D-cups that jiggle as you give her a shake, the rest of her body having grown similarly voluptuous. As Aerienne groans and sits up, her now truly massive tits wobble and shift heavily, hanging down almost to her bellybutton, though any change to her already rather sex-bomb like figure seems less pronounced.\n\n"G-geez... what's happened to us?" Yuli asks once she's had a moment to recover, lifting her enlarged tits and giving them a squeeze, then letting out a loud gasp of apparent surprise at how sensitive they are.\n\n"Gobberlin cu-... ejaculate must be some sort of metamorphic agent... perhaps to prime our bodies for the actual breeding that would follow their initial... coupling," Aerienne suggests, blushing brightly as she rests her hands atop her now truly massive mammaries. "Since they no doubt require their host-mothers to birth many, many Gobberlins in a single go, they must want to make us as... fertile and receptive as possible first."\n\n"O-oh geez, that means they're gonna be back and..." Yuli trails off, swallowing loudly... but you're fairly certain you see her tongue flick unconsciously over her lips before she continues. "So, like... what do we do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Escape.|GGMonk8x7]]\n\n[[Stay and get bred.|GGMonk]]

"Obviously we have to get out of here," you say, pushing yourself up to your feet and offering Aerienne your hands. You haul her up, and though she wobbles a little at the jiggling of her tits, she doesn't seem to be having any problems with the actual weight at least. "Somehow. Let's look at our options."\n\nYuli looks around the room, then mms. "Well, it looks like at least a couple of these holes in the wall could lead somewhere, maybe, and we might be able to squeeze out through them."\n\n"Ah, you might, Yuli, assuming they don't get even smaller further in, but what about the rest of us?" Aerienne asks. "But I don't know about the rest of us. Especially since Cyan and I... well..." She gestures at her giant tits.\n\n"Yeah, but haven't you noticed how much stretchier and squishier we are now?" Yuli asks, doing a few knee-bends that see her little bare pussy almost brush against the floor, making both you and Aerienne stare. "I bet even with these we could still fit through them." She walks over to Aerienne and places her hands against the undersides of the priestess's massive mammaries before pushing, the flesh indenting and allowing her fingers, hands, and most of her forearms to disappear into them.\n\n"H-hnnyaaa! P-please don't do that!" the woman squeaks as Yuli draws away, the little rogue quickly hiding a smirk.\n\n"Not the greatest option, but I guess it'd be better than staying here." You consider the holes, then look at Aerienne. "What about you, do you have any spells that could get us out of this?"\n\n"I don't seem to have any spells at all right now, unfortunately," the priestess replies, hanging her head a bit. "They must have been... holding... us for some time. I would need some time to cleanse myself and focus properly before praying for new spells, and I'm not sure we have the opportunity or time." She pauses, then adds, "Well, there is one spell that I always have. A summoning spell."\n\n"Could it defeat the Gobberlins and get us out of here."\n\n"Quite likely, but... well, I've mentioned that my magic can sometimes have costs associated with it, especially these 'bonuses'. So there would be some sort of price... I'm not sure what, it would likely vary depending on what sort of entity we summoned. But it could vary from something fairly small to something... life-changing."\n\nMan, magic from the gods definitely does seem to have its downsides, doesn't it? You consider that with a frown as you look over towards the door. You have to admit that part of you is tempted to just kick it down and fight your way out... if nothing else to prove to yourself that you really don't want to be here, getting fucked for days on end by thrusting cocks that gush pints of cum, despite your pussy plumping up and growing moist at the very thought.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the holes. ... In the wall.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Use Aerienne's summon.|GGMonk8x8]]\n\n[[Smash the door.|GGMonk]]

Deciding that Jakson will likely be taken up by the argument long enough for you to talk to the adventurers, you do a quick amble over to the table. "Ah, hey there," you say as their heads turn towards you, albeit trying to keep your voice down a bit. "My name's Cyan."\n\n"Ah, aren't you one of the trainees from that monastery nearby?" the near-naked elf asks, her ears perking up just a bit.\n\n"Yeah. Although I'm supposed to be thinking about my path, and... well, to be honest, I think I'd rather skip the whole 'life of honest poverty', if it's all the same," you say with a slightly sheepish tone.\n\nIt's the big guy with the axe who lets out a low chuckle. "Aye, I think I can understand not wanting to live destitute and celibate, girl. The boy is your keeper, yes?" At your shrug of 'yeah basically' he nods. "Then, let us leave money for our food and be off before he notices we've absconded with you."\n\nThe dwarf makes a face at that like he's not particularly pleased, but axe-man is apparently the leader since he doesn't say anything otherwise. The group stands and clusters around you lightly... and you shift a little more towards the elf as you notice the guy in leather moving to take up a position suspiciously perfect for putting his hand in range of your ass. They all lead you outside to a group of tied-up horses, where you again stick with the elf, mounting up behind her and resting your hands on her bare midriff as the lot sets out down the road.\n\n"I am Kovam, the most dangerous wild man on the continent," the axe-wielder declares once the small town is out of sight behind you. "You ride with Koliel Orangeleaf, archer of the woodlands. The tin pot on the pony is Hurgen Blackteeth of the Coalash Mountains, and that leering fool is Jor Graspfingers, a master thief and alley thug."\n\nHooboy they really are right out of an old DMG aren't they? "Ah, I'm Cyan, of... nowhere in particular, at the moment." After a moment, you feel compelled to add, "Ah, well, I mean, what with my beloved peasant village burning down when I was small."\n\n"Ah, yours as well?" Kovam notes with a glance over.\n\n"Someone really should do something about the flammable nature of human peasant villages," Hurgen grunts.\n\nMuffling a laugh since it doesn't seem appropriate, you say instead, "Anyway, I really appreciate getting me out of there. So, ah, where are we going?"\n\n"To Purnaster," Kovam replies. "There we outfit ourselves and ready for the challenge ahead. There will be many other fools there who seek to claim the prize we seek, but they will die and we shall live!"\n\nYou raise your eyebrows, waiting for more, but Kovam seems content to muse smugly on his impending victory. It's Koliel who looks over her shoulder at you and explains. "The Emperor of Dynasta has declared that whoever slays the Great Wyrm of Adamant Mountain shall have the rule of the lands that surround the mountain, from the Kinakchuk River to the White Sea. When Kovam was a child, he was told by a witch that one day he would rule a land as wild as he, and thus he believes that slaying the Wyrm is his destiny."\n\n"Most likely we instead go to our deaths," Hurgen grunts.\n\n"Possible, but someone needs to fell the beast," Koliel picks up. "In any event, Purnaster is one of the last outposts of civilization between here and the Kinakchuk River, likely it will be flooded with others seeking the prize."\n\n"If you have a mind to join us, we'll not turn down another warm body," Kovam interjects, proving he was listening. "But if your soul is not quickened by the adventure we seek, or perhaps you simply tire of Jor's eyes undressing you, we'll not demand you take to road with us. A wildman would see others be as free as he if they've the stomach for it, and you may come and go as you wish, so long as you do not turn your back upon us in peril like a coward."\n\nOkay, seems fair enough. The journey takes several days, during which you're more fully briefed on your companions' backstories, which are pretty standard stuff... Koliel was banished from her forest because she killed a sacred bear to protect her little sister, Hurgen seeks to reclaim his honor in battle because he broke dwarvish law by seeking help from elves to cure his little sister's illness, Jor was part of a thieves guild until a guild brother accosted his little sister and Jor stabbed him for it. Kovam, of course, has his burned peasant village and spending years afterwards as a child pit fighter (wow hey this world's found something more despicable than dogfighting, way to go). You do get sort of tired of Jor undressing you with his eyes, but Koliel seems to act as an effective buffer, you get the sense that Jor's a bit afraid of her. Kovam, despite his blunt demeanor and constant boasts of being a wildman, is a perfect gentleman in comparison. You get the sense from several of his glances that he'd like to undress you with more than his eyes, but at least they're just glances, not full-on leers, and he otherwise treats you with respect.\n\nEventually the city comes into view, a large thing built up around the banks of a river that splits it almost in two. The streets are bustling with an assortment of colorful characters that scream of all sorts of adventuring parties, ranging from the stereotypical (like the one you're currently with) to the more 'dungeonpunk' look you're familiar with to a few that look like they might be from other genres entirely. More people displaced like you are? You don't really get a chance to ask before they disappear into the crowd though. Eventually everyone dismounts, almost immediately beginning to wander off. Koliel lingers, digging a small pouch out of her saddlebags and offering it to you. "Here, take this."\n\nBlinking, you accept it, but start a bit at the feel of coins shifting inside. "Oh, hey, you don't have to-"\n\n"Go ahead, I don't need it, I already have everything I need. Kovam's paying for our rooms at the Fancy Horse Inn. At the very least you'll want to buy a horse of your own and some camping gear... or use it as you see fit. We depart in five days time, at sunrise. If you're not there at the Fancy Horse then, we'll assume you aren't coming." She smiles and reaches out to pat your cheek gently. "I have enjoyed our time together. Whether or not you join us, I wish you very well, and hope we may meet again someday."\n\nYou stare after her some as she takes her horse and heads off. Well. Glancing down at yourself, you decide that before you make any more decisions, you're going to get some new clothes... this gi wasn't terribly stylish when it was new and a few days on the road haven't improved it. You wander around for awhile until you find a shop that clearly caters to the style choices of adventurers, and eventually leave it wearing a new ensemble of a white tubetop (yup, boobs turned out to be even bigger than they looked unbound), tight black leather short-shorts that are so thin and fit like a second skin they might almost be embarrassing if they weren't so obviously popular with other adventurers, some light boots that come up to your knees, and a long, sleeveless blue coat with plenty of interior pockets, because you figure there's more than a few Jors out and about right now and you don't want to make them getting their hands on your money too easy.\n\nYou consider as you walk along. So far Kovam's group has been pretty decent to you... especially Koliel. You could [[stick with them|GGMonk11x1]] and see this thing through... although you get the sense Kovam isn't much interested in any plan beyond going directly at the dragon yelling a battle cry, since he feels it's his destiny to win. You're not sure you've got quiiiite as much confidence in his destiny as he does, but hey, y'never know. If you did want to still have a try at taking on the dragon, you could try to find a [[more powerful|GGMonk]] group, or at least a group [[with a better plan|GGMonk8x2]]. Or you could always just [[get out of here|GGMonk]]... just because you've been shanghaied into an adventure world doesn't mean you have to go on an adventure! Or at least accept the first plot hook to come along.

Eh, may as well poke through a bunch of overpriced globe-themed crap for awhile. Maybe you can find some equivalent of a three wolf moon shirt to wear ironically.\n\nWhen you stroll through the entrance into the vaguely spice-scented heavy AC of the store (which c'mon has gotta be slightly hypocritical on a few counts), you actually jump some as there's a sound of numerous jungle animals all making their most stereotypical noises over the backdrop of what has to be about a hundred rainsticks. A perky-lookinging blonde with a t-shirt bearing the store's logo stretched over her rather impressive rack practically materializes out of the racks of clothes, throwing a handful of Earth-print confetti over you. (Again you're not sure that's the most ecologically conscious thing, but.)\n\n"Congratulations!" the employee chirps. "You're the latest lucky winner of our Live Well!™ promotion here at Living Apparel! To celebrate our grand opening, randomly-selected customers are offered their choice of some items from our store!" She whips out a sheet of not particularly sightly recycled paper and holds it out to you. "Please, select any one item from the list! It's yours for free!"\n\nYou blink, then look over the list. Well, figures they wouldn't let you choose <i>anything</i> from the store, they've probably got a handful of super expensive items they can't afford to risk being given away for free. Still, it looks like a decent list, and each one has a small explanation under it.\n\n<center>[[All-Natural Bikini|GGLC]]\nMade only of substances found in nature and without killing a single creature, this bikini will have you feeling beach body ready in no time.\nYou won't want to take it off!\n\n[[Kind Kitty Kigurumi|GGLC]]\nThe fur isn't real, but it sure feels like it is, and once you have it on you'll feel like it's your own all-natural coat of fur!\nBecome closer to nature with this comfy onesie!\n\n[[Inksack|GGLC1x1]]\nThis backpack patterned after our cephalopodian friends is a real treat! Dyed with humanely-farmed squid ink, its tentacles hold a special surprise!\nBecome just a bit more squiddy yourself!\n\n[[Relax Wrap|GGLC]]\nThese all-natural cruelty-free wraps are lovely to wind yourself up in. Their textured interior and relaxing scent will soothe away every last thought!\nWarning, don't blame us if you forget to set your alarm because you want to enjoy them longer!\n\n[[Outer Space Undies|GGLC]]\nThey're out of this world! Or at least you might think they are from how great they feel to wear!\nShow your support for the idea of extraterrestrial life with these amazing underpants!\n\n[[Secret Prize Box Draw|GGLC2x1]]\nFeel lucky? Then why not try out the secret prize box! Filled with a wonderful assortment of products, you might even win\n<b>THE GRAND PRIZE!</b></center>\n\nHuh. It doesn't say exactly what the 'grand prize' is, so it can't be all that great. Still, you do love a risk, but then some of the items you can get for free sound fun too.

Hey, maybe this legendary monster killer will want to go get the artifacts too, who can say? Besides, the girl you overheard talking about that seems to have a similar fashion sense... she's wearing tight little leather shorts too, albeit brown ones, and a tight red leather top that's basically a strap around her lower chest and a collar with a flap going up over her pert little breasts. You suspect from the slightly pointy ears, the almost unearthly glow of her golden-brown (and otherwise short and unruly hair), and that she only comes up to your shoulder despite talking and acting like a (rather energetic) adult that she's probably a half-elf. You approach her and lean in on the bar, giving her a smile. "Hey there. Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I overheard you talking about hunting down some 'dragon slayer' guy." \n\n"Dragon <i>Destroyer</i>," the other woman answers, grinning a bit wickedly at you, green eyes glimmering. "I mean, how badass is that, huh? But yeah we've got some leads on this guy... if anyone would know the way to take out the Adamant Wyrm, he would. Doesn't make much sense to just go charging in yelling and try to stab him in the knee, huh?" She proffers a hand clad in a fingerless glove. "Yuli."\n\n"Cyan," you answer, shaking the hand. "Would someone who punches stuff real good possibly be of help to you?"\n\n"Sure! Well I mean I should probably ask everyone else, but c'mon, I'll show you over." Picking up her drink, she turns and leads the way over to a table where several other people are sitting, plopping down on the bench and waiting for you to join her. "Errybody, this is Cyan, she punches stuff real good. Cyan, that's Aerienne, Priestess of Aphora," she continues, gesturing to a pretty thirty-something woman in thin pink robes that show off a very generous chest, her long brown braid draped forward over one shoulder, her smile genuine as she gives you a wave, her eyes closing as she does. "And that's Orlin, he shoots stuff good."\n\n"I do in fact shoot stuff good," the handsome blonde man in brown and green leathers says with a grin. "Much as Yuli stabs stuff good, albeit also having a big mouth, as usual." He glances at the girl, who's now stuffing her big mouth with roast potato pieces, then shakes his head before continuing. "I assume, however, you agree with our assessment that just killing stuff good isn't sufficient to take on something like a dragon the size of a castle."\n\n"Which is why you wanna find this 'Dragon Destroyer' guy."\n\n"Right, though it's not easy, no one seems to know much of anything about him... not his homeland, his real name, any of it. Just that he does nothing but hunt down dragons and remove them without a trace... not even the corpses are left. He apparently even does this alone, but we're hoping that the potential of this quest can lure him into working with us."\n\n"Sounds like a plan to me. I mean, if you're okay with me coming along?" you add, glancing around.\n\n"Well, someone of your skills could certainly fill a gap we've noticed in our abilities," Aerienne says thoughtfully, putting a fingertip to her lip and glancing upward. Translation, they don't have a tank. "So I think it's a good idea, personally!" she adds with a chirp, holding up a finger.\n\n"Can you be ready to leave by midmorning tomorrow?" Orlin asks.\n\n"Should be able to, yeah."\n\nWith that settled, the four of you discuss a meeting place, and you then set off to outfit yourself for travel, including buying the camping supplies and horse that Koliel suggested. You consider tracking her down and giving her the rest back, but it sounded like she wasn't really expecting you to, and eventually you just use some of it to check into a decent inn for a meal and a good night's sleep before hitting the road again. The next day you meet up with the group and set out. This lot seems much less eager to leap into telling their tragic backstories... possibly because they don't actually have tragic backstories, you get the feeling these three are closer to normal people that happen to be adventurers. Mostly the one who wants to talk is Aerienne.\n\n"Aphora is the goddess of passion, and all things connected to passion, such as fire," she explains as your group makes its way through a fairly sparse forest. "It's actually quite wonderful, because I am capable of casting Fireball and other such spells without worrying about catching my allies, for through the mercy of Aphora those in my heart shall not be burned. Although... there are other side-effects of this," she adds with a bit of a blush. Since she doesn't seem inclined to explain further, you decide not to press, but the context does make you wonder, and suspect a little. \n\nIt actually doesn't take you long to arrive at the spot, just the second day out in late afternoon. Orlin swings off his horse and points at a mossy cave entrance nearby. "There were rumors of a green dragon that had made its lair in the caves below here... not a particularly large or fearsome one, but apparently enough to attract Dragon Destroyer's attention. We can start looking for clues to his location here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good!|GGMonk8x4]]\n\n[[Wait no.|GGMonk9x1]]

The longer she spends in that state of just-almost climaxing, the better a sense you have of all the fiery, flashy activity going on in her head, and it's only getting brighter. Why, it seems the easiest thing in the world to...\n\nYou wrap your legs around her, squeezing them to yank her into you balls-deep and hold her there at the exact moment you release your hold on her ability to orgasm. Her eyes roll up and her body trembles she starts spewing a truly impressive load of thick jizz into you... as you begin siphoning that bright energy out of her head. The good doctor's eyes continue to roll until they show almost entirely white, her orgasm getting more and more intense as she almost literally cums her brains out into you, her mental energy flowing into you in as heady and pleasurable a rush as her seed. Her body goes through a few last twitches as you finish consuming the last dregs of her entire sense of self, then stills for a moment... before her thrusting resumes, now even more mindless than before, more precisely like an animal's instinct-mechanical rutting.\n\nYou pull your tongue out of her throat and lay back, watching her in amusement. Her empty eyes stay partially rolled up, as if constantly experiencing an intense orgasm... which, of course, she is now that she doesn't have a mind to get in the way and has the influence of your body on her. Her mouth hangs open, tongue lolled out, and she makes soft, sub-bestial grunts and pants as she pumps into you. Just enjoying it for a bit, you lay back and close your eyes, appreciating the mindless fucking she's giving you in the same manner most would a massage, just with a few more orgasms thrown in. But eventually you shove her off of you, the mindless shemale flopping onto her back with a wobble of her tits, her cock sticking straight up in the air, twitching on its own and spurting a long streamer of cum into the air to splatter on her balls or belly.\n\nYou stand up and stretch luxuriously, then glance at the thoughtless, orgasming husk laying on the bed. On a whim, you give it a mental nudge, and it immediately staggers up to its feet. It stands slightly hunched, shoulders loose and arms dangling, tongue still lolled out and trailing a long strand of saliva, her cock now spurting forward onto the floor, your body chemistry apparently having given her a truly endless supply. How lovely! Leaving it where it is for now, you make your way out of the room. Luckily from devouring Maria Life's consciousness, you now know all her access codes, as well as the fact that she turned off the cameras because she was starting to be embarrassed by her reaction to you. A few of the locks require biometric identification, but changing your voicebox or fingerprints or retinas to match Maria's is easy enough.\n\nThe doors of the lab slide open, and Alexa Leone whirls around, eyes widening at the sight of you. There's a brief flare of aggression, the start of trying to formulate a response using the systems of her suit, but it quickly becomes muddled by an intense flare of lust. It has her hesitating, just staring at you as you calmly walk in and over to the chemical mixing computer designed by Maria. "You... what are you doing in here, Sam?"\n\n"Sam is such a boring name for someone so sexy, don't you think?" you muse aloud as you lean down to use the keyboard, your heavy tits swaying a little as they settle. "You don't really call temptation itself 'Sam' or 'Bob' or 'Lucy', do you? Hm... 'temptation itself', that's good, could be a little shorter..."\n\n"What are you... where is Maria?" she demands, trying to use anger to force rational thought through the arousal she's feeling... and not having a lot of luck, her face flushed, her body trembling slightly. You suspect that inside that tight, sealed suit it must be quite the jungle, very hot and wet and heavy on the smell.\n\n"Oh, she fucked me and came her brains out. Which I picked up, it's how I know to use this," you reply with a brief glance at her.\n\n"She... what? What do you mean she..." Trying to properly parse that in her state of mind is apparently beyond her... but scientific curiosity apparently can still win out. "What <i>are</i> you making?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A retrovirus.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[A transformative serum.|FemPalV8bx1]]\n\n[[An intensifier.|FemPalV8ax1]]\n\n[[A grape soda.|FemPalV]]

"Stronger... you say," Nyx echoes quietly, with a little bit of clicking and trilling in the background, but the actual words too neutral to judge.\n\n"Yeah... he's stronger." You lick your lips before continuing quickly, "Think about it, Nyx... who am I? A princess who couldn't cope with the stress of my sheltered, pampered little life and ran off. I've had all of a month and a half living in the real world and even that was with money and protection," you continue, building on what are mostly vague assumptions about Jeanne Quatra's life, but that you doubt Nyx really cares about the authenticity of as long as you make your case. "You're saying you like me because I'm smart, but how strong am I? If we're honest I almost broke right from the start, almost begged you not to," you admit, another shudder running through you. "Before you even did anything."\n\n"... But Orkin?" Nyx prompts, helmet tilting a bit to one side.\n\n"He's had a long life out in the rough parts of the galaxy to grow tough, to grow strong, to grow proud," you murmur. "He runs that station like a kingdom, and it's not the nice, orderly, obedient kingdom that I'm from. He's had to grow strong to survive, and he's got pride and an ego that mean he can't let anyone cross him or get the better of him. I mean, he hired <i>you</i> to come after... Cypher and the rest of us because Cypher crossed him, and not even a big deal, it was over an Ami and one bounty. He'd fight to the very last to keep from breaking, just to avoid denting his pride."\n\n"Mmm. Fresh, virgin territory is one thing, with a barely-touched brain giving a particularly sweet variety of agony, but... there is something to be said for savoring a very thoroughly seasoned meal as well." Nyx curls its fingers around the bottom of its faceplate. "Alright, my little veal shank, I'll forego you for the aged skirt steak. But just to keep you from feeling like you've played me, I've got one condition of this little playmate switch."\n\nUh-oh. ... Never in your life have you felt such an "uh-oh". "... What's that?"\n\n"Why, you have to help, of course." Nyx slips out of the chair-thing and clicks its way back over to you, leaning in close again to let you see yourself reflected in its faceplate, showing you your own blanche but also giving you a view of your naked, vulnerable body jutting out of the horror show of a wall that's still licking and swallowing and gulping at you constantly. "You have to torture and break and destroy Orkin with me. Won't that be fun, since he's your enemy? Why, you're not just going to get to view every single second of what you've sentenced him to, you're going to get to help!"\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Hel~pi~ng, hel~pi~ng, hel~pi~ng!</font>" Shubrath starts singing brightly.\n\n"You don't get to walk out of this ship and imagine that it was all over quickly, oh no, you're going to be right here for the entire show, pitching in at every turn. That's the deal, that's the only way this works."\n\n<hr>\n[[What no!|Cypher]]\n\n[[... Fine.|Cypher]]

"Hm? What's this?" The farmer squinted as he noticed one of the rails of the pig pen down, and more activity than usual going on inside. Meandering on over, he noticed that said activity seemed to be a random outbreak of rutting... male pigs mounting females, sometimes humping to completion, sometimes only thrusting a few times before sliding off and wandering over to another female. It happened sometimes, but usually after dark... unless...\n\nHe smirked as he bent to pick up the pile of clothes caked with dried mud. "Got another one. Teenager, by the look of it," he mused, clucking his tongue as he looked the jeans and shirts over. "Oughtta know better than to just go wandering onto a man's land. Well, not like lecturing would do a lot of good now," he mused aloud, eyes roaming over the pigs. He honestly didn't have much of an idea which one it might be, off the top of his head... oh well, didn't really matter.\n\nJust another pig now.\n\n<b>Farm Ending</b> - <i>Just another pig</i>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"I think we'll have to take the risk with paying the price," you tell Aerienne as you turn towards her. "You should try your summon."\n\n"Alright," she answers with a nod. She starts to clasp her hands together, then has to shift and discover a new position for her arms with her enlarged breasts blocking her usual way of doing so. She closes her eyes, then peeks one open. "While I can't actually control what is summoned, I can focus on our needs for aid. Just wanting to get out might be too broad... what should I try for?"\n\nYou consider. Yeah, a summoning isn't exactly like whistling up a genie and making a wish, really. (Though it'd be nice if she could do that.) You need to focus on what you want to do, what you need to get out of this mess. She should focus on getting a summon that can-\n\n<hr>\n[[Smash through the Gobberlins, no matter how many.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Make the three of you powerful enough to escape on your own.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Handle the Gobberlins on equal ground.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Grant wishes, why not.|GGMonk8x9]]

"Now, let's try out the rest of that idea I got," you murmur, focusing on the Senshi and directing those bits of you inside her to flow through her bloodstream and to her brain.\n\n"N-no, what are you doing?!" The Senshi gasps, obviously feeling a change. You continue to toy with her for a bit, ramping up her reactions, making her gasp and squirm, writhing against her body's arousal as she slowly sinks back to lay on the bad, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breathing. She offers no resistance as you walk over and slide her panties off, forming a nice, long cock and pushing it into her as you start sending those tendrils into her brain.\n\nAt first she cries out, arching her back and trying to raise a hand to shove against your shoulder as you start fucking her, your rubber hips slapping against her as you pound her against the mattress. "No, stop, don't, please!" she gasps, even as her pussy quivers and grips at the fourteen inches of rubber pumping into her, coming out every time dripping with her arousal. Then her hand drops as you continue to devour and erase her memories, her words faltering and turning into low, slutty moans as she gradually forgets why she was fighting, or who she was in the first place. Finally she goes completely silent and expressionless as you finish your internal work, not so much as twitching as vacant eyes stare at the ceiling while you pound away at her pussy.\n\nYou continue fucking the motionless body as you sort through the new memories and knowledge gained from her. Very good, this tells you everything you need to know about the other Senshi... with such intimate knowledge of their habits, living arrangements, and personalities, you'll have the Sailor Senshi all assimilated by the end of the week, and with that amount of power you'll be able to set your sights on other magical girls. You look down at the body, amused by its blank face, dark hair jostling on the bedsheets as your thick rubber phallus spreads its pussylips. It's just a shell now, but it's going to serve you well.\n\nDeciding you've spent enough time ruminating, you thrust forward and begin pouring cum into the Senshi body's belly. Since you haven't properly occupied it yet, it still doesn't so much as twitch as its flat stomach begins expanding, swelling up until it looks a good eleven months pregnant. Satisfied that it should be enough substance to properly take hold, you step back, cock sliding out of her and smoothing back into the rest of your rubber. Thick black cum begins to gush out of the body's pussy, but instead of pooling on the bed it begins running down her legs and up her middle.\n\nLegs and arms are reshaped, the look of the pussy adjusted, breasts set to your preferred default, a bit smaller than they were, height adjusted, face enveloped. Once it finally sits up, your other body is completely indistinguishable from your first one in every way. No one would be able to tell them apart, unless you pulled your self back to show the naked form underneath, and eventually in time even that will be gone. Even better, the part of you with the Senshi host will never lose form or be reduced to glop again... the one with the boy's body might, but oh well, it's all the same you anyway.\n\n"Now to turn my attention to the rest of the Senshi," you say, your voice in perfect sync from both bodies. You have them glance at each other... my my, it is so very nice to get a double dose of seeing perfection! Still, while it's very interesting being spread out this way, you need to think, and just standing here thinking the exact same thoughts with two brains seems a bit wasteful. You consider, then sort of relax, allowing a little bit of your thoughts to flow into each body. Doesn't matter which, just enough to provide some slight diversity.\n\n"We should go after Mercury first," one body says. "Her intelligence could be a threat, plus it would help to add all those smarts and all that knowledge to our own mind. Plus she can get close to the others without them ever suspecting a thing, inside they all think she's harmless."\n\n"But Jupiter is the strongest of them, both physically and of basic special attacks," your other body counters. "With her we could easily overpower the others in a straight-out assault, if we had to."\n\n"There is that. Then there's Venus, the 'Senshi of Love'." Both your bodies have a good laugh at that. "Senshi of Lust, more like."\n\n"She does likely have powers there she's never tapped, like Mars did before we assimilated her. It might be amusing to make the others actually beg to be taken over because they want her touch so badly."\n\n"Very true, very true." That body raises a hand to cup its rubber-encased chin, expressionless and featureless face thoughtful. "And of course, there's 'the big enchilada'."\n\n"Risky, very risky," your other body cautions. "It would be better to have the others under control first. The girl's an idiot, but she also has a big benefit on her side."\n\n"'Main character protection'," the opposite body mutters in annoyance.\n\n"Exactly, the likelihood of her suddenly pulling off something that defeats us and inexplicably saves her friends as well is high."\n\n"But so is the possibility of her having some sort of inherent control over the others that she hasn't realized or just wouldn't use if she did," your other body fires back. "Imagine it, just ordering the rest of the Senshi to kneel and submit to being turned into more bodies for us, and them having to do it!"\n\nYou have a good, identical laugh at that, putting all four hands on all four hips and leaning your heads back. When you straighten up, you continue, "The way I see it-" Realizing your voice is coming from both bodies and you've gotten too synced up again from excitement, you relax again. The body closer to the bed clears its throat, or at least makes the sound. "The way I see it, we have two more options. There's the Outers..."\n\n"Tough. Veeeery tough," your other body cautions. "They're more powerful than these Senshi... and they're colder. They won't hesitate more than half a heartbeat to destroy one of our bodies, even if it's got their comrade inside it."\n\n"Half a heartbeat might be all we need, though."\n\n"True. But then there's that 'Digitizer' thing, the one that created these Senshi from normal humans in the first place. There's nothing but normal humans guarding one most of the time, as well... with control over that, we could get significantly more powerful before ever facing any of the Senshi."\n\n"Very tempting," your other body murmurs, raising its hands up and tapping its fingertips together, both bodies falling into sync as you stop bothering to separate yourself. Hm, that is a valuable skill... and fun! Talking to yourself is the best way to get a decent conversation, after all. You've brainstormed all your possibilities and outlined the pros and cons, now all that's left is to pick one.\n\n<hr>\n[[Assimilate Mercury.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assimilate Jupiter.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assimilate Venus.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assimilate Sailor Moon.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Assimilate the Outer Senshi.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hijack the Digitizer.|HLSenshiPlaceholder]]

There is a question being asked here. It really doesn't seem like you're going to be able to get away from this strange, brightly-dressed girl without answering it. So your brain flips a coin and you try "Um... lucky?"\n\n"'Kay," the strange girl chirps... right before dropping out of view as she easily squats again, this time right in front of you. You're left blinking at the blank space where she was... then your eyes widen and you whip your head down to stare at her as she undoes your pants. You're so completely shocked that all you can really do is open and close your mouth silently as she proceeds to pull down the front of your briefs and haul out your rapidly hardening cock, immediately sliding her mouth over the head of it, her hand wrapped around the base. Those green eyes are rolled up to watch your shocked face, dancing with laughter, or mischief, or maybe something else as she starts unashamedly bobbing her head up and down, her tongue washing over your prick as she sucks lightly at it. \n\nShe is... very obviously way more experienced at this than Maya. You find yourself trembling, leaning heavily back against the wall as you stare down at the stranger sucking your cock with apparent enthusiasm and absolutely no shame whatsoever, your lips parted lightly and your face flushed. In fact probably the only reason you haven't cum already is the earlier handjob from Maya. You start worrying your lower lip as you nevertheless start getting closer and closer, watching the neon-clad girl draw her mouth back, using her hand to angle your shaft upward so she can give the underside several long licks, before moving it back down and sliding her mouth back over it, never once stopping looking up at you with those dancing, smug green eyes.\n\nEven with the earlier release it's not long before you give a hard gasp, your cock twitching and unleashing a thick spurt of cum into her mouth. She swallows with just as little hesitation as before, gulping it right down apparently without a second thought. She brings her head back and licks her lips, smirking up at you before reaching over for something to snag it as she stands... and holding your dollar out to you. "Don't forget what you <i>came</i> for," she chirps, giggling and flicking her hand cutely as she walks away.\n\nYou're left slumped against the wall, staring after her, your half-limp cock jutting out of your pants. It takes quite a bit longer before you can actually force your brain into gear, half-scrambling to tuck yourself away and do up your pants, before almost mechanically going through the motions of buying a four-pack of condoms. Shoving them deep in your pocket, you turn and head back out of the school and back to Maya's house.\n\nUnfortunately when you get there you find Maya fully dressed, and not in the best mood to judge by her sulky expression. "You took too long, my mom'll be home soon," she mutters as you walk back into the room.\n\n"Oh. S-sorry, there was... a delay," you murmur back, gaze downcast. You're not exactly sure how to put that otherwise.\n\n"Well. I mean, it's you, so I guess shyness has gotta factor in, yeah?" Grinning ruefully, Maya reaches out to ruffle your hair. "You should probably head back home, yeah? Maybe we'll be in the mood to try again later. Like, someday, y'know?"\n\nYour head is full of a lot of conflicting, strange thoughts as you do walk home. Some complete stranger, a girl your own age, with a truly wild fashion sense, called you "cutie"... and then sucked your cock right in the school restroom. You. Cutie. And... that other thing, yeah. With a complete stranger. Which delayed you enough to apparently rather squash things with Maya. Permanently? You're not sure. That would kind of suck, you were just kind of starting to maybe almost get around to the idea of this whole "sex friend" thing. ... Sort of. And that girl... who was she? Where did she come from? ... What was she doing hanging out in the boys' bathroom? It almost feels like a bit of a fever dream.\n\nUntil some time later when you're at the mall to check the latest manga releases, and she emerges from around a corner and slips an arm around your shoulder, almost giving you a heart attack again. "Hey there, cutie!" the neon girl chirps. She's dressed very similar to last time, the same black jacket-like thing and with the colors on the rest of her garments shuffled (well, you assume on the panties since you can't see them right now), with the star deco on her cheek switched out for a heart, and highlighter yellow thigh-highs instead of fishnets. "S'up? How's it going? You ever get to use those condoms you were buying?"\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, overcome by sheer embarrassment and shock on a number of levels, but still somehow managing to rasp, "Ah... n-no."\n\n"Oh? That's a shame. Still got 'em?" She grins wider, her lipstick lime green today... then her eyes twinkle as she leans in closer. "You wanna go 'head and use 'em now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No?|QOMaya]]\n\n[[... Yes?|QOMaya]]

The school really seems like the safest bet. You set off, and after a few minutes realize it would probably be best to let Maya know it might be awhile. You text her to say that you're on your way to the school to use the bathroom machine.\n\n'Why not store or free clinic?!' she sends back.\n\n'Don't want to run into anyone I know' you send back, feeling embarrassed. You suppose you could have just sent back 'too shy' but it's not like Maya doesn't know.\n\n'Fine, but try to hurry, okay?' Maya's return text comes. A moment later, 'Buy a couple because you're making the wait up to me.'\n\nYou flush at that... is Maya actually saying she intends to, ah... well... ... yeah. Yeah she does seem to be saying that. Wow you seem to have become full-fledged sex friends awfully fast. How did this happen, to you of all people? You sort of figured this thing must happen to guys like your friend Kevin all the time, but you? You spend the rest of the walk to the school in a bit of a daze, and with a half-hard dick in your pants. But then that's sort of the teenage experience all over, isn't it?\n\nThe school during summer is pretty weird... the lights are on, it's bright outside, and yet the sheer emptiness makes it seem kind of vast and dim. It's so quiet and still... part of you thinks that it's much improved this way, another part says that this is really creepy and you don't like it. Either way, you're here on a mission, a very, very, <i>very</i> important mission so you can't get distracted. You head right for a specific boys' bathroom, where you know the condom machine awaits. (There was apparently a bit of controversy about installing them, so the compromise was that there would be only one each in one boy's bathroom and one girl's.) They do cost money, which was apparently another compromise to keep them from being used as free water balloons, but at least it's got a bill changer on it.\n\nOnce in the bathroom, you step up to the machine, chiding yourself for feeling nervous. It's just a silly condom machine after all, it's not like it has a camera installed that will send a picture of you buying sex products to your mother. ... You hope. You pull a dollar out of your wallet and are busy trying to flatten it out properly when a sudden voice from behind you makes you jump and practically pee yourself in fright, in part because it's a girl's voice.\n\n"Ooooo, buyin' somethin' fun?"\n\nYou whip around, clutching at your chest and staring with wide eyes. One of the toilet stalls is open, and positioned in a squat with her tiptoes on the toilet seat is a girl. A rather, well, punk girl, with thick dyed-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and falling across one side of her face in front, with streaks of bright neon colors in it. In fact 'neon colors' seems to be a thing with her... she's wearing a sort of light black jacket with a hood, but under that is a bright pink top trimmed with neon yellow, a hot purple skirt (and practically glow-in-the-dark pink panties showing under it from her position), with fishnet stockings and tie-dyed sneakers.\n\n"Uh, er, uh..." You stare at the strange (in more ways than one) girl as she hops down from her perch and saunters over to you, pressing back against the wall as she leans a hand on it beside your head and moves in close, green eyes flashing as she smirks at you. \n\n"Heheh~, y'know, you're kind of cute, actually. I bet you came in here 'cause you thought it would be super empty. Un-<i>lucky</i>!" she chirps, snickering... before pausing, hot pink lips curling up, the little purple star decoration to one side of her left eye twinkling. "Or is it? Hm, hm, hm... well let's see, do you feel lucky or unlucky getting caught by me, cutie?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Lucky?|QOMaya3x2]]\n\n[[... Unlucky?|QOMaya]]

"Well hypnotism can't really make someone do something they don't want to do, right?" you muse aloud. "I mean, I heard that, that it can only break down barriers and make someone be honest, it can't make them do something they'd never do."\n\n"That is the commonly held belief, yes," Shirou replies airily. \n\n"So I mean, if I used this to make the girls more open to my ideas, it'd be like you said, it's something I'd have been able to do myself anyway, just faster. Doesn't seem like there's any problem with that, right?"\n\n"Well again, it would be up to you what you suggested to them. I'd of course like to hear how it worked, but it sounds like you've decided to go with my idea?" At your nod, he reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a thin, transparent vial and passes it over, then follows it up by pulling a disc case out of his front pocket. "You'll need these."\n\n"Okay...?" you ask as you accept both.\n\n"You'll need to get them to partake of the liquid... it stands up to cooking well, so no worries, it should be relatively simple to introduce it to their food. After that, suggest they watch the movie. It's a recent blockbuster action film, lots of visual effects and bright flashes with explosions, lots of music. The subliminals gradually build up over time, and eventually the feed simply becomes pulses of sound and color. When it turns a solid purple and enters a continuous hum, they'll be in a highly receptive state where you can simply implant suggestions by speaking to them. Remember to tell them they finished watching the movie and enjoyed it, and then shut off the TV. The end of the buzzing noise will bring them out of the trance. Please try to keep close attention to their behavior during and after, it would be quite valuable to my studies."\n\n"Thanks, Shirou."\n\n"Of course, I'm glad to help!" He smiles in a way you're not entirely sure you like, but since your other option is to potentially deal with weeks or months of a miserable home situation, you'll put up with some mild discomfort about the solution.\n\nWhen you arrive back at the Hitasuneko late that afternoon, you head towards the kitchen, already hearing sounds that indicate it's already in use. Peeking inside, you find Motoko standing at the counter chopping green onions. There is, in fact, a large number of things out on the counter, lots of vegetables, baking goods, and a slab of some cut of beef. Motoko glances up as if sensing that you're there, and gives you a polite smile. "Hey, Austin-san, what's up...?"\n\n"Ah, just checking in. You're cooking dinner tonight...?"\n\n"Cooking is the one thing I won't slack off on!" she answers cheerfully enough. "Figured we might as well make you a bit of a feast since you're a new arrival, y'know, even if you do mean to turn our home into some rambunctious love resort. Ah, kidding kidding," she adds with a little waggle of her fingers, though you don't think she is, at least not entirely. "But I also thought I'd take the opportunity to make some of Nanako's favorites, since you've put her in such a bad mood. Y'know, just by existing and all."\n\nGeez, she really is the queen of those smooth cheerful-sounding burns, isn't she? You're more resolved than ever not to deal with months or even years of this. Strolling in a bit as if just trying to get a look at what she's doing, you cast your gaze around for anything potentially good to dose with the stuff Shirou gave you. Let's see... it looks like there's a big bar of chocolate sitting out near some of the stuff like flour and sugar. It's about half a bar, and the inside of it has a bunch of holes and warrens through it, rather than being solid... if you poured the stuff in there, it'd probably have time to soak in before she used it, and you'd be almost certain to get that little snot Nanako that way, since you bet it's for her. Sitting next to it is the rice cooker, currently sitting open and with the bag of pre-washed rice sitting beside it... but then, rice is such a big part of every meal here, wouldn't it be conspicuous if you didn't eat any? The third option you see is a pair of large peeled onions sitting out, no doubt waiting to be chopped. Ugh, you hate onions, that'd definitely be the easiest way to avoid eating any yourself and have an excuse for not doing so.\n\nSo where to put the hypnosis catalyst...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Chocolate.|Austin8x1]]\n\n[[Rice.|Austin6x2]]\n\n[[Onions.|Austin]]

"Do... what you say," the girls repeat back, with their varying tones. (Actually, maybe it's just your imagination, but it sounds like Nanako's vaguely outraged even in the trance. But she doesn't seem to be coming around or arguing, so.)\n\n"That's right, because I own this place. That means if you want to continue living here, you need to listen to me. I'm-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-the landlord."|Austin]]\n\n[["-the man of the house."|Austin6x4]]

Ah, perfect, a dish that's going to absorb all the liquid put in with it. "Hey, Motoko, can I help by getting the rice started for you?" you offer.\n\n"Hm? You know how?"\n\n"Yeah, my old dorm's kitchen had a rice cooker that wasn't too different from this one. Same brand, even, I think." \n\n"Sure, then, thanks."\n\nYou measure out the amount of rice she tells you, then carry the cup over to the sink. You do a quick check to make sure that Motoko's absorbed in her vegetable chopping, then quickly empty the vial into the cup before filling it the rest of the way with water. Shirou said it would hold up to cooking fine, you assume that means being diluted too. You pour the water (and catalyst) over the rice, then close the lid and spend a few seconds figuring out the slight differences in the cooker before hitting the buttons. "Anything else I can help with?" you offer, since it might look weird if you only offered to do one specific thing.\n\n"Nah, I'm good. Probably oughtta get used to menial labor, huh?" she says in her 'joking' tone, shooting you a grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes.\n\n'Maybe so,' you think a bit smugly as you wander back out. Some time later you sit down to one of the tables in the little dining room area, the long table laid out with a number of delicious-looking dishes... and the rice cooker, which you have to resist the urge to smirk at. Shizue scoops and shapes a bowl of rice from it, starts to hand it to Nanako, then pauses, and offers it to you instead, not quite managing to entirely hide how much of an aferthought the polite gesture was considering that it's supposed to be your welcome meal. "Ah, no thanks," you answer, holding up a hand. "I'm on a bit of a low carb diet."\n\n"... Low... carb?" the three of them stare at you as if you'd just said you were on an exclusive diet of the blood of snakes. Nanako shakes her head and mutters, "Foreigners are such freaks" under her breath in a not particularly quiet voice, and the other two look like they're trying not to blatantly agree with her. It does't really bother you though, especially as you see her dish up a large mouthful of the rice herself and swallow it.\n\n"Actually, to further the idea of a celebration, I thought we could watch a movie after this," you suggest, trying not to pay too much attention to the slight grimaces on all three of them's faces. "I noticed there's a decent big-screen TV in the 'media' room down here, and a senpai at school gave me this," you add, holding up the disk so they can see the name written on it.\n\nNanako's jaw drops, and she blurts out, "I love that movie! I went to see it three times in the theater!" Then she looks embarrassed at her outburst, screwing her face into an annoyed expression. "O-oy, you, that's not even supposed to be out on disk until next month! Your friend's probably pirating scum! ... B-but, I mean, if it's from your senpai, I guess... it wouldn't do to disrespect him by not watching it..."\n\n"Oh, um, I don't know, movies like that aren't really my thing," Shizue murmurs, glancing away.\n\nYou're trying to figure out how to argue her into it without just driving her off harder when, surprisingly, Motoko comes to your rescue, talking around a cheekful of beef, vegetable, and rice. "Aw c'mon Shizu-chan, it's a pretty good movie! Your writing won't get better if you don't experience other forms of media too, right?"\n\n"Well... I guess you're right," Shizue allows, laying a slice of beef acros the top of her rice before using her chopsticks to eat both.\n\nYou can barely contain your excitement until dinner is done, and have to be careful to moderate your step as you head with the others to the small lounge set up downstairs. The three of them immediately take up the couch directly in front of the TV for the best view... well, that suits you just fine, really. You get the disc put in and sit down in one of the chairs nearby, hitting 'Play' on the remote once the menu comes up. Of course, you're more inclined to watch the girls than the movie, and do so as often as you reasonably can without worrying about being caught staring.\n\nAt first it's fairly normal... Nanako's practically bouncing in her seat a little where she's sitting between the other two, though clearly trying not to look excited, Motoko is grinning and even giving little cheers for the events of the movie, and Shizue's looking at best mildly interested. But as the movie goes on, you notice the change start. Mostly that Nanako settles in and is staring more intently at the screen than before, but every so often one of them will blink and jerk their heads just a little as if they were tired, especially after an explosion or a panning shot over some glowing item or bit of scenery. As the movie's pace picks up and the music is almost constantly playing, you notice that their heads actually do seem to bob a little as if they were on the verge of falling asleep, eyes growing glassy and tension leaving their bodies. Even Nanako's shoulders slump as the colors on the screen grow brighter and more saturated, the glow effects brighter and lingering more. Finally the whole screen fades into a brilliant purple color, a very faint droning noise like a bass-boosted refrigerator filling the room. All three girls are still staring at the screen, shoulders slumped and faces blank, eyes not really seeming focused.\n\nYou get to your feet and walk over, waving a hand in front of Nanako's face, and even poking her cheek. No reaction. "Hey, can you hear me?" you ask.\n\n"Yes," Shizue whispers dreamily.\n\n"Yuh... huh," Nanako drones in a bland tone.\n\n"Yeah sure," Motoko adds in a vague, distant voice.\n\nWow, it seriously worked! All of them are in a trance, and according to Shirou all you need to do to put suggestions in their heads and have them obey them is talk to them. "Alright, girls, listen up," you announce in a formal, important tone. "The fact of the matter is, I own Hitasuneko Nissuisen."\n\n"You... own this place," all three reply back with slight variations.\n\n"That's right. And that means-"\n\n<hr>\n[["We should get along."|Austin]]\n\n[["You have to do what I say."|Austin6x3]]\n\n[["You have to earn your keep."|Austin]]\n\n[["You all got inherited too."|Austin7x1]]

"Absolute obedience," the three girls echo back.\n\n"That's right. Since I'm the man of the house, you're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it." You've definitely gone way beyond what you were originally intending, caught up in the thrill of their compliance. It's just... so <i>easy</i> to make these demands of them! "Whether you want to or not, you'll do it, because you know it's the right thing to do." You consider for a moment, then add, "In fact, whenever you obey me, you'll realize how easy it is to do it and how right it feels. That it feels kind of good, really. And the next time you obey it will feel even easier, even more right, and make you feel even better. And every time you obey it will just get that much easier to do what I say without thinking and feel more natural to you."\n\n"Obeying is easy. Obeying feels right. Obeying feels good," the three of them repeat, now almost perfectly in sync with each other.\n\n"That's right. Okay, girls, now even though all these lessons will sink in and still apply, you won't remember hearing any of this. You'll remember watching and really enjoying the movie, and that's it." You pick up the remote and hit the 'Stop' button, the screen turning off and going back to the bluray player's home screen. All three girls blink a little, the glassy look in their eyes gradually clearing as Shizue blinks and straightens up, Motoko yawns and stretches her arms, and Nanako rubs at her eyes.\n\n"Man, that was a good movie, but it felt kinda long, I was getting tired there," Nanako complains.\n\n"Mm, I feel pretty good now though!" Motoko chirps.\n\n"Thank you for bringing us this movie, Austin, you're being a very good provider for us," Shizue adds, bowing a little from where she's sitting.\n\n"Ah, yeah, I guess it's true we haven't really said thanks, not just for the movie but the roof over our heads," Motoko adds, sheepishly rubbing the back of her head.\n\n"S-sorry," Nanako mutters a bit sulkily, glancing downward and scratching a nail lightly at her cheek. "I mean... y-yeah, that wasn't very... respectful," she adds, unable to help making a bit of a face as if the word tasted bad.\n\n"That's fine," you answer with a grin, folding your arms. "As long as you understand. After all, I'm the man of the house. But now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you girls should clean up."|Austin]]\n\n[["-I need to check your panties."|Austin6x6]]

"You're... the man... of the house."\n\n"Right. It's just you three girls, and I'm the guy," you explain, unable to help grinning wider as you start in. You have a suspicion that this is going to be pretty effective. After all, despite their strong-willed natures, they're still from a society that's pretty mired in old-fashioned values of masculinity and femininity, and the roles thereof. "You live here in the house that I own rent-free, while I have all the money. It's my responsibility to keep a roof over your head, isn't it?"\n\nThere's actually some faint, almost embarrassed-seeming squirming, before you get back "Yes", "Yeaaah", and "Uh-huh." My my, are they actually a little embarrassed even now? \n\n"So that's it. I'm the man of this house. I own this house. You three are girls who live here, rent-free, with me taking care of you and looking after you. That means you owe me your absolute-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-respect."|Austin]]\n\n[["-obedience."|Austin6x5]]

You've been really enjoying Ranma's easygoing, overtly sexual, and friendly demeanor... why mess with a winning formula? Luckily there's even an 'apply previous template' there, so with only a few presses you've applied the settings and exited out. Stepping up next to Ranma, you knock lightly at Nabiki's door.\n\n"Go away, I'm busy."\n\n"It's Eric!"\n\n"Oh, c'mon in, then." \n\nGrinning, you push open the door, Ranma meandering in after you and bumping it closed again with her hip. Nabiki's sitting at her desk, wearing a pair of black bike shorts and a snug, midriff-baring yellow top. She glances up from the ledger she's writing in, notes Ranma's presence, then looks at you. "So, what's up?"\n\n"We were foolin' around, thought we'd see if you were down to fuck too," Ranma chirps before you can say anything. Hm, maybe you should put her inhibitions back up a point or two, at least. (Then again, that was delightfully direct.)\n\nNabiki blinks, then looks thoughtful, glancing back at her ledger briefly before looking at the two of you. "Sure, why not, this can wait. But we probably shouldn't do it here, someone might notice the noise," she replies, turning to sit sideways in her chair. She lifts a hand and holds up one finger. "Why don't we go to a love hotel? I know of a nice one that's just enough of a train ride away that we shouldn't bump into anyone we know getting there." She then angles her hand to point at you. "You'd pay, of course."\n\n... Huh. For a moment you're mostly wondering whether Nabiki knew about the love hotel already, or if that was something that got added in retroactively when you gave her a more 'liberated' sexuality.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the love hotel.|RanPP10x5]]\n\n[[Just fuck here.|RanPP]]

So give up all modern conveniences, not to mention all the money you've made. Never see your friends and family again. Live out the rest of your life in some weird strange swords and sorcery world as an inhuman creature of legend?\n\n... On the other hand, being a dragon, so basically immortal, nigh-invincible, and powerful.\n\nWell, fuck.\n\n"Fine, I'll go to... another world, or whatever," you decide, shrugging and letting out a resigned sigh. "Better than living forever in this one always wondering if I'm gonna bump into the draconic equivalent of Biff Tannen."\n\nLiam snickers and rubs your arm. "Hey, I think you'll do great there! I've spent a century or two in otherworlds, and they can be a ton of fun. Just relax for now," he says soothingly, and almost instantly you can feel a pleasant, numb fogginess settling over your mind. "I'll put you and the girls to sleep, and when you wake up, all three of you will be in a new world, ready for a fresh start," he continues, his voice growing distant as you sink down into unconsciousness.\n\nYou shift in your sleep, feeling various muscles twitch and roll and spread. Slowly, you open your eyes to darkness... that you can see perfectly well in. You're in a large stone cavern, with a single tunnel leading out of it. Off to one side, a waterfall splashes down into a shallow pool of water that has a small stream coming off of it that disappears through a smallish hole in the rock. Laying near you are Dana and Cara, and a small stack of other items... and all of them seem very small? You slowly raise to your feet, not really thinking about the way you're moving until you realize how different and yet natural it feels. You turn your head on a much longer, more agile neck than you're used to, and take a look at your body.\n\nWell, you're definitely a dragon. You feel fairly grateful that you're the 'traditional' type with four legs in addition to wings, instead of the wyvern build that seems so popular in fiction these days. Your front legs seem slightly more proportioned like arms, with extensions that are enough like opposable thumbs that you suppose any difference is inconsequential. You're black with red stripes running from the center of your back and hollow red splotches in amidst the stripes, and a series of short ridges running down your back. You spread your wings carefully, finding that there's actually plenty of room in the cavern for it. You're really not sure how big you are, but judging by how big you seem in comparison to the girls, you'd definitely have to say... well, 'giant'. Spotting a slip of paper next to the pile of things with the girls, you peer down at it, thinking you'd like to have some light even if you can see fairly well without it. As if answering the thought, a ball of pure white luminence appears floating in the air above the pile, making it much easier to read the note, even if it's human-sized and requires you to stare from a distance.\n\n'Didn't want you to go into things completely emptyhanded, so I included some clothes for the girls as well as basic supplies, mostly for them, and one magic sword because hey why not, help you get started on a new hoard. Have a nice life! - L'\n\nThat was nice of him, you suppose, before you get distracted as the girls start to shift on the stone floor, perhaps roused by the light. "Mm, Master?" Cara murmurs as she comes around, echoed a moment later by Dana as she too opens her eyes. (Looks like Liam sent her glasses with her too, which was thoughtful of him.) Both of them sit up, then notice you and start visibly, before staring. Apparently, however, whatever bond you've forged with them lets them recognize you, because instead of screaming in terror, Cara says, "Uh, Master... is that you?"\n\n"Yup, it's me." Your voice is... well, yours, but moreso. It reverberates and fills the entire cavern, even if you still sound like you.\n\n"What happened? Where are we?" Dana asks as she reaches up to adjust her glasses with her fingertips, looking around what of the cavern is lit by your light magic.\n\n"Ehm. Short version. A lot of stuff happened, and now I'm a dragon and we had to move to a fantasy world and start life over. You two came with me because you're my slaves and part of my treasure hoard," you explain bluntly, since it seems best to get everything out of the way.\n\n"... Huh," Cara says after a moment, standing up and rubbing the back of her neck. "That's a hell of a thing. But... if it's what you want..."\n\n"Yes, despite all rationality insisting that I should be terrified and outraged beyond all rationality, I find myself rather sanguine about the matter," Dana agrees as she rises to her own feet, folding her arms beneath her breasts and causing them to press together and lift up. "The idea of being your property fills me with contentment and pleasure, so if you've decided we'll start a new life in another world, by all means, let's do so, Master."\n\nThat's... strange and sexy as fuck. You can feel your body reacting eagerly to their shows of submission and trust, a very new sensation of your body shifting and allowing your cock to slide... well, out of you. Grinning with your new muzzle, you let out a soft chuckle. "Well then! I guess we ought to start our lives in the new world with some fun, wouldn't you say?" you declare as you reach out, easily picking one girl up in each hand and rolling onto your back. Dana and Cara both give squeaks of surprise at being picked up like dolls... and much more excited whimpers as they see the massive cock now jutting up from between your legs. It's slick and pink-purple, and easily larger than either of them. It has a ridge of bumps running up the top and bottom, and a large swollen knot at the base, while the tip tapers to a blunted point. You bring both naked women together, effectively sandwiching your huge dragon dick between them as they wriggle and buck in your hands. Both your slaves immediately do their best to wrap their arms and legs around your shaft, relatively tiny lips and tongues going to work on whatever of it they can reach as you start rubbing them up and down, feeling their bodies (and especially those big-little tits) rub against your sensitive flesh. It's like they really are your sex toys, and eager to be so, both of them moaning and bucking and writhing orgasmically as they do their best to worship a cock much longer than they are tall.\n\nAs you gradually grow closer and closer, you eventually just take your hands away and let them settle into place, allowing them to worship the pillar of flesh as they will. Both are effectively sitting on your knot, grinding their sodden pussies against it, their fronts covered with the natural slickness your draconic penis apparently exudes. Their hands and feet rub against the bumps of your shaft adoringly, sending shivers through your massive form. Eventually your own long, agile tongue lolls out as you let yourself go, your cock literally fountaining gallons of cum into the air, the girls squealing and moaning in abject delight as they're completely and utterly showered with thick, warm, sweet-spicy dragon jizz.\n\nA bit later both are standing under the waterfall washing off, with you enjoying the view as they do, the tip of your tail twitching as you consider the earlier interesting sensations. It's Cara who turns towards you, brushing her wet hair back from her face. "So what next, Master?"\n\n"Hm, maybe some shapeshifting... or I've got this idea for adaptation magic, I wonder if I could actually fuck one of you at this size...?"\n\nCara's face goes red as she freezes in place briefly, then she quickly raises her hand to wave it. "Ah, not what I meant. ... I mean that's hot as fuck and the idea of you stuffing that entire thing inside me despite it being bigger than I am just made me cum a little, but not what I meant. I mean our next move for our new life."\n\n"Right, right," you murmur, almost scolding yourself a bit. You're actually rather glad she's here... she's got a scheming mind at least as good as your newly draconic one, and it'll be good to have her to keep you on track. "That next move."\n\n"It does behoove us to consider the future, at least the immediate future, Master," Dana adds, scrubbing a film of cum off of her arm as the waterfall's spray splashes onto her tits. "Do you have any thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Blending in with society.|GwynDI]]\n\n[[Establishing dominance.|GwynDI]]\n\n[[Scouting the area.|GwynDI]]

"Mulsap Twelve... Orkin's station." You can't see the change, but you can somehow feel Nyx's eyes narrowing at you. "Orkin?"\n\n"Yes, Orkin," you reply, nodding quickly. "Take him instead."\n\n"So, you want me to exchange you not for someone you care about, someone who would be shattered to their core by your betrayal, but... for the man who wanted you brought back to him so he could sell you back to the family you ran from. Your enemy." Nyx sighs heavily, and there's a sound from all over the ship that seems terrifyingly like atmosphere escaping, but you realize after a heart-clenching moment is Shubrath doing the same. "Your reasoning had better be very good, or I will be annoyed, and when I get annoyed I get... creative."\n\n"No, I've got a reason, it's that he's-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-evil."|Cypher]]\n\n[["-stronger."|Cypher9x4]]

Definitely no need to be around when <i>that</i> goes down. You haul on some socks and hike a pair of semi-clean black jeans over your lean legs and pert butt, then pad downstairs quick but quiet-like before putting on your shoes and getting out the door, hopefully without being noticed. There. Parental lovey-doveiness preserved. You're such a good daughter.\n\nYou wander about under the hideous daystar for awhile, mulling over your day, before recalling why you're out here makes you remember that it's been awhile since you replaced your phone. Deciding to duck by the phone store to see if your phone's contract is up yet, you turn your sneakers in that direction. A few minutes later, you're passing through the parking lot of the phone store and notice something odd... specifically, that your father's car is there.\n\nHunh, that's weird. He said he was just stopping in to do a quick replacement... even with transferring his data, he should have been finished and probably at home by now. Unless there was some sort of argument about how he messed up his phone and if it was covered, or they're having trouble transferring the data, or something. You could always stop in and see what's up, maybe he needs help ganging up on a lazy employee. Then again, maybe he doesn't need you seeing him on his way home for all the sex stuff, that might harsh his groove or whatever happens there.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go inside.|GGParent2x3]]\n\n[[Go elsewhere.|GGUncle1x1]]

"Alright, I promise, I'll never cut my hair. Like, unless you tell me I should, I guess," you say with a sigh, nodding and looking up at her.\n\nShe grins broadly at that, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss. "That's my sweetheart," she coos, right before leaning in for a much longer, more lingering kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth. You mmmf, your arms slipping around her, then gasp into her mouth as she reaches down and pulls your stiff prick out of the bikini bottoms and slides herself down over it. The hot, bubbling water laps and shimmies even further as she starts riding you, your hands slipping down to squeeze her wet, perfect ass as she does.\n\nAfter a little bit longer of fooling around in the hot tub, the two of you dry off and head inside, Amber having you change into a pink garter belt, matching fishnet stockings, and a flat-cupped pink bra before she starts sucking you off. You moan and gasp softly as you watch her work, her head bobbing intently above your crotch as her lips slide up and down your length, green eyes turned up to focus on you, her luscious naked body sprawled out on her bed. She dips her head down every so often to lick and suck at your balls, stroking your spit-slick shaft with one hand while her other runs up and down one of your stocking-sheathed legs. Even when she's gotten you off, making you spill a load into her mouth and gulping it down, she doesn't back off, just slowing her licking and sucking, backing off enough to let you go just a little limp before she starts working her tongue harder, urging you back to full stiffness to deepthroat you again and get you off a second time.\n\nIt's late in the afternoon when you set off, your latest new subtly feminine and mildly punk clothes worn over the pink lingerie Amber dressed you in earlier, save with the addition of a rather frilly pair of pink panties. Your face is a bit red as you walk along, feeling like everyone that passes you, be it on foot or in a car, somehow knows you're wearing girly pink lingerie beneath your jeans, shirt, and boots.\n\nWhen you get in, your mother is already waiting for you, hands on her hips and looking mildly annoyed. "<i>More</i> new clothes?"\n\n"Kevin and I went shopping, yeah," you murmur a little defensively, ducking her head.\n\n"Alright Jamie, I'm not going to tell you that you can't dress how you want, but as long as you live in this house I can still make rulings on your hair. There's still time to get to MegaCuts before they stop taking customers, so drop that stuff in your room and let's go."\n\nShe's using the Don't Argue With Your Mother tone. The bane of your somewhat soft spine! What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Capitulate.|QOGF]]\n\n[[Get mad.|QOGF]]\n\n[[Explain you have a girlfriend.|QOGF1x2]]

"Pretty Villain OC"? So it's a hot guy, right? Since it seems to draw the distinction between villain and villainess. Well, you wouldn't mind being a guy again, but the pretty-boy look isn't a bad one. Shrugging, you lay your hand on the case containing what looks like stylish black boots, shorts, and shirt and a long, elaborate white coat.\n\nYou stumble forward as your hand doesn't actually make contact, bracing yourself on the edge of a console that's suddenly directly in front of you. You blink a few times at your hands... they're back to being about the size and shape you remember from before you got Digitized, but they're still, well... girly. You glance around at the elaborate room full of computers and other equipment, finding a darkened screen that will serve as a mirror to peek in. ... That thing lied, you're a girl! You have long, thick and rumpled pale purple hair, an absolutely adorable face, and heterochromatic eyes in blue and purple. What the hell?! You pat the front of your body, all slender and sleek and... okay, you're a very flat-chested girl, and-\n\nNope. As your hand cups your crotch, you blush a little. Definitely not a girl. Actually, damn, how are you even hiding that thing in these shorts? You get distracted as one of the monitors starts beeping and turn to look at it, watching the Teen Titans making their way through a doorway and down a metal hall, all of them looking around warily. What...? ... Oh! That's right! You've lured the Teen Titans here to challenge your Trap Labyrinth. You grin wickedly as the details of arranging this little escapade come back to you. Foolish superheroes... they think you're sincerely challenging them, but instead you intend to send them to... their doom!\n\n... That's a thing, right? Most supervillains aren't actually trying to win when they do stuff like this, are they? You're trying to win. ... You're pretty sure. Anyway! You've got a lot of fun stuff planned for these Titans! Now, how to begin...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Separate the boys and girls.|TTTM2x1]]\n\n[[Let them proceed as they are for the moment.|TTTM]]\n\n[[Turn on the Suggestibility Field.|TTTM1x1]]

Something about eating pork tacos from a place like this gives you pause... but there's so much of the pulled pork you're absolutely sure that no one will notice any's missing, as long as you clean up after yourself. Grabbing a pan and dumping some of the stuff in, you turn to head over to the stove. You let out a scream and drop the pan at the sight of the Fast Felipe animatronic standing in the doorway, his oversized toon-style white gloves raised as if to reach out and grab you.\n\nBut it's not his hand that fastens around the back of your neck and lifts you, kicking and shrieking, off the floor. "This bandito was attempting to steal food!" booms a heavy bass voice from directly behind your head, the sound nevertheless scratchy and distorted like a warped vinyl record. Your hands grip at the big fingers around your neck and throat, feeling the cloth-covered foam rubber digits squeeze beneath your grip but not otherwise move in the slightest.\n\n"Si, you are right, Senor Fajeeta," Felipe says in a high, nasal voice that's completely at odds with his bulbous appearance. He marches forward with a twitching, uneven gait that says there's some sort of malfunction in one of his leg servos, Boomer and Bunzie following along after him, the tattered animatronics all focusing their beady, supposedly unseeing eyes right on you. "She could barely wait to get in here and stuff her face, si."\n\n"Hey, yo, ya know what I figure dat makes her?" Bunzie asks in a badly-done and poorly-recorded Brooklyn accent, attempting to snap his fingers and point at you with both hands.\n\n"A PIG!" Boomer howls, much to the glee of all of the animatronics as they begin laughing and howling with mirth, the sound only making their disheveled appearance and unexplained autonomy all the more nightmarish.\n\n"Stop it! No! I'm sorry, I-!" Your pleas cut off in another scream as they all press in around you, their inhuman faces all around you, bobbing and twisting as their hands grab at your clothes, yanking them off or just tearing at them, their mouths moving jerkily in vague imitation of lip movements as their cartoonish voices chant.\n\n"Strip the pig! Strip the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!" They continue to chant their little nonsense phrase, interrupted by howls of insane cartoon laughter as your t-shirt is torn in half, revealing your worn white bra, which is yanked and tugged at mercilessly, the material digging into your body as first one large breast pops free and then the other, before the whole thing is finally pulled in two. "Strip the pig! Strip the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!" The waistband of your jeans is yanked open hard enough to pop the button off and the denim is hauled down your legs, leaving your plain white panties barely clinging to your hips, your shoes yanked free as the jeans are hauled over your feet, one clattering to the floor. "Strip the pig! Strip the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!" Boomer and Bunzie both grab a sock and haul it off, their own gloved hands tickling at your foot soles and making you reflexively kick your legs, until a massive hand from behind grabs the back of your panties. You yowl as Beefy yanks on them hard, forcing the material hard up between your labia before the cloth tears, leaving you dangling naked in his grip, sobbing and shaking with fear.\n\n"S-stop... stop..."\n\n"You know, we really should make her replace what she took, si," Felipe announces, ignoring you to address his Feisty Friends.\n\n"Good idear!" Boomer agrees, reaching under a counter and hauling out an enormous, flat metal platter, thwacking it down on the countertop with a resounding *KLANG*. Bunzie grabs a roll of thick twine on a peg near the oven, advancing on you again.\n\n"No! No, please!" But there's nothing you can do as the trio descend on you, lifting you out of Beefy's iron grip, manipulating you with sure robot hands wielding inhuman strength. This time they chant 'Tie the pig! Tie the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!' as they force you to fold your arms behind your back and wrap the twine around your forearms and wrists, completely immobilizing your arms and hands. They lift you onto the platter and force you onto your knees before binding them together as well. Displaying some talent with knots, Boomer fashions a collar of twine that he loops around your neck, then hauls down on it, bringing it around to tie it to your already bound knees. You're forced to lay with your tits pressing against the cold metal of the platter and your bare ass jutting up in the air, wiggling around as you pull futilely at the thick twine. "Stop it! Let me go! Let me gMF!" Your protests are silenced rather than ignored this time as Bunzie forces an apple into your mouth, wedging it in until your jaw is held open uncomfortably, and you can't even bite down properly to free yourself.\n\nYour eyes wide and wild with fear, you watch as Felipe retrieves a large jar of grease, leftover but still warm enough to be liquid, and then upends the whole thing over you. You howl in protest into your apple gag as the quartet of insane automatons grab rubber spatulas and start smearing the stuff all over your body, forcing it into the crack of your ass and even slathering it over your vulnerable pussy. Soon you can see how your shoulders gleam in the wan flourescent lights, and can only assume the rest of your body is similarly slicked up, though your hair is disgusting and clinging to you, stinking of old bacon.\n\n"Hm, something missin', tho..." Boomer muses in his exaggerated backwoods hick accent, making a show of rubbing his flapping lower jaw with one hand. Then he slaps his knee, a faint *clnk* sounding from the padded metal-on-metal contact. "Ah know! Why ain't this a proper pig yet, fellers?"\n\n"I don't know, Boomer, why ees it not a real peeg?" Felipe prompts dutifully.\n\n"Why, ya gotta <i>pork</i> it first!" Boomer cries, reaching up to undo the remaining strap of his overalls and letting them fall to the floor. Your eyes widen at what's revealed... a mostly unformed, vaguely humanoid shape, given no definition or color other than the material his body is covered in. But jutting from his crotch is a massive pink rubber dildo, actually shaped like a dog's penis! It's been sculpted in detail, and tapers back towards a very large knot.\n\n"Oh, Boomer!" Felipe says as the animatronics all howl with merriment, and you shriek into the apple as the robot canine slowly and awkwardly clambers up onto the table behind you. You can feel the pointed tip of the dog dildo running up and down your slit, then pushing into you, the grease providing all the lube he needs. You continue to howl and plead and demand to be let go into your gag even as the others just shriek their cartoonish laughs in merriment at Boomer's pun. The pink rubber spear slides deeper and deeper into you, until you can feel the thick sphere of the knot pressing against your outer lips. Then those big white cartoon gloves thunk down on either side of your head, Boomer bracing himself before he begins really fucking you.\n\nIt's like being raped by, well, by a machine. You can even hear the steady whirs and clicks of his joints as he pumps in and out of you in a fast, hard, perfect rhythm, not a single variation to it. You squeal and yowl, your drool soaking into the apple's flesh and running down your chin. Your body begins to react, your positioning and the thickness of the robot's improvised dick hitting you in all the right places despite it being so wrong for them to do so. There's also the fact that your button gets good and mashed by the girth of his knot every time he thrusts forward, the abuse hovering on the border between pleasure and pain. The sight of those leering, inhuman faces around you, the sound of their tinny artificial laughter, the pleasure you're starting to feel from the rubber animal dong pumping your cunt, they all have your head swimming, the unreality of it all draining your will to resist.\n\n"Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!"\n\nAnd then with a particularly hard shove, Boomer forces his knot inside you. You howl against the bittersweet skin of the apple as your pussy is forced wide around it and then practically gulps it in, the orb sliding deep inside you right up to where the fake cock is connected to the robot's body. You shake and spasm as you cum, your pussy actually gushing around the thin base of the rubber dog dick, soaking your pussy juices into the material of Boomer's skin. He bucks his hips and wiggles them around in a perfect little circle, working the knot around inside you, drawing out your orgasm and making you give more muffled shrieks and sobs of climax against the apple. Then you give a different kind of cry as he yanks hard, pulling the knot out, leaving your pussy gaping slightly around the thinner shaft of his dong. But quickly he resumes giving you that fast, hard, mechanical fucking... but this time forcing the knot in and pulling it out every time. Your eyes roll up in your head as forced orgasm after unwanted climax slams through your body and your brain, leaving you quivering and mewling.\n\n"Fuck the pig! Fuck the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!"\n\nFinally, Boomer pulls all the way out of you, leaving you a shuddering, insensate mass on the platter, barely conscious and only held in position by being tied that way. Your pussy gapes open, streaks of girlcum running through the grease on your inner thighs. "That pig is done porked, fellers," Boomer announces proudly, thumping his hands on his hips, his dildo-cock jutting out in front of him and gleaming in the washed-out light.\n\n"Si, there's only one thing left to do then, senor," Felipe agrees in his overdone nasal accent.\n\nAll four of them grab the corners of the platter and lift you in the air, making you wag your bare ass in the air as you're shaken around. Trying to gather your wits, you look back and forth as much as you're able, starting to make a few half-hearted noises of inquiry. And sure enough, your dilapidated captors have their answer.\n\n"Cook the pig! Cook the pig! Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!"\n\nYour eyes open so wide it hurts, and you start screaming in sheer terror, the sound almost shaking the apple in your mouth. You wiggle and thrash, but it's all for naught as you're carried towards a massive oven set in one wall. Fast Felipe steps away, Beefy Fajeeta taking over his side of the platter so that the overstuffed mouse can haul down the oven door. You howl in denial as the platter is set on the oven rack and you're slid into the tight confines of the little metal box. You stare at the quartet of nightmarishly affable faces staring at you, shaking your head wildly in a last-minute plea, begging them not to do it.\n\n"Cook the pig! Cook the pig!" they chant gleefully as the oven door is slowly lifted, the last thing you hear before it thuds heavily into place and the ratcheting of the lock a giggled, "Iggy-wiggy-miggy-fig!"\n\nYou're left in absolute and complete darkness, the sound of your panicked breathing the only sound. At least, until the orange glow and the droning hum of the heating elements starts...\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CelFiestaPorkEnd]]

"Hey, I know the rest of the house might be kind of cool for you even if I turn the temperature up, so why don't I get some space heaters for in here?" you suggest as she starts pulling out carefully-folded clothing. "That way you could make it as warm as you wanted, pretty much?"\n\n"I don't want to put you to any trouble," she says, squirming a little and glancing over her shoulder at you.\n\n"It's no big, they're right next to the door in the garage. I can get them out and in here, won't take but maybe ten minutes just 'cause there's like four," you assert.\n\n"Um, that would be nice then, thank you," Phoebe answers as she lays a small laptop atop her stacks of clothing. She pauses, glances over at you, and actually blushes brightly... before taking a deep breath and pulling another item out of the bag.\n\nYou have to stop yourself from giggling, since you're absolutely sure she'd take it wrong, but you can't help grinning. "Well he's cute."\n\n"... I know it's stupid," Phoebe says as she moves to sit down on the side of the bed, resting the stuffed lion in her lap and stroking a hand over its mane. "I'm practically a full-grown adult by Gorgon standards, and I'm supposed to be a warrior besides, but... I can't seem to leave Hercules behind."\n\nFeeling fondness grow, you walk over and take a seat beside her. Being careful about your motions so you don't startle her, you drape an arm around her shoulders, managing not to twitch or flinch when you feel several of her snakes brush across your skin as if feeling you out. "Phoebe, you're in a strange place, with a stranger, trying to learn to make your way in a world that's probably totally different than the one you know. You've got a bunch of people putting pressure on you, and your own hopes and dreams to live up to. You're being super strong and tough... wanting an old friend with you when you do all that isn't shameful."\n\nThose pink and blue eyes stare at you, starting to glisten a bit, before she looks away and sniffs, reaching under her glasses to rub at her closed eyes. "... I'm glad you're my homestay, Cyan," she says, voice cracking a little.\n\n"I'll be your friend too, if you let me. Hey," you suggest, grinning again. "The Deviville Zoo actually has a really neat lion exhibit, why don't we go tomorrow? I'm supposed to be showing you around and letting you interact with other people, so they can't argue with me putting two entry fees on their card, right? Besides, I guarantee you it will be nice and hot at the zoo."\n\nPhoebe sniffs again, then gives you a slightly watery smile. "I'd like that, thank you."\n\n"Then I'mma go start bringing in those heaters while you put your stuff away," you say as you get up and head out into the hall.\n\nAfter getting Phoebe's room set up, she joins you in the living room once you've found a temperature that's still decently cool for you and comfy for her while she's wearing her hoodie. She explains a bit about where she's from and what life is like there... apparently Gorgons live on a large island off the coast of Italy that's magically shrouded from most human perception. They have things like technology, movies, and modern clothing, but not a ton of it and a lot of it is outdated, since a group usually only goes to the mainland once every couple of years. Their population is apparently roughly equal to a large town or small city, but spread out over the whole island so it's fairly normal to have a lot of time to yourself.\n\n"Which suits me pretty well, I... I don't really deal with people well," she adds quietly, and if she weren't so obviously sensitive you'd be tempted to award her a good-natured 'fucking duh' award. "Plus I'm... considered a bit strange at home, so my mothers kept me inside a lot."\n\nYou blink. There's a lot to unravel about that statement. Apparently noticing your confusion, Phoebe smiles a little wanly. "My coloration. There are some superstitions about it. And, um... well, there are some male Gorgons, but they're sort of rare, and they have a tendency to be..." She trails off, then shrugs. "But there are other ways to reproduce for us. Sometimes a Gorgon just has a daughter all on her own. My Mother... as in the one who actually had me... is just married to another female Gorgon, so... my mothers."\n\n"Huh, I see." You grin a bit again. "Also, for someone basically from Italy, you don't have an accent."\n\n"My accent's a little closer to Greek, actually," Phoebe murmurs, blushing. "Our island's almost as close to Greece as it is Italy, it's just a slightly shorter trip to... um, anyway. I have... a spell?" she continues, twiddling with her hands. "It's an adaptation spell, I can tweak it for certain things. Right now I'm basically using it for language and so I don't have an accent, but I can ramp it up more when we go out so no one will know I'm a Gorgon. If I don't freak out at least." She huffs... then actually perks up a little, giving you a small, bashful smile and squirming in place. "I'm, um... I'm actually kind of good at magic."\n\n<hr>\n[["Wow, neat!"|HHMCE]]\n\n[["Huh, show me."|GGMCE]]

This thing might not actually be hampering your breathing, but it <i>feels</i> like it is! These things were so stupid, who even wears one and why?! Grabbing at the latches you yank them open, relieved when they pop open fairly easily and you can get the whole thing off with a few yanks. Whew, that's better.\n\nThen you yelp and cover your head as one of the windows shatters, something huge and hairy hitting the floor and rolling before coming to its feet. It's immense! Proportioned almost like a gorilla, but with a very canine head, the shaggy beast growls as it flexes its too-long clawed fingers. Screaming at the sight of a nine-foot-tall werewolf, you scramble across the floor and to your feet, panic-fleeing in a random direction as another of the windows shatters behind you. Then you shriek as you feel a sharp stinging jolt in your back and miss a step, slamming to the ground on your face. Wincing, you reach behind yourself, managing to grip what hit you and yank it out, pulling it around to look at it. It does in fact look like a long needle, with a little ball on the end and a few small stabilizer fins.\n\nThen the dart clatters to the floor as an intense heat floods your entire body. Your muscles spasm, driving you up onto your hands and the balls of your feet without any conscious effort. They continue to shake and tremble, contracting and clenching, the pain making you curl your fingers as if trying to grip fistfuls of floor... and your nails cause curls of wood to spiral away from the grooves it leaves in the floor. Your already tight leather pants begin to tear along the seams as your legs grow more muscular and shift shape, your boots ripping as your toes sprout claws and your feet change configuration. Soon your shirt is starting to tear as well as your breasts expand, a second pair growing in below the original, dark grey and white fur starting to sprout from them and slide across the rest of your skin as they come tumbling into view. \n\nYou tremble as you can feel your face starting to push out, pain and pressure in your mouth accompanying the change of your teeth against your tongue as it flattens and widens. You turn your head up some, vision swimming a little at the sight of the werewolf looming above you, an appropriately wolfish leer on his muzzle as he watches you changing, a long, pointed-tipped red cock jutting from the sheath at the front of his crotch. You yank your head to the other side, seeing that Daniels is still fighting the other werewolf, apparently having been disarmed of his own pistol and reduced to fighting with some sort of combat knife, mostly working desperately to stay out of reach of the beastman's long arms. \n\nYou find yourself gnashing your teeth, some base instinct desperate to feel them wrapped around something. Primal thoughts of sex, food, fighting, begin to flood your mind as your ears stretch and grow, your vision swimming as the colors you're seeing shift back and forth between what you're used to and something more in shades of grey.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in to the urge to fight, attack Daniels.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Give in to the urge to fuck, present to the male.|Hellrise]]\n\n[[Control yourself and fight back.|Hellrise2x2]]

You spend several years consistently going on missions and, every single time, your actions are instrumental in saving the day. Your crewmates always feel a sense of deep gratitude towards you... and not much else, as you don't spend time with them, don't connect emotionally with them, and never really involve yourself in their lives beyond saving and protecting them.\n\nYou bring numerous criminals that have committed awful offenses to justice... not that you really get any satisfaction out of this. Your involvement begins with accepting the bounty and ends with turning the captured bounty over to the proper authorities. You never think about the people you're avenging or protecting by bringing in these criminals... that isn't an issue for you. It's just a matter of bringing them in. Though the families of their victims might sleep better at night, they never think to thank you, because you're just a distant cog in a machine that worked for them for once.\n\nEventually, you're given your chance to do something truly big, truly heroic... it's up to you to save not just a crewmate, not just a world, but the entire universe and all of existence. It's all on your shoulders, and when it comes down to it you leap into the fray... not for love, or passion, or justice, but because it seems the pragmatic thing to do at the time. And so, existence is saved, at the cost of your own life. A grateful universe mourns the hero who stepped up in their time of need, as do your crewmates.\n\nAnd then everything and everyone moves on. Your crewmates continue to remember you, all the times you saved them, and your ultimate sacrifice... when you come to mind. Which isn't often. Because they don't really have anything other than that to remember you by. You were a part of their lives in much the way that a piece of the hull or a particular interface console was... a particularly heroic piece of hull and a very dashing interface console, to be sure! But it's hard to keep you in mind when you never actually made yourself a part of their lives. \n\nSimilarly, you are remembered by history... when you come to mind. There are statues, and notes in history books which recount all the bounty heads you brought to justice in the time before your heroic sacrifice. But there are no collections of your poems to publish, no recovered letters written to friends and loved ones to show who the person was that looked like those statues. As time goes on, you become less and less a figure of history and more of a symbol of sacrifice and heroism. Not a person, but a name to be attached to an ideal. No one wants to grow up to be like Cypher Ceed, because no one knows who Cypher Ceed really was. They just want to grow up to measure up to the feeling 'Cypher Ceed' brings to mind, to all those big golden statues. The human being that was attached to that name fades away out of the collective consciousness, and in the end, that is your legacy...\n\n... a hero, and nothing more.\n\n<b>Cypher Ceed</b> end - <i>Just another forgettable action hero</i>

"Ohhhh? Do you now? Right off the bat? I <i>do</i> like smart playmates," Nyx coos softly.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">Te~ll! Tell~! Tell u~s, tell us~,</font>" Shubrath urges.\n\n"... If I give you another playmate, I can go," you murmurs, feeling a shudder up your spine at the thought of giving anyone to this... thing. This pair of things.\n\n"And <i>that</i>, my dear, is it in one," Nyx declares, clinking its fingertip against its faceplate and raising it up in confirmation.\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA">She knows the se~cre~t ru~le, she knows the se~cre~t ru~le,</font>" Shubrath starts sing-songing, continuing to do so even as Nyx steps back and settles once more into the thing that apparently passes for a chair in this place, and even as Nyx resumes speaking.\n\n"Of course, here we begin to play a little side-game. Where if you can't convince me that whoever should take your place is a better playmate than you are, I might take you <i>and</i> them to play the main game with. But now let's see... you've obviously intuited how I am well enough to understand the secret rule." Nyx spreads its hands slightly as if in a shrug. "I'm betting you know what would encourage me, don't you?"\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a shudder that's mimicked almost mockingly by the wriggling flesh holding you. "Betrayal."\n\n"That's riiiiight."\n\n"<font color="EEE1DA"><b>B̤̞̘̮̘́e͉̜̟̺̥̕̕t̶̴̨͙̙̩̠̖̘̮̳r͓̹̖̘̦̗̥͜a͈͝y̧̜͙͙͉ͅa̝̖̗ļ̬̲̹̼͇͝ͅ!̘̹͚̜</b></font>" Shubrath squeals delightedly, the wrongness in her voice increasing so suddenly and sharply that the entire ship shakes with it... or maybe that's just reality cracking at the edges for a second.\n\nIt actually takes you a few moments to untighten your chest to the point you can breathe, though now you're shuddering almost constantly, sweat starting to dribble down your skin, dripping to the floor or sliding down to touch the flesh wall, making it press a bit closer around you, that lapping sensation edging around your limbs and making you feel like you might be swallowed up. "You'll... you're more likely to let me go if I give you someone close to me. Someone I care about."\n\n"Very good. <i>Very</i> good, I haven't had a playmate so good in awhile and we've barely started. Alright, my darling, so tell me, if you know the secret rule, if you've told me the secret rule, you must be ready to <i>use</i> the secret rule, so who? Hm? Whoooo is going to take your place here in Wonderland? Where may we find them?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Down on the planet.|Cypher10x1]]\n\n[[... On the Meridian.|Cypher]]\n\n[[... Mulsap Twelve.|Cypher9x3]]\n\n[[... Earth.|Cypher]]

You hunch in your jacket against the cold, muttering to yourself. You should have known better than to move to Windigo, even if one of your buddies said he could get you into Joanna Marone's organization. It's blazing hot in the summer and freeze-your-balls-off cold in the winter. And a lot of guys tell stories... freaky stories about fairytale monsters and shit that supposedly lurks in alleyways and sewers and under bridges. You'd think it was ridiculous if it wasn't big tough dudes with guns and suits telling the stories, which just makes it either more ridiculous or fucking terrifying, depending on if you're alone in the dark at the time you start thinking about it.\n\nBut you're not alone in the dark right now... it's noon on a Wednesday in the middle of October, and snow has already threatened to rear it's head. You've been assigned to work a crappy part of town near a nice part of town, which is usually a great place to sell drugs, but today's just been dry, dry, dry. Cold must be keeping all the junkies in their crackhouses. You lean more heavily against the alley wall, wondering if you're going to have to make excuses to your immediate boss yet again today.\n\nAs you're thinking that, a figure comes shuffling up the sidewalk towards you. A very small figure in a very big coat. In fact as it gets closer, you can make out a little face and freckles underneath the knit cap with a private school logo on the front. You recognize it, it's on the gates of a school that's in the nice part of town nearby, which would explain how the kid got here, even if he's probably been walking since the schoolbus dropped him off. He looks about twelve or so, and shifty and nervous as hell.\n\nStill, he apparently spots you and makes a beeline... a slightly too eager beeline, but you suppose what he lacks in subtlety he makes up for in character judgment. He stares at you nervously for a few moments, puffing out cold breaths, then murmurs, "Uh, so man, you got, like... a dimebag? And maybe some E?"\n\nYou eye the little bundle of rich boy in front of you. "Lady" Marone really, really hates it when kids get involved in crime. You yourself are just barely old enough to have not gotten a pat on the head and a drive back to your parents for showing up in her city looking for work. She's promised swift and terrible retribution against anyone who gets a kid hurt or sells drugs to kids in Windigo... doesn't matter who they work for, including herself.\n\nOn the other hand, your direct boss, who <i>also</i> works for her, has really been pushing you to sell your stuff. You could easily doublecharge, or even triplecharge this little rich kid and he'd probably pay it without blinking. Probably no one would ever know, and even if someone somehow found out, you could just plead ignorance or blame your boss for pushing you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sell him the stuff.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him to fuck off.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Kids don't belong here.|YPMarone1x1]]

You've never quite understood the phrase 'insane with anger' before, but you would have to say that defines roaring and charging a helicopter.\n\nThe black-haired man's eyes widen and he tries to snap an order to the pilot, but you've already leaped up to the edge of the railing around the pillar control area and then launched yourself from it to the open doors. Your fist impacts the Turk's face before your feet even hit the floor of the helicopter, and he goes staggering back. Before he can fall to the floor you grab the front of his shirt and begin slamming your metal-covered knuckles against his face again and again, ignoring it as a spatter of his blood spurts across your face while Aerith stares open-mouthed.\n\nThe pilot turns in his seat, trying to bring a pistol to bear on you. Funny thing, your sensei taught you how to handle something like that. Your hand darts out, twisting the gun out of his hand and giving it a slight toss to catch it, then jamming the barrel against the side of his helmet before pulling the trigger. A scarlet mess spatters across the inside of the windshield and the helicopter rather quickly starts to tilt as the pilot jerks and slumps against his restraints. Ducking to grab Aerith around the middle, you turn and leap back out of the helicopter, landing in a crouch on the grating that leaves the Turk in your other hand slamming against it rather roughly, while the sound of the helicopter falling out of the air and exploding somewhere below drifts from behind.\n\nYou release the limp-with-shock Aerith and drag the Turk over to the control panel, where you yank him up and around so that he's allowed to brace his hands on it. You point at the controls. "Disable the explosion. <i>Now</i>."\n\n"Idiot rebel, I couldn't even if I wa-" The word trails up into a high-pitched whimper as you reach down and grab hold of his balls through his pants, squeezing and twisting.\n\n"Disable. The. Explosion," you snarl.\n\n"Yes'm!" he squeaks, starting to type rapidly.\n\n"And call me 'sir', God dammit!" you add, applying just the slightest bit more pressure. \n\n"Yessir! Sorry sir!" He trembles all over as he finishes typing, adding meekly, "Explosives disabled, sir."\n\n"Good." You release his balls, then clonk him atop the head, sending him crumpling to the grating.\n\n"Uh... Tifa?" Cloud slowly steps over, obviously a bit worried. "Are you... okay?"\n\n"I am done with this shit," you growl back. "No more little miss nice rebel."\n\n"Yeah, but Tifa, he-" Aerith starts, her lips clamping together and hands raising in a 'nevermind' fashion when you turn to look at her.\n\n"So, uh... what the fuck we doin' now?" Barret asks.\n\n"First we're going to make sure the explosives are actually, completely disabled," you reply. "Then we're going to-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-get out of Midgar and come up with a better plan.|FFTL]]\n\n[[-hit Shinra where it hurts.|FFTL]]

"You wanted to be the one to turn those Sailor Sluts into yokai, right?" You chuckle again. "I'll distract that bitch, then, and you can drop on her from above and be the end of her as a magical girl."\n\n"Perfect," she replies quickly, turning and leaping up towards the container, her big purple tits and pink udder wobbling with the motion as she lands and steps inside. Something about the way she said that makes you stare after her, but after a moment you turn your attention back to the corner.\n\nIndeed a few minutes later, Sailor Jupiter comes trotting around the corner formed by more containers, her green eyes briefly going wide as she sees you. "Yokai! I knew it!" she cries, throwing her hands up in a gesture, a small antenna extending from her tiara and starting to crackle with electricity. "What have you done to Rei?!"\n\n"The same thing I-!" you start, only to feel hooves slam into the top of your head, making your white eyes bug out comically. Your entire body compresses down, flattening into a smooshed mass between the heavyset body of Milky Mars as she grinds a hoof down against your substance, holding you squashed underneath her hooves.\n\n"Oh no you don't!" Milky Mars declares in a clear voice, resting her hands on her broad hips.\n\n"R-... Rei-chan?" Sailor Jupiter takes a step back, staring, the electricity disappearing in her shock. "What... what happened to you?"\n\n"This yokai tried to corrupt me, but I overcame it, don't worry," the black-haired cow yokai answers with a smile. "I'll hold her here, you go call for the others. I'm sure we can fix it if you do!"\n\n"R-right! Right away, I'm on it!" Jupiter replies, her own tone becoming confident as she turns and scurries off.\n\n"But... but I felt you reveling in becoming a yokai! You wanted it!" you protest, muffled by the hoof indenting your smooth face. "You said you wanted to turn all the Sailor Senshi into yokai!"\n\n"Of course I moo," Milky Mars replies, her voice falling back into its sensual purr. "They're my friends and I want what's best for them, and what's best for them is to become fuck-crazed moonsters free to rape and corrupt as they will. And I don't think you have their best interests at heart, so I'm afraid, Moother, that you'll just have to go," she adds, bending over to grab your bulged-out and compressed sides.\n\n"Wait, Milky Ma-!" you try to protest, but your words are muffled completely as she starts exerting surprising strength to squash and compress you, forcing you down, your substance squashed and forced into a new shape. In a few moments you're roughly the shape of an egg, albeit one the size of a football and considerably thicker on the bottom end.\n\n"Don't worry, you'll still be contribmooting to their corruption," she announces, holding you up in front of her face and smirking at you. "With this plan I'm going to be able to lure them inmoo a container, trap them, and change them all at once. But I <i>will</i> be needing the vast moojority of your energy to do that," she continues, bringing you down, using one arm to lift her udder and bringing your smaller point up to her large, puffy, cowlike pussy. "So goodbye for now, Moother, I'll give you another form someday!"\n\nYou feel her wet, warm pussy stretching open around you as she steadily pushes you inside, and hear her cowlike moans as you spread her open wider and wider. Her pussy is intensely hot and wet around you, and is soon sucking you in without any help from her hands. Your entire egglike shape is soon surrounded by the quivering, enclosing walls of her cunt, dragging you deeper and deeper inside her with every obvious orgasm. You feel your tip nudge against another, even tighter orifice, and then feel that slowly expand around you as you're dragged deeper inside. Once the main bulge of your form is through, you slide right into her womb, resting there helpless, unable to do anything but wait in your offspring's womb for whatever purpose she might turn you to.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|HLSenshi8xEnd]]

"We clearly have enough brains for now," you answer, both of you giving self-satisfied giggles. "Why don't we add some brawn?"\n\n"Sounds good moo me," Milky Mars answers, once more tapping her cheek thoughtfully. "There's a big warehouse that Worldland lets us moo-se for training, it's filled with nothing but empty crates and shipping containers... a perfect place for an ambush. We can moove there and I'll call Jupiter and tell her to come over, she'll never expect a thing."\n\nGiggling eagerly, you nod. "Let's go!"\n\nSoon the two of you are standing in the large warehouse, which looks like it's been set up as the stage for some sneaking-heavy videogame. Milky Mars lifts her former self's cellphone to her ear, dropping the more sensual tone she's taken since changing. "Hey! No, nothing's wrong, I just really felt like getting some training in. Could we hit up the warehouse area together, I already booked it. ... Alright! I'll see you in a little bit, Mookoto!" You watch as she blanches, then winces a little. "No, I'm not teasing you, I just... almost sneezed, sorry. I'll see you in a little bit."\n\n"Do you think she knows?" you ask with a frown as your offspring tucks the phone into her cleavage, where it disappears.\n\n"I doubt it, but if she feels anything is off, she'll be moore likely to show up already transformed. We can't just immoodiately jump her now," Milky Mars huffs, voice falling back into its sensual notes. "We need another plan." \n\nYou glance around, then point upward. "That shipping container up there. One of us can hide in it, the other can stand below, where they're not visible until the Senshi comes around that corner. The one below will be a distraction, allowing the one above to pounce on the Senshi."\n\n"Wonderful idea, Moother!" Milky Mars chirps, clapping her hands together a bit and making her tits and udder shimmy. "But moo's going to be up top and moo's going to be below?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She'll be the distraction.|HLSenshi10x1]]\n\n[[You'll be the distraction.|HLSenshi8x3]]

To a certain extent, your purpose as a yokai is to bring more corruption and evil into the world... and one way to do that is by making more yokai!\n\nGroaning, you grip the Senshi's now somewhat padded waist and start slamming into her, gradually picking up the pace, your stomach flattening out again as you translate a lot of the stored milk into unformed yokai energy. When you finally thrust forward, penetrating the Senshi's womb, what flows out of your cock and into her is not your usual black goo cum, but purple liquid energy. She screams aloud in intense orgasm as the energy begins to suffuse her whole body, her form twitching and bucking in your grasp, the shriek of orgasm gradually transforming instead into a sensual, exultant moo.\n\nYou retract your hoses, setting her upright on her hoof-boots before removing your tentacles as well, stepping around to watch her from the front. She shudders all over, moaning and running her hands over her body, obviously feeling a riot of pleasurable sensation as her skin gradually darkens to a light purple color. The rubber gloves and boots sink into her skin, shifting and taking on a texture more like actual cowhide, the glossy rubber hooves at the end of the boots loosing some of the gloss and taking on a more natural shine as they become actual hooves. Her fingernails turn a similar shiny black as she runs her hands over her hips and ass, both swelling some and rounding out, giving her a more mature and, well, cowlike appearance even as a long, black and white tail sprouts from above her ass, flicking behind her with a hairy tuft at the end. She gives a low, pleased moo as the sclera of her eyes turn black, the red turning a bright glowing crimson instead of the previous muted color. Your connection to her fades as she becomes her own yokai, but you can sense a steady, low-burning sexual desire and exultation forming in her mind before it's lost.\n\n"Milky Mars, at your service, Moother," the new yokai announces, giving her big ass a few slaps, the motion sending impact tremors through it, as well as making her fat purple tits wobble and shed a few droplets of milk from the thick nipples.\n\n"Good good," you chirp, giving her an invisible smile as you nod. "Together, we should have a good chance of conquering the rest of the Senshi!"\n\n"Yes, I think so moo," she says in a seductive tone, laying a fingertip against the side of her glossy, bright red lips. "I can't wait to have some of them writhing under me as they shift and change, becoming moore yokai."\n\n"Oh? You definitely want to change them, then?"\n\n"Mmmoooo, they should know the absolute pleasure that it is to be a yokai," she moans, running her hands up her udder, lifting it and letting it drop and wobble, doing the same thing with her tits. "Besides, they can't try to resurrect and return to normoo if they're busy with an orgy of raping and draining humoons, can they?"\n\n"An excellent point. So which do you recommend going after first, daughter?"\n\nMilky Mars considers for a few moments, tapping her nail against her cheek, before saying. "Either Moocury or Jupiter. Moocury is smart, she could come up with all sorts of moothods to trap the others. Jupiter is strong, though, if she became a yokai she could moove moountains, battering down the others if necessary moodn't be hard. Either one of them is a better bet than going right at Venus or Moo-n."\n\nYou nod at your offspring's suggestions, considering them carefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Mercury.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Go after Jupiter.|HLSenshi8x2]]

"I don't know, the succubus one?" you say with a huff, then blink when Maya starts smirking at you. "... What?"\n\n"Of course a guy would pick that," she says smugly, then laughs when you start spluttering and blushing. "Nah, nah, just teasing you, Jamie, I know you wouldn't be like that. Nah, this one seems fun anyway," she says, flipping through the pages. "You get to mix a bunch of stuff together in a cauldron before doing the chant."\n\n"It's not like we have a cauldr-"\n\n"I'll go get Baal's cauldron out of the basement," Maya interrupts, standing up and walking off. Wait, what?\n\nSoon enough the two of you are indeed out in the back yard, a small fire going under the largeish black metal pot. Baal had a cauldron. ... Okay. Still you have to admit it's kind of fun to dump ingredients into the thing and do the occasional bit of chanting as directed by Maya. It may be dangerously close to playing pretend, but oh well, Maya seems to be into it too so it's not like there's any reason to be embarrassed.\n\n"Huh. It's very... purple, isn't it?" Maya comments as you dump in the last of the ingredients and move over to stand beside her.\n\n"Yeah. We didn't put any purple stuff in, did we?"\n\n"Or blue and red, for that matter. That's kinda neat all on its own. Okay, last step is just one more short chant..." She holds out a hand towards the cauldron, reading from the book as she says, "Cruf sa cusa pek tysh deddeac!"\n\nInstantly there's a large burst of smoke from the cauldron, causing you both to cough and start waving your hands around in an attempt to clear it. At least it does quickly... and then the surface of the cauldron boils more rapidly, before in a shower of purple liquid a figure rises up out of the cauldron, tossing its long, wavy mane of blonde-fading-to-aqua hair, some of it dripping from the pair of curved, blunt-tipped horns that rise up from the sides of her head. Her naked body is... generous in proportions, to say the least, with truly massive breasts, generous hips, and... even a bit of belly pudge? She's beautiful, too, despite the confused look on her face, her eyes remaining closed as she turns her head back and forth. "Hmmm?"\n\n"Holy crap an actual succubus," Maya breathes.\n\n"Ah?" The naked, horned woman focuses in on Maya, then smiles brightly and raises a finger. "Actually I'm not a succubus, I'm a dragon."\n\n"... Wha?" Maya manages. You can't seem to make your own voice work. For some reason you wonder if your nose is bleeding.\n\n"I'm the former god, Quetzalcoatl. Though Lucoa is fine. I'm a dragon! I was just passing nearby and felt a summoning, so I thought I'd come by and see," she continues, wading to the edge of the cauldron to rest her hands on it, then swinging her leg over it, briefly flashing her bare sex at the both of you, then wiggling her generous rear a bit before she turns around to face the two of you. Is she really not a succubus? "Oh, that thing," she says with a little sigh as she sees the book. "No wonder the spell didn't have a lot of focus. Well if you were really <i>trying</i> to summon a succubus, I guess I could call one up for you and be on my way."\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|QOSuc2x1]]\n\n[[Nah.|QOSuc1x1]]

"I think that's everything I can think of," you murmur, feeling tired but no longer in any particular pain, though sweat is now dripping off your body in various places, naked skin gleaming in the white light of the lab.\n\n"And good timing, too, looks like you're done," Dr. Life chirps, tapping a control so that the armatures holding you lower you back down and set you on the bed again, the back of it smoothly raising you into a sitting position.\n\n"Now, there are several methods by which we can heal your spine, but more than that, to give you back agency over your life in this new world of superhumans you've been made a part of," Alexa says, strolling around the room, your bed automatically turning to follow her as she does. She gestures to a well-lit alcove in the wall bearing a long-sleeved one-piece garment made of glossy material with a number of hookups on it. "The first is what I call the UIS... the Ultimate Interface Suit. I'm actually wearing a version of one right now," she adds, tapping her chest. "On its own it won't do much more than bridge the damaged nerves in your spine and help support your body somewhat, giving your now improved ability to heal time to work on its own. It would still likely take many years before you could walk without it, I admit, but in the meantime it would allow you to use almost any kind of technology you can interface with, including suits of 'powered armor'. No matter the interface type, given sufficient scanning opportunity of the technology and access points, this suit can make it work for you. "\n\n"Wow. Where'd you get this?" you ask.\n\n"I designed it myself," she answers, laughing a bit at your shocked expression. "I'm good at just a bit more than running a business, Samantha."\n\n"When I met her, Alexa was already one of the smartest people I'd ever encountered, which is saying something considering I came from cutting-edge genetic science institutions. She was already a hideously underrated inventor and innovator... it took just a single shot to help unlock much of the true potential of the genetics that gifted her with that mind... and body," Dr. Life adds, mismatched eyes twinkling. \n\n"And that brings us to one of Maria's inventions, the Chimeric Chamber," Alexa continues, gesturing to an angled cylinder lined with padding on one side, surrounded by a number of pumps and other machines. "In here, your whole DNA structure will be altered, injected with those of various animals. In the process your body will change... not only healing but gaining immense strength, stamina, and resilience. It would be a fairly radical change, obviously, but also the one most assuredly giving you power that no one could take away from you ever again."\n\nShe continues on to another long alcove wall, this one dotted with... arms and legs. And other things. Most of them seem to be made out of gleaming metal though, and Alexa gestures. "Another option is cybernetic enhancement. Obviously we'd need to replace your spine," she says, tapping a glass cylinder containing a shiny chrome spinal column. "But while we're at it, why not give you a full upgrade? Technological might that would not only be yours to wield, but a part of you."\n\n"Finally, there's another invention of mine, the Activator," Dr. Life picks up, holding up a clear vial mostly full of what looks like something glossy and black, the light of the lab playing off the surface in a rainbow of purples. "This... well, everything else, we'd know fairly well what would happen. This is more distinctly 'you' than any other option, because the healing, the power... it would come from inside you."\n\n"Inside me?" You blink at that.\n\n"My research, and keeping an ear on such events, has shown me that a minority of the human population... but a significant minority... carries a latent gene which causes a cascade alteration along the rest of the DNA helix when it activates, usually due to the hormones associated with puberty. It's relatively rare for this gene to 'awaken' on its own... but the Activator does so without fail. If you have this gene... which my tests say you have a roughly 97% chance of... then the Activator will set it off. Your body will heal, and change, bringing forth some latent ability slumbering in your DNA."\n\n"... What if I'm the other three percent?" you can't help but ask, frowning a little.\n\n"Unfortunately, preliminary exposure to the Activator is... fairly caustic," Dr. Life admits, bobbing her head. "Mild irritation from surface exposure, but the fumes... well. Not-so-mild chemical burns in your lungs. Of course all of that is rapidly mitigated once the gene awakens, as the Activator is perfectly harmless to any of these 'gifted' individuals, it might as well be water to them. But there is that small chance of death, to be sure."\n\n"It's all your choice, Sam," Alexa asks, finally using the short version of your name, drawing your gaze back to her. "What you'll choose to risk, what you'll choose to give up, what you'll choose to gain. And what happens afterward."\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the UIS.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Go in the Chimeric Chamber.|FemPalV1x3]]\n\n[[Be cybernetically augmented.|FemPalV10x1]]\n\n[[Activator exposure.|FemPalV2x1]]

"Immense strength, stamina, and resilience, huh?" you echo, almost thoughtfully.\n\nDr. Life's smile widens. "Ah, an excellent choice, my dear, excellent. At least, I assume you mean...?"\n\n"Yeah." You nod. "I'll use your chamber."\n\n"Excellent!" Rather than waiting on the arms from before, the gold-clad woman actually scoops you up in her own arms, carrying you as if you weighed practically nothing. She lays you out in the padded lining of it. "Oh, I've concocted a very special blend for you, my dear, perhaps my finest ever."\n\n"So when I come out, I'll be like... a human-animal hybrid?"\n\n"Not quite when you come out. The purpose of the chamber is to infuse your cellular structure with the cell-level condensed energy you'll need to properly survive any physical changes, as well as to introduce the latent genes into your structure. Now, we don't know <i>precisely</i> how the changes will affect you, so your actual transformation will take place immediately upon exiting the chamber." She presses a button and bisected glass door swings up, the halves meeting and sealing so perfectly it looks like a solid pane of glass. Her voice is muffled but audible as she says, "To prevent panic, the chamber is equipped with an alpha wave inducer. You'll go to sleep now, and when you wake up it will be time to begin your rebirth."\n\nYou nod faintly, your head already feeling heavy and your eyes drooping, even as neon green fluid begins rushing into the chamber, slowly filling it up and surrounding your toes. You're too sleepy to worry, though, and the last thing you feel before unconsciousness claims you is it rising up over your mouth and nose.\n\nYou jolt awake, suddenly aware that your mouth, your nose, your stomach, your lungs, all of them are full of liquid. More than that your body is thrumming, jittering, like the biggest caffeine and sugar high you've ever felt combined. You thrash in place, pounding on the glass of the chamber, lurching forward when it parts and sends you and a gush of fluid spilling out of it. You tumble forward, barely registering as you catch yourself on both hands and legs, flopping and crawling forward naked and dripping as you gush out the fluid from your mouth. But even as the unpleasant sense of the liquid in your stomach and lungs departs, you feel your body twitching, lurching as your muscles begin to throb and swell, rippling and bulging as they grow. You open your mouth in a strangled yowl, feeling the pressure in your jaw as your teeth sharpen, your canines growing longer and pointier than the rest, even as your back lengthens, extra vertebrae growing in, pushing out ridges from the back of them. Your body trembles as your back and arms are slowly covered in a new growth of scales, sleek and shining and almost clear, your hands clenching and driving the new talons pushing out from your fingertips into them, your toenails sending curls of metal into the air as the balls of your feet push along the floor, lifting your trembling ass into the air in response to the muscle spasms. Your tits, swelling and growing as well, shake beneath you as you jerk and twitch, almost yowling at the feeling of your bones changing.\n\n"Is she alright?" you can faintly hear Alexa's voice asking.\n\n"She's fine, she's approaching the final stage of the transformation," Marie answers. "Sam... Sam, can you hear me? Try to focus, don't lose yourself in the transformation. How do you feel?"\n\n"I..." You hiss out a breath as you try to think through all the strange sensations coursing through your energized body. "I... feel..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... powerful!"|FemPalV]]\n\n[["... invulnerable!"|FemPalV9x1]]\n\n[["... in control."|FemPalV1x4]]

You stare for long moments... but the desire is too strong. Forgetting doubt and better sense, you reach out and take the vial from her fingers, twisting off the little cap and pouring the green liquid across your tongue and swallowing. It tastes... strong. You're not sure what it tastes strongly of, just strong.\n\n"Wonderful," she coos, standing up and tapping on one of the panels on her forearm again. \n\nYou suddenly find yourself laying on a flat, padded surface, which is moving down a long, well-lit metal hallway. To the right of you is Alexa, walking along and looking positively cheerful. "What just happened? Where am I? What was that stuff I took?" you demand, though careful to modulate your voice considering who you're apparently dealing with.\n\n"I do like an inquisitive mind. In order, dear, you were just teleported from place to place. There's a momentary disorientation that causes a few seconds of missing time on either side if you don't take some precautions, it's why you don't remember shifting from your bed to this one. You are in one of my secret facilities in Palladium City, where I do a fair bit of my true work. And what you took was a small dose of a healing agent mixed with a handful of nanomachines that allowed the teleporter to get a proper lock on you."\n\n"Healing agent?" You do find that your pain has subsided to a dull ache, and it's not difficult to prop yourself up on your elbows. "You mean, I'll get better?"\n\n"Not just from that, I'm afraid," another woman's voice answers as the two of you come out into a large room stuffed with strange equipment such as large clear tubes, bundles of robotic arms, glowing force fields, and more computers and vials of oddly-colored liquid than you could shake a stick at. Standing near a grouping of those devices is a tall thirty-something woman with long black hair, her arms and absolutely huge breasts (easily half-again the size of her head) sheathed in gleaming golden latex, leaving her toned stomach bare, her wide hips capped by the high-rise straps of the mid-shin-length latex loincloth she's wearing, legs sheathed almost to the hip in matching latex high-heeled boots.\n\n"Samantha, I'd like you to meet my wife, Maria," Alexa coos as your moving bed comes to a stop in front of the other woman. "Though she's more commonly known to the populace at large as 'Dr. Life'."\n\n"A sincere pleasure," the buxom woman says, bowing briefly, before turning her eyes (one pink and one blue) back to the tablet computer she's holding. The sleeve-gloves of her costume leave her fingers bare as she taps at it. "It's to get the process started, but we'll have to infuse a bit more to get the muscles and bones properly put back together," she continues, even as you yelp at several of the robot arms from above grab you and lift you into the air. "Spines are, unfortunately, a little trickier, all those nerves and neural relays."\n\n"Hey!" you call in annoyance as several of the arms cut off your hospital gown and bandages, leaving you dangling naked with your ugly, wounded legs on display with their splints and pins. "You said-!"\n\n"Don't worry, dear, I always keep my promises," Alexa says in a soothing tone. "This is simply the first step, to get you physically well enough for the true method we'll use to work. It's a bit embarrassing and painful, but it will be worth it."\n\nYour eyes open wide as a number of other armatures lower down, each of them tipped with a syringe full of green fluid, the needles long and gleaming. Then you clench your jaw, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Okay. Got it. Ready."\n\n"That's my girl," Alexa purrs, eyes glinting in admiration as you suppress the urge to scream at the needles sliding into almost every part of your body, in some cases penetrating bone before they begin to inject.\n\n"She's a trooper, alright, I like her," Dr. Life adds in a warm tone, mismatched eyes flicking back and forth as she looks at her tablet screen. "I'm getting a lot of good responses coming back already."\n\nYou hang a bit limply in the restraints, letting yourself pant as the needles retract, forcing yourself not to do any more than twitch as the other arms start pressing on your legs, removing pins, and generally sending dull, throbbing pain all through you. "Glad to impress," you rasp hoarsely.\n\n"Oh, you most certainly are. Now, this will take a little bit, and you're going to want to keep your mind off what your body is doing and what's being done to it," Alexa answers, folding her arms. "So, I'm sure a bright girl like you has questions. Let's hear them. I promise you every answer I give you will be quite truthful."\n\n<hr>\n<i>(These are not branch options. Once you've finished checking them out, or if you've played this part before, just select "That's it.")</i>\n\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[["Wife"?|FemPalV1x1e]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"... in control..." you hiss out, shuddering a little as the words come out slightly sibilant, your tongue wiggling strangely in your mouth as it grows longer and thinner. And yet despite that, stating the very words helps you feel calmer, your breathing slowing as the spasming of your muscles settles, your form becoming more sleek and curvaceous as the smooth, slick scales continue spreading across it, turning a rich purple color with splashes of yellow and red.\n\n"I am in... control," you repeat, your voice coming out calm now, the scales covering your breasts and smoothing away your nipples, making them look more like decorative mounds on your chest than anything. Your breath hisses softly as it rushes between your teeth, your canines growing and curving, turning into proper fangs as your tongue flicks back and forth between them. You give another soft hiss and arch your back in the air as a long, thick scaly purple tail pushes out from your lower back, thrashing back and forth in the air. "I am in control," you whisper again, feeling your face shifting, taking on a slightly squarish muzzle, your eyes angling into a harsh slant even as they grow somewhat larger, your vision sharpening, both Alexa and Dr. Life seeming to glow softly even in the light of the lab, the warmth of their bodies brushing against your tongue as it moves.\n\n"Control," you repeat almost thoughtfully as the pale yellow scales running down your belly coat between your legs, smoothing out your labia and tightening your entrance until it's a simple slit between your legs. You let out a pleasured breath as another slit on the front of your crotch opens and first one, then another long, slick, dripping purple cock pushes out, both members long and spearlike, with faint bulges towards the bottom just where they exit from your cockslit. "Nnnh..." You inhale deeply, then whisper again, "Control," urging your cocks back inside you, the slit from which they emerged disappearing as it seals closed, the one between your legs doing the same. You roll your shoulders and arch your head as your hair melds into your body, your ears stretching out and taking on a thick inner lining as they connect to your shoulders, forming a sort of hood.\n\nYour trembling now completely stopped, you rise to your feet, your fangs tucking away smoothly as you close your mouth. Your tongue does flit past your muzzle a bit as you examine yourself, flexing your hands and extending and withdrawing your talons a few times. "I'm complete," you say after a moment, raising your head to look at Dr. Life.\n\n"You do certainly seem to be," she answers in a pleased tone, her voice dripping with a practically sexual pleasure, barely able to drag her eyes away from you to look at her tablet. "Obviously the snake DNA has wound up in the forefront. Venom glands in the talons as well as the fangs... but the glands themselves seem to be set up to produce multiple substances. Or perhaps there's not even a set limit to what they could make, fascinating. The psionic area of the brain seems to have awakened as well. Extreme muscle density and flexibility, highly segmented bone structure, full male and female reproductive organs... though I'm not detecting any actual mammary glands, the breasts seem to be purely ornamental now," she muses. "The spinal column is not only healed, but highly developed, as is the brain stem... I'd say she could have fairly complete control over her bodily functions, all of them."\n\n"Fascinating," Alexa almost breathes, before smiling. "Well, Sam... though no doubt you'd like to choose some more appropriate nom de plum now... as promised, we have healed you and given you back your ability to walk, and much more. Now, would you care to strike out on your own... or perhaps work with us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[On your own.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[With them.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Actually, they should work for you.|FemPalV]]

You have to admit, as strange as that whole 'literally being in an SFM porn' thing was, with the glossy models, sound clips, and amateur voice acting... it was still pretty fucking hot. Obviously this guy (or girl, their username was pretty neutral) knew what they were doing. Actually, it looks like they have a 'Ponysona' and one of the videos has them, so you could always... well, thank them, sort of secondhand. The videos are just listed by the character they involve, the program apparently boiling it down. The last on the list is the video you had to donate the most to get access to... it's sort of intimidating, seeing that one single word there. A very, very silly word, and yet what it means if this thing really does convert it into a completely realistic experience... whew.\n\n[[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x5]]\n\n[[Fluttershy|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Applejack|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Rainbow Dash|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Rarity|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Pinkie Pie|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Octavia & Vinyl Scratch|GGPorn]]\n\n[[The CMC|GGPorn]]\n\n[[The Wonderbolts|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Hurricane|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Absolutely Everyone|GGPorn]]

With your heart full of neutrality, you shrug. "Well, if he was teasing you, no reason to let it get to you. Best thing to do is put them back and, when you get home, act like you somehow never found them."\n\n"You're probably right. He just better not have taken any of my clothes out to get them in here," she says with a sigh, tucking the bears back into her bag after a cursory examination to see if she can spot anything obviously missing. She flops out on her back, rolling her eyes. "The little weirdo's always got something he's fiddling with, gadgets or stuff he found at garage sales or whatever. Someday he's going to grow up to be one of those people you see on 'hoarder' shows."\n\nYou laugh and sprawl on your own bed, the two of you chatting and giggling for a little longer before turning out the light and going to sleep. \n\nThe rest of the trip goes without incident, with you using the same rooming setup. Cassie complains about her brother a few more times, but you're used to that and mostly just reply on automatic. Still you're going to be a little glad to not be spending every night in a room with her once you get to the camp, even if you're really going to be in a room with everyone else as well. The bus drives through a much more inviting-looking set of woods than the ones you encountered on the first night of the trip, eventually driving past the 'Camp Tumble' gates and into the central area.\n\nThe whole place is packed with teenage girls, probably over 500 of them, some in their cheerleading uniforms and others in casual clothes, either dressed in jeans and t-shirts for the mild summer weather or in tops and skirts to try and impress everyone else. You try to keep everyone together once Coach Morrison's gone off to sign you in, but for the first time ever you have a real "herding cats" moment with the squad and soon they've all dispersed, chattering gleefully with the sheer multitude of new people to meet. Eventually you just throw your hands up in defeat, figuring they can read about where you're all being bunked on the bulletin board.\n\n"Hey, you're Amanda from Deviville High, right?" A slightly older girl... though most of the girls here look at least a year older... approaches you, grinning. Pale-skinned and with a long black ponytail, she's <i>very</i> pretty and has one of the more girlishly charming smiles you've ever seen. "My name's Sharon, from Hill Heights. I saw you cheer at the freshman basketball game at our school."\n\n"Oh, I think I saw you in the stands then, hi!" You shake her hand, smiling brightly at her.\n\n"Even though I'm a junior, it's my first time here. But some of the girls who have been here before have said there's this big old site out in the woods from like pre-Columbus days," she continues, leaning in and lowering her voice to a whisper. Or as much of a one as will still carry over the din of hundreds of chattering teenage girls. "There's going to be a big ritual out there tonight. Probably just a bunch of partying and gabbing, maybe a little drinking. Be a chance to get away from the adults for awhile, you wanna...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Ooo, secret rituals, neat!|CheerFest1x1]]\n\n[[Gasp! BREAK the RULES?! Are you mad, woman?!|CheerFest]]

"So what's Elly's problem, anyway?" you ask.\n\n"Well, Elly's been might plum special t'me, ever since my dear ol' Petunia passed on." Herschel takes off his straw hat and puts it to his chest, bowing his big head sadly, which looks weird considering it's still shaped in a smile. He plops the hat back on his head. "Year or two back me an' her decided it was time fer me ta get back on th' horse. Well, maybe for her ta get back on th' horse, in this case."\n\nYou hurriedly muffle a snort of laughter, jerking your head forward. Did he actually <i>mean</i> it that way?!\n\n"Gesundheit," Herschel says solemnly. "Anyway, we've been tryin' ta have a little on t'gether fer some time now, but seems like nothin's really workin'! I figure maybe ya could talk ta 'er, see if ya can put yer heads t'gether and come up with somethin'!"\n\nYou squint at him, unsure if the actor's just putting you on now. There's no way this could be an appropriate activity subject for a family amusement park, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, whatever. Help Elly, er, conceive.|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What were the other problems, again?|HerschelHorseStart2]]

... Eh, what the hell, this place sounds like it at least wouldn't be <i>boring</i>. You're a bit surprised that this one is "warm body" status, meaning all you have to do is accept and then show up, but what the heck, you'll at least check it out. Since it does sound like it's a more upscale sort of thing, you put slightly more care into your showering and grooming than you might otherwise, and don your interview suit before heading to the address the agency sent you once you accepted the job. It looks like... an office building. So no shocks so far, at least until you realize the front door is buzz-for-admittance.\n\nA few seconds after you press the button, the door opens to reveal a slightly androgynous but very attractive individual that you're fairly certain is a man (mostly by the shoulders and very slight indicators in the jawline, as well as the style of his glasses) with long black hair, wearing an extremely nice black suit. He looks you up and down with cool, pale eyes that almost look yellow, then nods. "You must be the individual who accepted the Dispute Settlement Specialist position."\n\n"Ah... yeah, that's me."\n\n"My name is Agamemnon, I am the one who placed the ad. Please, come inside, I will take you to your new employer." He steps back and gestures you in ahead of him.\n\nYou feel a sort of odd sensation when you step across the threshold... you're not sure how to describe it, it's like your legs just did a hop in mid-step. Then you notice that the hallway you're now in is a little... weird. Basically, rather than the lobby you might have expected, or even a typical office building hallway if it was that sort of building, it's more like the passage in a castle. ... Wait, no, that's not right either, it's more like a hallway in a high-end Halloween haunted house attraction that's done up as a spooky gothic castle. You're starting to wonder if this is some sort of Hot Topic-esque company, when Agamemnon urges you on with him quietly.\n\n"Now, most likely you have noticed that the job listing was somewhat sparse on details," he says simply as the two of you walk along. "I will admit that I wrote it to deliberately be so."\n\n"Er, that right?"\n\n"Yes. The job you are being offered is rather unique, and would defy the belief of most. That is why I feel it would be best for you to discover its nature without being told. However, I must warn you that our employer is both powerful and what you would consider eccentric. It would be extremely unfortunate if you insulted her. So let me take a moment to give you some advice before we arrive." He stops and turns to face you, raising a hand and extending fingers as he offers up the points of suggestion. "Indulge her, but do not condescend to her. Take her seriously and show her respect. Believe what she tells you because not only does she mean it, it's likely true. Be honest and never lie, but also be careful about how you phrase harsh truths. And most importantly, never. Ever. <i>Ever,</i>" he continues, leaning in closer with each of the last words until he almost bumps foreheads with you. "Say the word 'flat' in her presence. Understood?"\n\n"... Okaaaay," you reply, blinking slowly.\n\n"Just do your best," he says with a sigh, drawing away and taking a moment to straighten his tie and lapels, before walking to the nearby double doors and pushing them open.\n\nYou kind of expected the overdone gargoyles-and-demons motif throne room at this point, mostly you're just surprised at how big it is. Directly ahead is a giant throne obviously intended to invoke Pure Evil but winds up looking just a little silly by how over-the-top it is with all the screaming faces and snarling monsters and dozens of melted swords. Arrayed out to the sides of the throne are several other very pretty, slightly androgynous people in nice suits, and sitting on the throne is a... teenage girl. Well, maybe about thirteen. She's apparently doing some sort of 'cosplay' thing, because she's wearing a pair of black horns on her head, her green hair pulled into twintails just behind them and tied with purple ribbons, as well as a pair of wings that are apparently fastened on at her lower back, same with a tail. And... well, if she was your daughter, you probably wouldn't let her out of the house wearing that, you can't help but think. The theme seems to be 'black leather and hearts', from the choker with a heart clasp at her throat, to the halter top with a partially open front and another heart clasp (cupping against fairly negligible breasts... ohhhhh), to the bottoms that look sort of like hot pants but with parts of the hips and front cut out to make them even skimpier. Other than that it's some decorations around her upper arms, a strap around her right thigh, and some fingerless gloves. Tch, they're even letting her walk around barefoot? At your approach she pops to her feet and strikes what she apparently thinks is a cool pose, her pink eyes alight.\n\n<img src="images/DiabolicCatastrophe.png">\n\n"WA! HA! HAAAAAAAAAAA! Struggle, mortal, to not fall dead of pure fright, your heart burst into a thousand pieces when you realize you stand before Queen Diabolic Catastrophe of the Shadow Planet, and her Dark Great Kings! Agamemnon! Ozymandias! Gilgamesh! Romulus and Remus! Can your mind absorb the terror?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Oh, uh, just barely!"|DarkMike1x1]]\n\n[["[Monotone] Uwaaaah, so scary, I'm dying, ahhhhh."|DarkMike]]\n\n[["Who is this sassy... thot child?"|DarkMike]]

"Hahaha, I don't think you get how this works, Karen," you answer, grinning broadly, resisting the urge to break into a full-on villainous laugh as her head whips back around to face you. "This video will lead to embarrassment and humiliation for you, maybe other consequences too, whether it gets released today or twenty years from now. Heck, the better you do in life, the worse it'll be... you know big companies don't care how long ago some embarrassing stunt was if they think there's the slightest chance it will hurt their bottom line. Plus, what if Owen is famous and successful when he hears that little comment? I mean, right now he could just have you ostracized, but if he's like a senator or something-"\n\n"Alright, alright!" You'd watched her grow pale again, and she finally puts her hands up to stop you. Her hands trembling a bit, she hugs herself. "God, you're evil, you know that...?"\n\n"Kinda realizing it, yeah," you answer with a smile. "Anyway, you're gonna do what I say, as long as I say. Got it?"\n\nYou watch as she struggles internally for a moment, but finally her shoulders slump and she gives a small nod, looking at the floor again.\n\n"Good! Now, I think a good start is..."\n\n<hr>\n"[[... taking me out for a day on the town.|GGKaren]]"\n\n"[[... introducing me to your friends as your new best friend.|GGKaren]]"\n\n"[[... licking my pussy.|GGParent3x7]]"

"You... what?" Karen just stares, her eyes widening again as you undo your jeans and start wiggling out of them. Swallowing, she holds up her hands. "Hey, uh, no offense, but I'm straight, so-"\n\n"That sounds like a personal problem, to me," you answer as you finish getting the jeans, your panties, and your socks off, then lean forward a bit as you pull off your shirt, baring your pert tits as you toss it aside. Grinning, you lean back on your hands some, spreading your legs a little to show off your smooth crotch. Her eyes are drawn to it almost reflexively before she yanks them back up to your face. "I'm not asking you to marry me and live in a loving relationship, I'm telling you to get down on your knees and eat me out until I cum. ... Repeatedly." Smirking, you add, "Oh, but first I'm telling you to strip down too."\n\nFor a moment it looks like she's on the verge of rebellion, and like she might outright refuse. Then she sighs and lets her shoulders slump some, before she peels off the shirt, revealing a plain white bra beneath it, obviously not having felt the need to dress up for her blackmailer. Still, it shows off two of the reasons she probably got elected to student council, and they jiggle free as she undoes the bra and drops it before undoing her shorts as well. She shoves them down and steps out of them, obviously fighting not to cover herself, instead showing off the fullness of her breasts and their perfect pink nipples, and her own smooth-shaven crotch, before murmuring, "Satisfied?"\n\n"No, I'm not going to be satisfied until you put that tongue to work down here," you answer, stroking two fingers along your slit. "And the sooner I'm satisfied, the sooner you can stop, yeah? So put some effort into it."\n\nFuming and trembling a little, Karen walks over to you and just glares in impotent fury for a second before sinking down to her knees in front of you. She leans in slowly, her hands starting to come up to rest on your thighs almost as if in instinct, before she redirects them to brace against the side of the bed instead. Her face comes in close enough you can actually feel her breath on your sex, her whole body trembling a little, her eyes rolling up to look at you as if you might show mercy at the last moment. But when all you do is grin at her, she sticks her tongue out, apparently unable to help but look right at your pussy as she gives it a small, tentative lick. When you only make a noise urging her on, she shifts in place a little before giving one of your pussylips a longer lick, then moving over to do the same to the other. "C'mon, you can do better than that," you coo mockingly, making her jump a little. "You're never gonna make me cum at that rate. You don't still wanna be in this position when your parents come home, do you?"\n\nThat does seem to motivate her a little, and she begins licking more firmly, even allowing her tongue to slip inside you a bit. At your more encouraging noises, she picks up the pace, licking with more aptitude if not exactly enthusiasm. Her eyes close as more and more of your juices start coating her tongue, obviously trying to imagine she's doing something else, the poor little hetero. Actually, if you were completely honest, you're not super interested in girls... but the power trip of making her do this is getting you off muuuuch more than any pure sexual attraction could! To that end, you pick up the phone you slipped out of your jeans when you took them off and bring it up, activating the camera again and setting it to record, getting a nice clear view of Karen's face as she presses in close to work her tongue inside of you.\n\n"Mmm, that's right, baby, suck on one of my pussylips," you murmur at her, but definitely loud enough for the recording to pick up. She opens her eyes and looks up at you as you speak, and starts at the sight of your phone. But before she can protest or ruin the atmosphere, you remind her, "C'mon, you know you have to!" Fuming, she does as told, leaning in and wrapping her lips around one of your lower lips, sucking at it, before turning her head and doing the same to the other. "Mmm, yeah, your tongue feels really good," you continue in a sensual but lightly mocking tone. "Get it in deep, reeeally press your face up against me and get my pussy juice all over your face, honey, yeah," you add with a moan as she obeys, pressing her mouth in between your pussylips and working her tongue around in swirls. "Okay now look up at me and tell me you love licking my pussy."\n\nKaren raises her head a little, her lower face indeed smeared with wetness, and murmurs in a slightly breathy but also rather sulky tone, "I love licking your pussy."\n\n"No, now <i>c'mon</i>," you urge, smirking as you drape your legs over her shoulders and urge her back in for a moment, Karen 'mmmf'ing as her face is pressed back to your cunt, her tongue going back to work on you almost automatically, or perhaps trying to plead for mercy again. "Say it like you mean it, baby, you're down there naked between my legs licking me, you may as well fess up, huh?"\n\nGroaning lowly, though considering it's partially muffled by your crotch it probably comes out more erotically than she intended, Karen looks up at you and does a decent job of sounding turned-on as she says, "I love licking your pussy, Cyan, your pussy tastes so good."\n\n"Mmmhmmm, that's right, huh?" You pet over your hair, gently urging her back to her licking as you keep the camera on her, letting the phone catch your own little gasps and moans as she gradually works you closer. "Yeah, you're getting me closer, c'mon, keep licking my pussy, yeah, your tongue feels sooo good inside me, yeah, yeah," you urge her on, your voice becoming more enthusiastic as she redoubles her efforts. Until you finally cry out lowly and jerk your hips forward, grinding them against her lips and tongue as you cum.\n\n"S-so is that enough?" Karen, she of the wet face, asks as you lower the camera and your hips, swinging your legs off of her shoulders. \n\n<hr>\n[[For now.|GGKaren]]\n\n[[Not yet.|GGKaren]]\n\n[[Her turn.|GGParent3x8]]

"Um, well, no, sir, I admit I don't actually work here," you answer, clearing your throat and fidgeting a little, partly to look nervous and partly because you are. "See, I'm a friend of Karen's from school. I came by today to check on if my contract was up, and she suddenly started feeling really sick. She didn't want to leave the store empty so she wouldn't go take care of herself, so I finally said I'd cover for her. I think she's back in the toilet."\n\n"Sick?" The manager still looks suspicious, eyeing you as if considering whether to throw you out and go storming back.\n\n"Yeah, y'know... girl stuff," you murmur, gesturing vaguely in the direction of your own lower half.\n\nAt that he blanches, then clears his throat. "I see, um, that's understandable. This sort of thing really isn't standard procedure, but I'll... talk about that with her later. Her... her shift is almost over, so just... I'll visit again next week," he murmurs, before beating a hasty retreat.\n\nYesss, the vague 'girl stuff' implication wins again! You smirk a bit at the sight of him getting into his car and driving off, then notice the sound of the backroom door creaking open. Not wanting to deal with your father right now, you duck to hide behind one of the tablet displays. A few moments later you hear the door ding, and can see your father's car pulling away. Glancing around to make sure you're really alone with Karen, you emerge. She's tidied herself up pretty well... pants back up, obviously, hair smoothed back and her ponytail redone, makeup freshly applied. Grinning, you walk over to the counter.\n\nShe starts a bit, obviously surprised at not having noticed you come in, then does the Customer Service smile. "Hi, welcome to-" She notices the nametag you're wearing, and falters a bit. "Er, you're really not supposed to be wearing that."\n\n"Oh, what, this?" You gesture to the tag with one hand, since you're holding your phone with the other. "Ah, see, I needed to put this on to cover for you. The regional manager came in while you were busy in the back room, and if I hadn't talked him into leaving he'd have probably walked in on you."\n\n"Oh! Oh God, thank you!" she gasps, putting her hands over her mouth. "I mean, I think maybe I've seen you at school, I had no idea you were so cool, I-" Then the rest of what you said starts filtering in, and a bit of the color goes out of her face. "Um, I... I mean, when you say, 'walked in on'...?"\n\n"Walked in on you fucking my dad, yeah," you answer cheerfully, lifting your phone and tapping the play button with your thumb. You had it queued up right to the bit where she was saying how much better his cock was than her boyfriend's, and at hearing that she goes completely white, her legs actually shaking visibly.\n\n"Oh God, oh God, I'm sorry, I... I mean, I just... he..."\n\n"Shush shush shush," you interrupt her rambling, stepping forward and patting her shoulder. "That's enough now. I think you need to turn your thoughts to what it's gonna take to keep this quiet."\n\n"I... I..." She gulps hard, then nods once.\n\n"Good. Now..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Start with the demands now.|GGKaren]]\n\n[[Meet up to discuss it later.|GGParent3x5]]

This stuff's always the most stylish, isn't it? Blades, bows, see your weapons here.\n\nThere's plenty of elaborate displays set up here. Someone's even got a display of an Excalibur sticking out of a real boulder. There are some wax reproductions of characters holding the weapons... that's a pretty impressive Arnold Schwarzenegger they've crafted, holding his Atlantean sword.\n\nYou wander around for awhile, looking through the glass or past the velvet ropes at the weaponry. It looks cool and all, but you're starting to despair of your earlier determination to find something and break the no-touching rule. But then you find the perfect opportunity along one wall.\n\nThese seem to be one of those exhibits where they haven't bothered to put up what movie (or movies) they're from... whatever it was, most of the budget clearly went towards paying their weapons crafter. There's an array of midevil fantasy-looking weapons just hanging there on the wall, behind a rope but easily in reach of your hand, no stretching required. All you need to do is reach out and commit your little act of rebellion... well, that and pick which of the weapons you want to touch first!\n\n<hr>\n\n[[The Longsword.|EricMFStart]]\n\n[[The Broadsword.|FemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[The Spear.|ShemaleBarbarianStart]]\n\n[[The Greataxe.|FemaleOrcStart]]\n\n[[The Double-Headed Greataxe.|MaleOrcStart]]\n\n[[The Really Restonkingdiculously Huge Axe.|MinotaurStart]]\n\n[[The Bow.|MaleElfStart]]\n\n[[The Pretty Curvy Sword.|FemaleElfStart]]

A smirk creeps over your face as you slip your phone out of your pocket and flick open the camera feature, setting it to record. The light's not that great in the back room, but on the other hand your phone's camera is <i>excellent</i>... definitely enough to get good shots of both their faces.\n\n"Oh, oh, oh god your cock's so big," Karen whimpers, bucking her hips back wantonly towards your father's thrusts, shaking her ass like a complete slut as she's fucked in semi-public.\n\n"Oh yeah?" your father says with a sneer, delivering another good hard slap to her round, jiggling ass. "Bigger than that football player boyfriend of yours?" Before she can even answer, he grabs her waist with both hands and begins thrusting faster than ever, making her knock several boxes off the pallet as she's pushed forward.\n\n"So-o-o-o-o mu-u-u-u-uch bigger-r-r-r-r!" she whimpers, voice shaking from the impact of your dad's hips against her.\n\n"God I love fucking you little teenage sluts, I've lost count of all of you I've caught gagging for this big married dick," your father grunts out.\n\nSuppressing a giggle both at the ample material you've been given and at the cheesy sex-talk, you close your phone and carefully pull the door almost completely closed, the sounds of sex quickly growing almost completely muffled. It's not a terribly long clip, but you've got more than enough to blackmail-\n\n<hr>\n[[Your father.|GGParent9x1]]\n\n[[Karen|GGParent3x3]]\n\n[[Both.|GGParentPlaceholder]]

Trying to lean too hard on your father would be a risky business... cheater or not, he is still one of your parents and that gives him pretty impressive power over you (at the very least, in your mind). Karen, on the other hand... she's only a year older than you. She's also a member of the popular set, which even if that didn't almost automatically make her an acceptable target, not to mention someone who can do a lot of things for you. She's pretty well-off besides, you're fairly certain, so there's something on that end too.\n\nYou glance around the empty store, then frown. Losing her job would be one of the things you could hold over Karen's head, considering that she's fucking (a married man) in the back room when she's supposed to be on duty. Thus you're put in the odd position of covering for your intended victim. Shrugging, you rummage around under the counter and come up with a spare nametag... one of Karen's, amusingly enough. Pinning it to your shirt, you resolve to put off any customers with an excuse of the system being down.\n\nYou spend a boring five minutes or so, mostly focusing on listening to the hallway for any sign that your dad and Karen might be about to emerge. Then the door chimes and a man in a suit, wearing a laminated card on a lanyard, and carrying a leather document folder walks in. He immediately scowls at you as he notices you behind the counter, making a beeline over. "You're not in specified attire, not anywhere even close." Then he glances at your nametag and scowls even more. "More than that, only one Karen works here, and you're not her. She <i>is</i> scheduled today, so where is she and who are you?" You take a quick glance at his card and see the store's logo and 'Regional Manager' before looking back up at his face.\n\nWhoops, time for some quick thinking. On the other hand, you could abandon the plan and just get her in trouble, that would be pretty hilarious.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cover for her.|GGParent3x4]]\n\n[[Send him to the back.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lead him to the back.|GGParentPlaceholder]]

"Y-yeah," you admit, raising a hand to point. "I tried to make you feel like scratching your belly... then touch your ear."\n\nMaya blinks, then yanks her hand down from her ear as if burned. "Wait, seriously?"\n\n"Yeah, seriously, I'm not making it up."\n\nShe stares at you for a moment, then says, "Okay, try it again. This time try to make it something I'd notice doing."\n\n"... Okay."\n\nShe stares at you expectantly, and when nothing happens after a moment huffs. "Nothing. Okay, I think I'm gonna go get a coke, you want a grape soda?" she asks, setting the book aside as she stands up and heads out the door. You hear her footsteps padding lightly down the hall... then pausing... and then a mad scramble back, where she practically slams against the doorframe leaning in. "Wait, did you do that?!"\n\nAt your sheepish nod, she just stares, then puts both hands to her head. "Oh wow. I was sitting there <i>looking</i> for it and I didn't even notice."\n\n"S-sorry."\n\n"No, it's okay! Jamie, this... this actually works!" she says excitedly, grabbing the book and flipping back to the page with the spell. "Who knows if the others do, but this one does! Jamie, we could change the world with this ability!"\n\n"Maya, I dunno..."\n\n"But it's foolproof, if other people don't know it exists, they won't even question why they're doing things, they'll just do them! Businesspeople, politicians, <i>world leaders</i>! Think of all the good we could do! ... Or at least changes we could make," she adds in a slightly more thoughtful tone. She considers for a moment, then shoves the book at you. "Here, cast it on me!"\n\n"Maya!" you yelp at having the book foisted into your hands.\n\n"Come on, Jamie! With the two of us using this power, we can do so much! Cast it on me!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Cast it.|QOBook]]\n\n[[That's a bad idea.|QOBook]]

Seems best to stick with the main character, you think with a grin, responding to Ranma's greeting of a moment ago with an easy, "Hey, Ranma." Just to fill the silence as you consider all the mischief you could get into. Let's see, how to begin...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Molest him as-is.|RanTat1x3]]\n\n[[Change to a girl, then molest him.|RanTat]]\n\n[[Change Ranma to a girl, then molest her.|RanTat3x1]]\n\n[[Why not both?|RanTatplaceholder]]

Your grin turns positively wicked as you remember what the intro text said. It's basically impossible for NPCs to resist you if you come onto them... regardless of their own preferences. The thought sends a delightful little shiver through your body and has your cock hardening beneath the loose black silk of your pants as you walk over towards Ranma, then settle down onto hands and knees to crawl the remaining distance.\n\n"Huh?" Ranma blinks and raises his head as you move in between his legs, then his eyes go wide as you start to pull down the front of his pants and underwear. He puts a hand against your head, but can't seem to actually push you away. "Whoa, dude! What are you doing?!"\n\n"I'm gonna suck your cock, what's it look like?" you reply in a teasing tone as you fish out his soft cock, pushing the waistband of his pants and boxers underneath his balls, baring him to your thoughtful inspection. Looks like he's a shower, not a grower... he's nice and long and thick despite being completely soft.\n\n"What the hell, man?! I don't like guys!" he protests, his eyes still wide and his cheeks aflame. He swings his legs out wide, looking like he'd really like to scramble away from you. But his legs just twitch, as if he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.\n\n"Just don't get hard, then," you say with a smirk, before moving forward and slipping the head of his cock into your mouth. You start sucking gently and rolling your tongue around it, earning a loud gasp and a twitch of his whole body. You keep your eyes rolled up to watch his face as you continue suckling at the tip of his dick, starting to bob your head just a bit, lips sliding along the smooth, silky skin. His own big blue eyes are watching you with an expression somewhere between horror and fascination, which only grows as his cock steadily hardens, pushing upward and further into your mouth as you keep sucking. \n\nYou grin around his pole, your eyes dancing with a wicked gleam as he grows to full hardness between your lips, and he looks away, obviously embarrassed at his body's betrayal. And yet he clearly can't help but look back at you again as you start bobbing your head with more purpose, sucking at him rather audibly now, your tongue washing the underside of his shaft as you move. You take a moment to reach back and push down your own pants and wriggle your way out of them, glad that apparently no one bothered to include underwear for your game avatar. It only takes a few moments for you to be bare from the waist down, your balls dangling down between your legs and cock jutting forward as you refocus on sucking the unwilling Ranma's very willing dick.\n\nHe's breathing hard by the time he bumps against the back of your throat, and when you push forward and actually start swallowing him down he lets out a muffled cry, biting down on his lower lip quickly. From the way his shaft is throbbing against your lips and tongue, you don't think the poor straight teen can take much more of being sucked off by his male buddy. Just to make it a bit worse on him, you raise back up and focus on the head again, sucking harder and really working your tongue, while you wrap one hand around his shaft and pump it quickly.\n\nRanma gives another muffled cry as his hips give a slight jerk as he throws his head back. His first spurt hits the top of your mouth and dribbles onto your tongue before you gulp it down. By the time he lifts his head to look at you again, you've drawn your mouth up and off slightly so that he can actually see his load squirting into your open mouth as you grin seductively at him. He lets out a despairing groan and slumps back on his hands some, panting. "Fuck... oh fuck, geez, what did you... oh geez, man..."\n\nGiggling a little, you lift up some as you ponder just how to make it even worse for him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make him return the favor.|RanTat1x4]]\n\n[[Make him fuck your ass.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Fuck his ass.|RanTatplaceholder]]

Deciding the tattoo sounds like it could be amusing, you tap that option. The window disappears and you feel a tingling on your right forearm. Looking down at it, you see a white and black tattoo that looks like a long oval Yin-Yang. Actually, the more you look at it, the more it looks like a squashed-together six and nine doing their impression of a Yin-Yang. That's either kind of clever or the least clever thing you've ever seen, you're not sure which.\n\nYou notice that Ranma no longer looks frozen in time, and in fact tilts his head and looks towards you a bit as if noticing that you only just entered the room. "Oh, hey Eric. S'up?" Apparently bored, he looks up at the ceiling again, not seeming particularly interested in your answer.\n\nYou look at him thoughtfully as you consider your options. If the tattoo works as advertised, there's all sorts of fun possibilities, starting right here in this room or waiting out there for you. It's mostly a question of where you want to start... or rather, who and how you want to start with.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay here with Ranma.|RanTat1x2]]\n\n[[Go find someone else.|RanTat2x1]]\n\n[[Set tattoo to active mode.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Change to female, then set tattoo to active mode.|RanTatplaceholder]]

Standing up, you step forward, standing between his legs with your own hard cock jutting forward towards Ranma's face. His eyes widen again, and he gives a halfhearted push against your thighs. "C'mon, man, enough's enough! S-stop foolin' around!"\n\n"But we only just started fooling around," you reply with a snicker, watching him shudder a bit as you rub your cock against his cheek. "C'mon, I just gave you one. You're not gonna be some sort of shirker, are ya?"\n\nHe visibly hesitates... despite the weakness of your argument, the tattoo's obviously influencing him towards believing you. He actually looks at your cock, swallowing as he notices a bit of pre beading at the tip. Slowly, he reaches a hand up and gingerly touches your shaft, giving it a slight shake as if hoping the pre will fall off. When it doesn't, he takes a deep breath, then leans forward and closes his mouth over your cockhead. You moan happily, as much for his benefit as yours as he starts sucking at you with far more inexperience and hesitation than you showed him, his tongue giving a few meager licks over the underside of the head.\n\n"Don't be so weak, Ranma, I know you can suck cock better than that," you needle, grinning down at him. Ranma's cheeks flush anew, but the poke to his pride does seem to have worked. He begins rolling his tongue around your cockhead like you did for him, and even begins bobbing his head up and down, slowly and hesitantly taking more and more of your shaft past his lips. You grin at the sight of a little trickle of saliva sliding down the corner of his chin from his mouth being forced open around you, actually petting his hair a bit. "There you go, you're doing better now!"\n\nLooking annoyed at being complimented on his ability to give a blowjob, Ranma nevertheless continues. You can hear him gag as your cock bumps the back of his throat, and he starts to pull back quickly. You give only the slightest push on the back of his head as you remind him, "Hey, I could do it. You telling me you can't?" That puts some prideful anger in his blue eyes, and he glares up at you with them as he forces himself forward, making another loud gag as he pushes your cock down his throat. He starts bobbing his head quickly, putting both hands on your hips as he starts deep-throating you fast, maybe hoping that by fucking his throat onto your dick he'll get you off faster and end this sooner. Mostly what it's doing is making a lot of really loud quagging noises as he gulps reflexively at your dick every time it pushes down his throat.\n\nYou moan loudly, closing your own eyes briefly and letting your face show the full pleasure you feel, knowing he's looking at you, watching you get off even as he feels your cock throbbing between his lips and pushing down his throat. You can even feel his chin press against your balls as he works himself on you, his pride driving him to take you as deep as he can even as he resents being forced to blow another boy. You're getting close...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Make him swallow it.|RanTatplaceholder]]\n\n[[Give him a facial.|RanTatplaceholder]]

You quickly force down your immediate response and go through a few quick mental exercises designed to help you keep calm. You do let some of your nervousness show in the smile you give him as he pulls out a handkerchief and plucks off his monocle to polish it. "That's nice of you to say, sir. I missed my train and had to walk through here, and... I'm really not used to that sort of thing."\n\n"Of course you're not! Nor should you be!" He certainly does a good job of sounding both cordial and slightly offended at the nerve of the boys, you'll give him that. He sets the monocle in place. "Well, dear, why don't you let me give you a ride home? I'm sure your parents must be worried sick about you, and as a father myself, I wouldn't feel right leaving you out here on the streets by yourself."\n\n... This worked on other girls? Has Japan never heard of stranger danger? Then again, maybe they haven't. Still, you do your best to smile convincingly. "Gee, thank you, sir. That's really good of you."\n\n"My car is just on the next street over, we can cut through this alleyway and be there almost immediately," he suggests, gesturing to the dark, dank-looking, pretty obviously not a through alley behind him. ... Okay, seriously, you have got to talk to Ryoko about some safety awareness training for the students.\n\nYou keep the smile up and nod, turning to walk down the alleyway, fighting against all your instincts that scream you absolutely should not be turning your back on him, but you're going to have to trust the mysterious, as far as you know nameless woman that you were sent to earlier. Halfway down the alley, just as you can see the brick wall at the back of it, you hear the man moan almost as if in pain. "Ah... Yui, Yui..." he groans out. You wheel around to see that he has a knife in his hand, his eyes having gone distant and his face somehow both slack and twisted at the same time as he lurches towards you.\n\nSuddenly the woman in the strange tight suit drops from above, landing in a crouch next to him and then springing up to smack the knife out of his hand. He yelps and whirls towards her, only for her to use both hands to shove him back against the wall of the alley. Almost instantly there's a strange, squarish gun in her hand, and she fires four times. You flinch more at the expectation of the sound than the real thing, as there's actually barely any noise, even though blood erupts from the man's chest to make it very clear bullets were indeed fired. The woman clips the strange silent gun to her suit at the lower back, then quickly scoops up the man's knife and moves forward, rifling in his pocket. She rises and turns towards you, then gestures towards a doorway in the alley side. "Go, go."\n\nYou hurry to open the door, holding it for her since she seems to have her hands full, and scurry after her once she's gone in. The two of you make your way through a steamy, noisy little restaurant kitchen where everyone seems oddly extremely focused on their stations, never actually looking up at the two of you as you pass through. The same as you move through the office of some sort of store, the man working at the desk just keeps looking at his computer. In another, wider alley on the other side of that one is a small blue car, the sort of almost 'bubble' thing you've seen a few times since you got here... not exactly what you'd expect of an elite spy and assassin, but you suppose it must blend in well, especially if the windows can pull off the same trick as the one for the store earlier. As the woman moves to the driver's side, you slide into the passenger's side, and soon the two of you are out on the street and cruising along.\n\n"You did well," the woman says in her rather flat voice, though there's just a note of approval there. "I've rarely worked with a plainclothes agent that kept their composure like that, certainly never a newbie."\n\n"Thank you. I just did my best." You smile a little wanly. "So... what happens now?"\n\n"I'll drop you off a few blocks from your place. We control it very tightly so you'll be perfectly safe on your way home, don't worry. Speak about this to no one other than Ryoko, and she doesn't need any details she doesn't ask for." She's quiet for a moment, then adds, "If you mean with the politician, he'll be found sometime tomorrow morning, most likely. Evidence will lead police to investigate a local low-level Yakuza thug, and they'll not only find his gun, but that the markings on the bullets from the politician perfectly match its barrel, but just as damningly, he'll have the politician's wallet. There won't be any deeper probing... most of his connections will be quietly glad to be free of him. You've helped to take two dangerous criminals off the street tonight, you should be proud."\n\nYou ponder that as you make your walk home. You're still not sure you trust all of this... but it's hard to deny that man was going to kill you. If he's attacked other people similarly... well, it's hard to feel anything other than proud that you've helped end the menace he posed. The door is open when you arrive, and as you walk in and toe off your shoes, Ryoko hurries up, with the sort of saunter people use when they're trying not to look like they're hurrying. Though she's doing her best to keep up her easygoing demeanor, you can see some worry as she rests a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" Her other hand comes up to touch delicately on the side of your head. "Are you hurt at all?"\n\nSurprisingly touched by her concern, you shake your head. "I'm fine. The agent... operative... whatever she was, she never let him get close to me. It all went pretty smoothly, actually."\n\nRyoko lets out a breath, though she keeps it a soft one, and nods. "... Good. That's very good. Did everything go alright, then?"\n\n"I suppose it's hard to say watching someone be killed is 'alright', but... I suppose so, yes."\n\nRyoko hesitates a moment, then says slowly, "Kyoko... listen. If this bothered you, or... frightened you, and you don't ever want to do it again, just say the word, and I'll make sure that you're never asked to do this sort of thing. I know I asked it of you this time, but... you shouldn't have to put yourself in danger just to earn some dignity. I promise, from now on, things will be different, either way, so just tell me... do you never want to do this kind of thing again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Never again.|Kyoko1xEnd1]]\n\n[[You'll do it if it's necessary.|Kyoko2x1]]

"I don't want any of my stu-... classmates... getting hurt, or other young women either," you admit after a moment, nodding your head. "I guess I'll help with your 'neighborhood watch' project."\n\nRyoko actually looks a bit surprised at that, sitting up straighter in her chair. "Ah... really? You know, I know you said you shouldn't worry, but there will be <i>some</i> danger. Our Mistress isn't demanding it of you, and you shouldn't worry too much about impressing her, it-"\n\nYou hold up a hand. "It isn't about that. I've devoted my whole life to helping young people... I always thought the best way to do that was education. But if I'd thought the best way to do it would be a police officer or soldier, I would have been one of those too. If there's actually someone out there hurting young women, I'll help stop them." You let out a sigh as your hand drops to your lap. "Honestly, thinking about it... maybe I deserved this. I always dreamed of running my own school, but the moment I got there all I could think about was pleasing the parents and teachers... I didn't even consider the students. So maybe all of this... including putting myself in some danger to help others... is exactly what I deserve."\n\n"..." Ryoko shifts a bit, taking a moment to tuck herself away before standing and moving around behind you. Her breasts press lightly to the back of your head as she drapes her arms around your shoulders. "Try not to think of it as a punishment, darling. Think of it as a new beginning. You lost your focus... but you've gained a new perspective, and you've only gotten more time. You'll have your chance again... even if not from the Mistress, then having tracked it down and earned it all on your own." She raises a hand up to pet your head a bit. "... And I may have only been your mother for a day, but I'm actually quite proud of you."\n\nYou think about all of that, and the strange pleasant feeling that Ryoko's affection gave you, as you're driven out closer to the part of town where the attacks apparently occur. Eventually the car pulls over and you climb out, walking towards the store where you were told you'd meet your contact. You blink a little once you step inside... instead of the small accessory shop it looked like through the window, the area is mostly empty, featuring some stacked metal cases, racks, and a doorway that presumably leads to the rest of the building. You glance towards where the front window was and see nothing there but a wall... that must be a very convincing TV screen, or projection, or something.\n\nThe door opens and a figure steps through, tall and athletically built, though her breasts are easily American E-cups, her body sheathed in what looks like patterned black rubber with slender molded white plastic plates. Her face is pretty but rather lean, and her dark... is it black or purple? it's hard to tell in the dim light... hair is pulled back into a ponytail.\n\n"You're... the operative that's supposed to follow me?" you ask.\n\n"Correct," she responds in a strong, even voice, stepping over you and raising a hand. You fight not to flinch as it comes near your face, but she instead fastens a little cross-shaped barette into your bangs on one side. "Our intel on the target indicates that he favors young women around sixteen, with slight builds and long hair, and furthermore who have just bought hair accessories. Likely this is tied to his older sister who died when he was a child."\n\nYou frown at that. "That last bit seems rather specific. Do you perhaps actually know who this person is...?"\n\nThe woman hesitates for a moment as her hands are lowering, then shifts to fold them across her chest. "Does that really matter to you?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|Kyoko1x7]]\n\n[[No.|Kyoko]]

"It does," you reply with a firm nod of the head. "I chose to do this because I want to help people... I want to make sure that's what we're really doing here, and I want to know why."\n\n"... That's fair," she answers after a moment, giving a small nod. "Very well, I'll be completely honest with you then. We know who this man is and why he does what he does, and have for some time. He's the son of a former prime minister and both brother and son-in-law to current members of the Diet and is a prominent politician himself, so he is practically immune from criminal prosecution... even if his numerous contacts in government and media allowed the story to be released, the worst it might do is lose him his position, he'd effectively be free to continue these activities for the rest of his life. Even if there were a way to get his case brought to trial, he would likely just leave the country and live out the rest of his life preying on girls in some other place."\n\n"That's horrible," you gasp. Then you swallow heavily. "So... that means...?"\n\n"Yes. I am going to kill him, in such a way that it cannot look like a political assassination." The woman tilts her head slightly to one side. "Do you have a problem with that?"\n\n"I have a lot of problems with that," you murmur, before sighing. "But explained like that, I really suppose there's no other way to stop him from hurting people, so I guess my problems aren't as important."\n\n"That's a good answer. Alright, the target in question is a middle-aged man, you'll know it's him by the fact that he wears a monocle." At your odd look, she shrugs. Oh well, crazy people wear odd things, who knew. She continues on in her slightly monotone voice. "He'll probably approach you and ask you to help him somehow, and find an excuse to lead you into an alley. Just stay calm, accept his offer, and let yourself be led. Even if you don't see me, I'll be there and I'll keep you safe."\n\n"Alright," you answer, though you can feel nerves starting to creep in on you. "Ah, what's your name...?"\n\n"If this is the only time we see each other, it's probably better you don't know. That's just operating procedure," she explains, giving another small nod. "No offense."\n\n"Okay."\n\n"Alright. Go on out and head further down the street. And try not to draw much attention to yourself, if there are too many eyes on you he may go looking for someone else instead."\n\nYou nod in return, then make your way back out, unable to help a backward glance towards the apparent shop... huh, what do they do if someone else actually tries to go in? Well, a mystery for another time. You start heading down the street, brushing your fingers absently through your bangs beneath the hairclip.\n\n"Heeey, there's a cute one!" You almost jump at the sudden shout... but it looks like a teenage boy on a corner with some of his friends, all of them dressed in slightly too deliberate 'street tough' clothes, so probably normal kids just coming further into the city looking for an excuse to be jerks. "Cute girl like that out late at night, bet she's for hire! Hey, hey cutie, how much for a blow right here and now?!"\n\nYou feel your cheeks heat. Why that little...\n\n<hr>\n[[Chew him out.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[Just ignore it.|Kyoko1x8]]

"I'd really like to discuss getting at least a computer in my room, or something," you respond, frowning. "Having absolutely nothing to do for entertainment is a bit much, even for a Japanese student!"\n\n"Mm? Well, I told you, you're going to have to earn those privileges. Besides, apparently you had fun all on your own today," Ryoko answers with another sultry smirk.\n\nYour cheeks burn, but you press on. "That's not the point! The point is that you haven't even told me <i>when</i> I'll be able to earn these privileges. A week? A month? You say I'm not a prisoner, but even a caged animal is usually at least given a toy to play with. ... Not that sort," you mutter as she snickers, her dark eyes glinting.\n\n"Mm. You have a point, I suppose. Very well then, I'll be more forthcoming." Ryoko eats a few more bites of her dinner, then scoots her chair back a bit and turns it to more fully face you. "At the end of the week I'll review your 'performance', as it were... whether you go to class, do your homework, try to get along with the other students, and yes, whether you show a little hint of acting like my daughter. Based on that I'll decide what sort of privileges you've earned... a few days of reading textbooks and watching boring TV won't drive you insane, I think."\n\n"Nh," you acknowledge, unable to help a bit of a sigh.\n\n"Well, if you're really so eager to start feeling 'normal' by having things in your room, I suppose I understand that. You'll have to prove some devotion though," she says with a wicked grin. "I do have a few things to do even tonight that I suppose I could use your help with."\n\n"Jobs?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"Things the Mistress needs done... and which could be helped along by a cute teenage girl." She laughs lightly at the look on your face. "Oh, nothing too terribly dire, I assure you. No fucking some fat, ugly businessman, or assassinating a rival... though, well, I won't deny that one or two of them might be in the general <i>vicinity</i> of such activities," she allows with a tilt of the head. But it would be a second chance at proving yourself both useful and devoted to the Mistress, which would certainly help your cause along."\n\n"And if I don't feel like doing those... jobs?" you venture after a moment.\n\n"Well, in the end, I'm your mother now, and ultimately it's me you must please if you want privileges. Doing jobs for our... my... Mistress would please me, but I suppose you could always please me more directly." She looks right into your eyes and smiles as she slides forward in her chair a bit, using one hand to pull up the front of her skirt and hooking the thumb of the other into the front of her panties and hose, pulling them down and letting her cock spill free. Your eyes widen some as it rapidly stiffens, jutting up long and thick and smooth and rather pretty. "Mother has had a long, dull day of work, and really could use her darling daughter's help to relax. You can start by sucking your mother's cock, dearheart."\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck her cock.|Kyoko6x1]]\n\n[[Take a "job".|Kyoko1x5]]\n\n[[No thank you.|Kyoko]]

"I ah... I think perhaps I'd like another try at... pleasing Kat-... our Mistress," you reply, somewhat distracted as Ryoko begins stroking her cock languidly. "I... think I can still be useful?"\n\n"Mm." Ryoko looks like she might be considering adding something else, but then simply nods. "Very well." She leans an arm over the back of her chair and drapes the other across her stomach, no longer stroking herself but not inclined to put her cock away either. "There are several things this very night that you could be involved in. You'd be out a bit late and I'd still expect you to attend school tomorrow, but having been in your place once upon a time, I know your body can handle it."\n\n"Alright," you reply, nodding and keeping your eyes on her face. "What are they?"\n\n"The first is a sort of... [[neighborhood watch|Kyoko1x6]] thing," Ryoko starts out, obviously choosing a euphemism. "There has been a string of attacks on young women in an area of the city, and our Mistress wants it stopped. Oh? You're surprised? Did you think she was some sort of villain now, after her punishment of you?" she asks at the look on your face.\n\n"I... not really," you answer, which is only partly a lie. "I'm more confused about what I could possibly do about such a thing."\n\n"Your role would be, quite frankly, bait," Ryoko replies drolly, smirking a bit as you jump. "Oh, don't worry. One of the Mistress's best and brightest will be shadowing you all the while. But you fit the attacker's profile so perfectly that you'd almost certainly lead us to him. Another job would be to [[make a delivery|Kyoko]] for us."\n\n"A delivery of what?"\n\n"Nothing you need to know about. I can assure you it's less nefarious than whatever you're likely thinking. It's just something that is best transferred 'off book', and someone relatively harmless appearing... if a little out of place late at night... doing the delivering would be helpful. But if either of those seem too dangerous to you, there is an important man that needs [[entertaining|Kyoko]] to help make him amenable to the Mistress's proposals."\n\n"I, ah... I thought you said they weren't those sort of 'jobs'," you protest quietly, unable to help your eyes wandering back down towards her cock, blushing again as it gives a visible throb and yanking your gaze back upwards.\n\n"I also said they might be in the vicinity of such jobs. He will be getting entertained in such a fashion, certainly, but you will be simply eye candy... 'forbidden fruit', as it were, to imply further rewards down the road. Surely you can understand that sometimes it's better to allow someone to come to their own conclusions about what an offer entails than offering it to them outright."\n\n"Meaning you're not necessarily going to provide him with teenage girls to fuck," you reply dryly. "Just that you want him to think you are."\n\n"More or less. You'll stand around wearing something skimpy, smile and nod a lot, and if you're feeling particularly outgoing, maybe say a few cute, sexy things. That's really all we'd ask of you."

You are a male. You have a penis, balls, and an ass. Hooray!\n\nSo now we've got the basic of the basics established. The next thing to choose is your age. The younger you are, the wilder your adventures can be from the outset. The older you are, the more you'll tend to start out with freedom, resources, and power over others. A quick summary of the options:\n\n<b>[[Teenager|chargenteenmale]]</b>: You are in your middle-teens. Ideally you should be attending high school and living with your parents... but the rebellious nature of teens means you might not be. This provides the most options for others to take power and influence over you.\n\n<b>[[Young Adult|chargenyamale]]</b>: You are in your early twenties. You're probably attending college and having a social life. You live away from your parents, but probably not on your own.\n\n<b>[[Adult|chargenadultmale]]</b>: You are in your thirties. You are fully independent. You may or may not have a family of your own. Many of your options are rather more mundane than the magical world available to the younger, but they're also closer to home.\n\n<b>[[Middle-Aged|chargenmamale]]</b>: You are in your forties or even fifties. You've already lived a fair portion of your life and established yourself and what you do. This provides the most options to start out with power and influence over others.

You're not sure you're quite ready to really get fucked in this body... or to trust Katsuko and Ryoko's servants with yourself. Still, it definitely feels way too good, and so you settle a hand on one small breast and tuck the other between your legs, resuming finger-fucking yourself while pinching and twisting your nipple, whimpering as you make yourself cum again.\n\nYou spend the next two hours toying with yourself and taking short breaks to catch your breath, before finally deciding you need a break. Pulling your panties and bra on, you peek out to make sure neither of the maids are in the hall before padding out and over to the bathroom. It's a hybrid Japanese and Western setup, so you take a quick shower to rinse off in the actual shower (which is very nice and upscale) before sinking into the furo (which is both of those things but also quite large, practically a miniature onsen). You sigh a little as you sink in almost up to your nose, staring at the ceiling. Well... this is life now. You're a horny Japanese high school girl. At least there haven't been any tentacles yet...\n\nYou're tempted to play with yourself some more while in the bath, but you're fairly certain that's uncouth, and while you're not exactly pleased with Ryoko you're not sure the way to get back at her is having her marinate in your pussy juice. (... Darnit why does that turn you on?) So eventually you get out and dry off, finding a robe that's roughly in your size and pulling it on. Not sure if you'll have another set anytime soon, you pick up your underwear and return to your room... where you find that the clothes you left on the floor are gone. You check the closet and dresser, finding both full of clothing now, as well as a box full of school supplies and a schoolbag sitting beside the desk. Obviously the maids came in to deliver your new things while you were in the bath.\n\nPulling on a sleeveless turtleneck sweater and another black skirt, after switching to a pair of nearly identical undergarments, you settle down and read over the folder containing your new biography. Kyoko Akihara gets good grades, gets along with her teachers and classmates, and... that seems to be pretty much it. They seem to have avoided any potential conflicts or difficulties with you remembering anything by making your life mostly bland up to this point, no real clubs or extracurricular activities. Well they've certainly given you a late start on padding your college applications! You pause, then rub at your face. You did not just think that.\n\nIn any event, you turn your attention to memorizing the names of cities, schools, teachers, and relatives it does provide. Since for the time being you're stuck as Kyoko Akihara, you may as well be able to be her convincingly. It doesn't really take that long, and afterwards you do turn your attention to the textbooks. Someone has thoughtfully marked the sections you most need to review, so you spend another few hours familiarizing yourself with what a Japanese high school student would know at sixteen, as opposed to what an American teacher knew in her thirties. At one point there's a knock on the door and, after you cautiously call for entrance, Kasumi steps in, carrying a tray with tea and a bowl of beef and rice.\n\n"Oh. Thank you," you say with a nod.\n\n"Not at all, miss," she chirps cheerfully, setting it down on the desk after you've cleared a space. She bows, then winks at you as she straightens up, eyes sparkling. "And remember, if you need any help with what you've been doing up here, you just have to ask."\n\nYou feel yourself blush right up to the tips of your ears, but manage to nod and thank her, glancing after her as she sashays out of the room. Darn sexy meidos.\n\nAfter lunch you continue studying for awhile before returning to the bed, hiking up your skirt and sliding a hand down the front of your panties to resume fingering your pussy, and eventually sliding your other hand down the back of them to finger-fuck your ass, working your hips between your hands as you get work your tight holes. You consider getting undressed again to more thoroughly enjoy yourself, but a glance out the window shows that the afternoon is growing long... you probably don't have time for another shower before Ryoko gets home, and you somehow know she'll expect you to be ready to greet her when she gets here.\n\nStill, by the time evening does come around and you wash your hands, your panties are thoroughly stuck to your pussy with wetness, and you have to clean up your thighs before you look outwardly presentable. Heading downstairs, you settle in on the couch to wait. You actually don't have to wait more than ten minutes or so before there's the sound of keys in the door, and the sound of Kasumi and Setsuna chorusing, "Welcome home, Mistress Ryoko!" You can faintly hear some whispered conversation, before Ryoko walks in, handing her briefcase to Setsuna as the maids continue on past her into the back of the house.\n\n"Well! The maids tell me you spent today productively," she says with a smile, making you both blush and frown a little. "Oh, don't look at me like that, I didn't tell them to spy on you, but of course I'd want to know how you're adapting." She walks over and leans down, kissing you on the forehead like you really were her daughter, and annoyingly enough you feel a little flutter of happiness at the affectionate gesture. "Come along, darling, let's have dinner."\n\nYou follow her into the dining room and the two of you sit down to lean, thin steaks and expertly-prepared thin green beans and mashed potatoes. "So. How was work...?" you ask, for want of anything better to talk about.\n\n"As you might expect. I laid off the majority of the teachers, their replacements will be starting tomorrow... as my predecessor thought, a few parents threw a fit, but nothing I can't handle. The students are overjoyed about the new loose dress code and removal of detention... I think you'll be joining a very happy student body tomorrow, my dear," Ryoko replies cheerfully, slicing off a bit of steak and chewing thoroughly before asking. "And you? I assume you studied your folder and textbooks, but is there anything else you'd like to ask for...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Not to have to go tomorrow.|Kyoko4x1]]\n\n[[Privileges.|Kyoko1x4]]\n\n[[Nothing.|Kyoko]]

Hey, there's lots of opportunity in the big city. At the very least, the cops have a lot more to do than look for runaways and try to drag them home. As far as you know, there's two large cities that are within a bus ride from here that wouldn't impact your funds too badly. Time to pick one.\n\n<b>[[Capital City|CapitalCityStart]]</b>: It's a fairly average city. Some urban decay has set in during the recent decade, due to those fuckers messing with our shit. So there's a lot of crime, but there's still at least an okay opportunity. It's like any other big city, lots of normal dangers and normal opportunities.\n\n<b>[[Palladium City|PalladiumStart]]</b>: Bright and shiny, it's often called the city of tomorrow! Somehow its economy has continued strong despite all factors saying it shouldn't, and the crime rate is ridiculously low (for successful crimes anyway). You've heard of a lot of weird characters running around, but those are probably just silly rumors.\n

Having to admit you've been suitably cowed by the situation Katsuko and Ryoko have put you in, you slump a bit in place before taking off your shoes and kicking them lightly into the corner of the entryway, you make your way up the stairs and into the indicated room. It's almost completely spartan... there's a single bed, an extremely plain chair and desk, and a bookcase without a single book in it. But Ryoko was right about one thing, that you're completely exhausted... you flump onto the bed and, despite the turmoil your mind is in, fall asleep within moments.\n\nYou awaken to your shoulder being shaken, jolting a bit before scrambling to sit up. Ryoko, once again attired in an immaculate and sexy black suit, grins at you and sets a hand on her hip. "Now now, take it easy, dear. I just wanted to say goodbye before I leave for the day."\n\n"You're off to become Principal of Fakkushiri High," you reply in a bland tone, shaking your head.\n\n"Indeed, and to start implementing the changes that <i>you</i> should have started making yesterday. Your identity as Kyoko Akihara has already been created, but you won't be starting school until tomorrow. No sense having you introduce yourself to a bunch of teachers who won't even be there by then. So take today to rest up and realign your thinking, and familiarize yourself with the folder I left on your desk, your new life as a Japanese high school girl begins tomorrow. Other than that, try to enjoy yourself," she adds cheerfully, heading for the door.\n\n"Enjoy myself with what?" you can't help but toss out rather acidly. "There's not even anything in my room."\n\n"Privileges like entertainment must be earned, dearheart," Ryoko says with a mock long-suffering sigh, turning and leaning in the doorway, making a 'children these days' sort of hand gesture. "While this is a new start for you, you are starting from zero. You will have to show at least some signs of cooperation to get things like books for entertainment, computer privileges, allowance. If you're truly bored to tears, you may watch the TV in the living room, though admittedly I am currently blocking all of the truly interesting channels when I leave the house. Your new textbooks will be delivered soon along with your other supplies, you may read them if you like. Though my personal suggestion would be that you spend the day getting acquainted with your new body," she adds with a sultry smile.\n\n"Er..." You feel your cheeks coloring.\n\n"It may not be <i>quite</i> as exciting as the one you had yesterday, but I assure you I had all sorts of fun with that body when I was sixteen. If you want any help with that, Setsuna and Kasumi will, I'm sure, be happy to oblige you." She lifts her hand and glances at the slender little watch on the underside of her wrist. "Tch, I'll be running a little late. Well, be good, dear, Mommy will try to be home promptly after school, but you know how things can be, I'll call if I'm going to be particularly late and dinner shouldn't be held!"\n\nYou huff some at the empty doorway once she's left, but get out of bed and head to the bathroom. You spend a few moments brushing your new long, thick black mane, and briefly consider finding a pair of scissors and spitefully cutting it all off... but that really does seem like it would be a crime against a beautiful head of hair. Instead you eventually head downstairs and find the kitchen, where one maid is just laying out breakfast at the table, while the other is still standing at the stove cooking, presumably their own breakfast.\n\n"Good morning, miss," the maid laying out the food chirps, putting a hand to her shoulder as she bows, her brown ponytail (worn much like you used to wear yours) flopping forward a little. "I am Kasumi, and this is Setsuna," she adds, gesturing to the maid at the stove, who has short, dark hair and a serious-seeming face. "Please, don't hesitate to ask anything of us, we are here to serve... within the boundaries set by Mistress Ryoko, of course."\n\n"Of course," you mutter, trying not to sigh, and instead turning your attention to breakfast. (Why is the fried egg on <i>top</i> of the bacon...?) After you've eaten, you decide not to put up a fuss as Kasumi moves to clear your plates, heading upstairs so the maids can have their own meal in peace. You sit down on the edge of the bed and consider. You could leave...? No, nothing has really changed since yesterday, if you're truthful... you may have an identity, but it's one that shows you're Ryoko's daughter, any attempts to prove otherwise would just see you either returned to her or locked up in a mental ward. You've essentially already decided to stay and ride this out, at least for the time being. You glance at the desk, where a folder no doubt containing the life story of Kyoko Akihara sits, then around at the rest of the blank room. You obviously should read that, but then what? Just kill time for the rest of the day?\n\nOr... well, you could take Ryoko's suggestion...\n\n<hr>\n[[Masturbation.|Kyoko1x2]]\n\n[[Chronocide.|Kyoko]]

"Transformative ser-... like Maria's...?" Alexa manages.\n\n"Yes, quite a lot like Maria's, actually. In fact it's based very much off of the one she used on herself to give herself such a magnificent body. Though this one will degrade the mind rather than enhance it, I'm afraid," you add with a glance over at her. "It will in fact turn whoever imbibes it into a horny, simple-minded hermaphrodite who can't think of anything but fucking and getting fucked."\n\n"W-... why?"\n\n"It only suppresses actual intelligence, of course," you note, turning your attention back to the screen. "That means that in that state they'll have no resistance to my mental drain, and I'll be able to do it from larger distances. At that point they'll stop acting like horny fuck-animals and start actually being horny fuck-animals. The good part is that the compound should stay in their systems... when they cum in or on someone, it will introduce the change. Probably slower depending on the amount of exposure, but they'll eventually change even from a bit of exposure. Of course in your case, since I'm going to inject you with a concentrated dose directly, the changes should be fairly immediate and dramatic."\n\n"If you think you're going to get close to me-!" Alexa snarls, before a memory filters through the cloud of lust around her brain. Her eyes widen, and she starts to turn, perhaps to run for safety.\n\nBut it's too late, and you've activated the chemical delivery dart launcher that she and Maria built themselves. The needle strikes her neck just above her suit and instantly pumps its payload into her veins. Alexa yelps and reflexively snatches the dart from her neck, and starts towards you, perhaps to demand you create an antidote. You smirk as she staggers, gasping and wrapping her arms around herself, hunching forward and trembling. The rubbery material of her suit begins to swell at the chest and crotch. "Nnnnh... you... you bitch," she snarls, looking up at you as her eyes further cloud with lust, struggling through the sensations of her tits and her new cock growing to try and hate you. "After... after all we've done for you!"\n\n"This is what you made me, Alexa," you reply reasonably as she groans at her tits stretching out the base suit, the armor plating around her chest squeezing at her enlarged boobs like a too-tight bikini. "You don't bring a cat into your home and complain when it kills mice."\n\n"You... you...!" Then she groans, stabbing repeatedly at one of her gauntlets to input a code. The suit peels open and falls away, her still-growing tits wobbling as they drop free and her cock, already a bit longer and thicker than Maria's, swaying in the air as it's freed. Moaning, Alexa grabs it with both hands and begins pumping wildly. "Nnnnh, I can't stop, damn you I can't stop it, it feels too good, it feels so fucking good," she groans, pumping her hips to thrust her still slowly-growing pole into her hands, her new balls swaying heavily as they fill, the position of her arms pressing her huge tits together and making them jiggle. "Oh my God, this fucking cock, this fucking cock feels too fukkin' good, fuckin' gawd," she groans, eyes rolling some, her tongue poking out as her ass expands slightly, legs growing longer and curvier, even her hair growing out into a thick, lustrous auburn mane. \n\nYou smile, propping your chin up on one hand and watching her, lightly toying with one of your own breasts as she continues to change, the growth of her prick and tits slowing bit by bit, though each breast is already bigger than her head, her cock as long as her forearm. "Do keep saying how good it feels," you purr encouragingly.\n\n"Sooooo good, so goooood," she groans, ass jiggling a bit now as she thrusts, arousal running down her inner thighs from her sodden pussy. "Cock feels so good, breasts feel so good, nnnh, this fuckin' hard prick, I wanna cum with this hard prick, I wanna cum a pussy, I wanna cum all over my breasts, nnnnh yes I wanna cover tits with my thick cum, I love this fukkin' big dick, I love my huge fat tits, yes, yes, fuck fuck yes fuck!" Her lips slowly start to curl up in a smile as she pumps faster, the growth of her tits and cock now complete, little strings of pre sent flicking into the air with her quick strokes. "Yeah yeah yeah gonna cum gotta cum gotta cum with this cock this big fuckin' cock I wanna cum with my big fat weiner and my cunny's so wet and my boobies feel soooo good!" she squeals, her voice having taken on a higher register, becoming a shameless squeal as she thrusts forward and starts firing long ropes of cum. "CUMMIN'! CUMMIN'! WEINER AN' CUNNY AN' BOOBS ALL CUMMIN'!" she howls, her face a mask of brainless bliss as she spurts a puddle on the floor at your feet. \n\nOf course, once she's finished, she doesn't stop anything other than than spraying cum. She continues to stroke her prick with both hands, her pussy drooling into the clear puddle at her feet, her lips still curled in a brainless grin, every breath coming out as a satisfied moan. "Alright, Alexa, now here's what I want you to do," you say, backing up your orders with a mental urging to make sure that the newly idiotic hermaphrodite will actually obey. "I want you to take the rapid transit tube from here back to your house, and once you get there I want you to rape your daughters, husband, and servants. Make sure that each of them gets a nice, big load of cum in them. They'll change nice and fast since the drug is so strong in your system, so I'm sure once you finish fucking one or two of them they'll be perfectly eager to help you with the others. If you do a very good job and change your whole family into brainless fuck-crazed hermaphrodites, I'll come by and devour your mind so that your orgasms feel even better."\n\n"Nnnnh, yeah, gonna make Lexi'n'Laurie inna dumb horny dickgirls," Alexa groans ecstatically, unable to stop jerking off even as she turns and starts making her way towards the secret elevator. \n\nAlmost idly, you lean down, using two fingers to scoop some of the departed dickgirl's cum and suck it off your digits. Scooping some more into a vial, you plug it into the computer, turning your chair and getting it to work. With the excellent data from your first subject, you're able to make quick work of how to best integrate the serum into various delivery systems. After some tweaking, you inject the shambling, cumming Maria with a dart using one of the remote guns, the fuck-zombie shuddering as its tits and cock swell, the spurts of cum turning into a near-constant stream. You also synthesize an aerosol variant of the serum and introduce it into the guard room vents, before sitting back and calling up a split-screen view of Alexa's various security cameras. \n\nOn the screen showing the guard quarters, clothes are stretching and being ripped off as male and female guards alike change, the men's flat chests swelling out into large, fat tits, the rest of their bodily proportions rounding out and turning generously feminine even as their pricks swell up larger and larger. One of the changing male guards groans and slumps over a bed, his new tits still swelling and pillowing further against the mattress as he shoves his pants down over his newly round, jiggly ass, displaying the smooth crotch between his ass and dangling, throbbing cock, that swells and opens up into a sodden, soaking cunt... which is quickly filled by the brand-new, still-growing, and already oversized prick of one of the female guards, who grabs at her comrade's generous ass, squeezing and kneading as she fucks away, the formerly male guard moaning and thrusting their cunt back against the throbbing, thrusting prick of the formerly female guard, both herms soon spurting thick loads as the rest of the altered guards similarly go at one another. On the security camera of one of Alexa's daughter's room, the fuck-crazed CEO pounds her youngest daughter up the ass, face a mask of brainless pleasure as she shoves her throbbing monster cock up the teenager's tight rear again and again, her elder daughter laying sprawled nearby, body twitching, legs spread to show off her stretched, cum-dribbling cunt even as her tits swell and her cock bulges forth from the front of her crotch. On another screen, Maria bursts into the room of one of her various minions/test subjects, spraying them down with a garden hose level splatter of cum, the superhuman yelping and shuddering as they almost instantly start their change from being one-woman bukkake'd.\n\nSmiling in satisfaction, you turn back to your synthesis work. You've got a nice collection of vectors now, but it never hurts to add in some more. Alexa owns at least one popular brand of soda, after all...\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|FemPalV8bxEnd]]

You are Celeste, a thirty-two-year-old woman. You have dishwater blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a decent body, though you've gotten a tad on the skinny side lately due to your circumstances. The company you were working for closed its doors due to... well, let's just blame "the economy", that works for everything else. Suddenly you were out on your ass, your savings quickly dwindling to nothing, and new potential employers not terribly impressed with your job experience.\n\nAnd so you sit in your car (which is also currently your apartment), mooching off of a coffee shop's free wifi to check your email. Luckily, it looks like there are several avenues for some quick cash, which you really need just about now.\n\nThere's a position as a <b>Security Guard</b> at [[Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse|CelFiestaStart]]. No experience required, walk-ins welcome. Minimum wage plus $100 per week, payment at the end of the week. (And heck, at this point even leftover cardboard tacos sound kind of good, you can't imagine they'd grudge you a few.) The hours are in the dead of night, but it's not like you have a social life anymore.\n\nMore dodgy is a position as a <b>"Testing Participant"</b> at a place called [[AppAssure Industries|CelAppStart]]. They're very solicitous about how it's worded, but as far as you can tell it still boils down to "human lab rat". On the other hand, the minimum pay would be enough to get you several months of rent, and it talks about "generous bonuses" as well. It's enticing enough that a little risk of your hair falling out might be worth it.\n\nThere are also several [[pizza delivery|CelPizzaStart]] jobs available. Not exactly super dignified work but you guess it's marginally better than being a guinea pig. Your main barrier for entry is that a lot of places expect you to pay for your own gas until your first paycheck, when they'll reimburse you (maybe), and out of the applications you've sorted through only a few that don't have that.\n\nNext is a pair of jobs that you're mostly leery about because in your current situation you're less sure of your ability to get them, and they're not really the "quick cash" sorts. Still, the allure of potential long-term employment and normality is strong. One is at a place called [[TrainInc.|CelOfficeStart]], an office job at the headquarters of a company that... trains people to do office jobs. It's a temp-to-permanent sort of thing, but if you could land it, it would definitely pay more and be more stable than anything else. The other is that a [[local TV station|CelTVStart]] is hiring... ah, actually it looks like it's a major local station that's been converted into a subscription streaming service that brags of using the station's facilities to create new daily content as well as various TV shows (y'know, like a TV station). Well, the world she is a-changing, after all. The note says they're interviewing for a "wide variety of positions" so it's not like they're just looking for on-air talent, you might be able to get some sort of position as like a coffee girl, make a few decent paychecks, and work your way up.

You know what, boarding school could be great. Not only will your clique be able to organize easier after-hours, but the prey, er, other students won't be able to escape you by going home at the end of the day! Starting to grin, you tell your daddy he should definitely take the United Kingdom job, because you're going to learn so much culture.\n\nBy the time of the start of the winter semester, your family is moved into your... British, you guess? You just know the people here dress in faded colors and talk funny and everything looks like one of those lame comedies they show late at night on PBS. Anyway, they're all moved in to the new place. Your father sends the new maid out with your school shopping list, and she comes back with the weirdest look on her face. If you had to put a name to it, it would be 'I've seen some shit.' But she has all your books and supplies and your uniform robes.\n\nUniform robes. They have their pros and cons. On the one hand, they're these totally lame black things that drape over your shoulders and have a hood in back. On the other, you're apparently allowed to wear whatever you want underneath them, so there's that. Your departure day finds you standing on the train platform, rolling your eyes at the totally lame method of travel, the robes well open in front to show off your white, spaghetti-strapped top, black pleated skirt, black thigh-high stockings and low-top sneakers. It's a calculated risk, bothering with a style when you don't know what the popular styles here are, but you have a backup plan of explaining that it's the style in America (or at least it was in Deviville) and going for "trendsetter".\n\nEventually a big, sleek golden train pulls up to the tracks. You have to admit, it's fairly stylish, it even looks like one of those high-tech bullet trains despite being on normal tracks, and there's no real engine noise. You bid your parents goodbye, being especially teary and sniffly for your precious daddy so that he'll remember it when it's time to send your allowance, then step onto the train, immediately composing and cleaning up your face before heading into the cars proper.\n\nThere are a ton of students milling around, and a flurry of accents, but all of them are European so it's pretty much the same to you. You notice that the kids seem to be dividing up mostly into two groups... laughing, cheerful, talkative kids up towards the front of the train, while quieter, more dignified ones are moving towards the back, doing their best to ignore the chattering masses at the front and giving each other restrained nods or single-name greetings when they recognize their own kind.\n\nHm. On the one hand, you <i>are</i> a social creature, down at your core, and you do need to network to find out what's what in this new school... and something inside you does feel the tiniest tug at just how happy and easygoing everyone seems up here. On the other hand, most of these people are dressed in what you'd consider shabby clothes, and the quieter ones seem to be nicely-dressed... probably the upper crust, which you consider yourself part of and definitely want to get in good with. So... where to sit...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Front of the train.|Aspareth2x1]]\n\n[[Back of the train.|Aspareth1x1]]

The Mistress delivers a slap to your ass. "Pick it up."\n\nAgain obeying the unspoken part of your Mistress's command, you straighten up enough to drop to all fours on the floor, your J-cup tits and nearly foot-long cock shaking and wobbling as you crawl through the large puddle of your own cum. You quickly find what she must have meant... a somewhat quartz-shaped blue crystal about the length of your hand and the width of two of your fingers. The moment you pick it up, you know exactly what it is... your soul. Backing up, you stand and proudly present it to your Mistress without a moment's hesitation.\n\n"Very good." Errana smiles as she plucks it off your palms, eyeing it thoughtfully. After a moment she runs one of her talons along it, the blue crystal shifting and shimmering, becoming almost liquid as it reshapes itself, taking on a rather obvious shape with a pointed tip that gradually broadens out into a fat turnip-like shape, before shifting back to a thin cylinder with a round, dome-topped end. "I'll give you a very great honor, slave. I hope you appreciate it," she coos as she turns and leans over the table a bit herself, reaching back with one hand to pull a large, round buttcheek aside and give you a glimpse of her glorious pucker.\n\nQuivering at the immense reward you've already been afforded, you accept your soul back from her other hand, only to press apart her other asscheek and slip the gleaming crystal tip against her dark red pucker. Your cock shudders, pre running in a constant stream from the tip to run down the underside and dribble along your balls, as you watch your soul gradually disappearing up your Mistress's ass. Once the fattest part of the bulge is in, the rest just sort of pops in, your prick spasming and shooting streamers of cum through the air as the gleaming blue cap mostly-disappears between her cheeks once she stands.\n\nSmiling, Errana looks around the group of girls who have been watching all this, all eleven of them masturbating furiously, moans of pleasure and jealousy dripping from their lips. Then she hms, pursing her black lips lightly. "Tch, with this many it will take me all day to fuck their souls loose enough to consume, and I'd rather be back home getting a pleasure pit ready for them by nightfall." She strokes her cock for a moment as she thinks, then looks at you. "Hm. Worthless and brainless though you are, I suppose I'll have you help me with this."\n\n"Thank you, Mistress!" you chirp happily, practically bouncing in place at the opportunity to follow more orders, your cock and newly-enlarged tits jiggling with your happy, dog-like squirming.\n\n"Very well. Here." Errana reaches out to grab Leslie by the upper arm, yanking her over and shoving her at you, the shorter girl's face flumping into your cleavage. "Fuck the soul out of this one, then, and keep it safe for me. When you're done with her, grab another." She reaches over to snag Xian's upper arm, starting to head toward the living room. Then she pauses and looks over at you, frowning. "Make sure you don't do anything with the souls but set them aside and keep them safe for me. Understood?"\n\n"Of course, Mistress," you answer quickly, nodding. She looks at you for a moment more, then flops into Leslie's father's favorite chair, immense tits jiggling as she hauls the slender Chinese girl to straddle her lap and sink onto her cock, Xian giving a loud moan and no doubt cumming the moment her owner's fat red prick penetrates her pale golden cunt. Tearing your eyes away from the alluring sight, you look down at Leslie. "Here, get down on all fours," you tell her with a smile.\n\n"Uh. Cy," Leslie murmurs as she obeys, settling onto hands and knees on the tile, the other girls having moved into the living room to watch the far more alluring sight of their owner in action. "Are you... are you really gonna take my soul?"\n\n"The Mistress said to, didn't she?" you answer cheerfully, settling down onto your knees behind her, resting one hand on her trim ass and using the other to rub the blunt tip of your cock up and down between the lips of her pussy.\n\n"Well, yeah, I guess, but-" Then she cuts off with a gasp as you slide inside her, smoothly pushing all eleven inches of smooth purple girldick into her pussy. She's soon moaning and whimpering as you grip her slim hips and fuck her, though you can sense a thread of fear even through all the pleasure. Even as she fucks back against you lightly, rocking her trim body against your thrusts, you can sense that some part of her desperately wants to escape her fate, even as the rest of her is cumming at the thought of becoming a soulless fuckpet. It makes your cock throb <i>so</i> much, both that thread of fear and the desire to escape, and feeling both growing smaller and fading the more you fuck her. Your tits bounce and jiggle as your hips impact her ass, both of you's dog tags jingling merrily with the motions of your fucking.\n\nSomewhere around her twentieth orgasm, you can feel it... something shifts inside Leslie, some energy you can feel since your transformation. Her soul's coming loose! You'll be able to give it to your Mistress and show her what a good job you did!\n\nAnd yet at the same time, an intense hunger comes over you. You actually gasp some at how hard it hits you, as if something had slapped you on the belly and the impact had gone right through you. Instinctually, you know what it is... your demonic body is craving your best friend's soul for itself! You... you have to resist, for the Mistress...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Capture Leslie's soul.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Devour Leslie's soul.|GGDog6x4]]

"Like you could drop a fucking bomb on me and I'd shrug it off," you snarl, your voice becoming stronger and almost seeming to fill the room as your muscles continue to swell, your tits growing larger and larger as your skin starts to fade to a pale white color, the scales now covering your back darkening to a deep, shining steel tint as they move down the outsides of your thighs and upper arms, coating you from the knees and elbows down in dark grey armor. Your claws draw showers of sparks from the metal floor as you drag them a bit more before rearing upright, baring your sharpened teeth as they take on a gleaming chrome reflectivity, your stomach clenching and flexing as it tightens into a six pack, then an eight back, the muscles hard and toned beneath the hang of your huge tits now, the heavy white mounds barely moving even as you jerk and twitch in place, your muscles finally finishing their transformation. You snarl again as you can feel a pressure at the sides of your head, gritting your teeth as horns push out from the sides of your forehead and start curling backwards, as gleaming and chrome as your teeth, your hair fading to a pale white color.\n\nYou huff heavily, your lungs so powerful that you can feel the rush of air with every motion, your shoulders rolling as you calm down. You look down at Marie and Alexa, realizing that you can actually see the tops of their heads... you're probably over seven feet tall now, at a guess. Dr. Life is staring up at you, but quickly starts tapping at her tablet again as she looks it over.\n\n"Cell stability and regeneration is off the scale, and muscle density is something closer to titanium than typical organic matter. That's without even getting into your bones, which are now made of something that the scanners are having a hard time penetrating. There's actually quite a bit of inorganic material as well... the trace metals in the human body have been rebonded and, for lack of a better word, alloyed into something that... well, could take a direct bomb blast and not get scratched. She's a battleship on two legs," she concludes, glancing at Alexa. \n\n"I'd say this definitely confirms that the DNA you found at that one site was from a dragon," Alexa muses aloud, looking you up and down.\n\nThat makes you scowl. "You infused me with DNA that you didn't know what it was?"\n\n"We had a fairly good idea," Dr. Life soothes, gesturing with one hand. "I'd already injected it into another subject with excellent results, though admittedly this was the first time trying it with the chimera process. The important thing here is, it worked! Not only have you healed, you may very well be invulnerable now, nevermind the incredible strength you obviously possess and any other abilities you might discover!"\n\n"You could be a real boon to what we're trying to do like this, Sam. Or perhaps some other name might be more appropriate now... 'Titan', maybe?" the auburn-haired woman suggests with a grin, and you have to admit you like the sound of it, especially after what Marie said about 'titanium'. "What do you say? Stay, reap the benefits of our funding and guidance... ah, and perhaps meet your fellow 'dragon', too, you might enjoy that. Or, if you insist, we can simply show you to the exit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Leave.|FemPalV]]

"Oh, oh god!" you whimper practically in his ear. "I love you!"\n\n"Fuck, I love you too," Kevin moans as you start spilling your load in his ass, his cock giving a little jump and spurting a few streamers of cum onto the bedsheets as well.\n\nYou almost think you cum twice just from hearing that, but also feeling his ass clench around your length. Or maybe it's just one really intense one. You whimper softly, actually leaning down on Kevin's back and resting partly on him while your cock shudders and spurts inside him. By the time you're back to yourself enough to straighten up and pull out, you've pumped enough cum into his ass that some almost immediately comes dribbling back out. You flop back onto the bed, panting hard, and Kevin turns around to slide his body in beside yours, turning you onto your side to face him and kissing you.\n\nThere's no embarrassment this time as you kiss back, not even caring anymore. When his tongue presses into your mouth you suck on it a little before meeting it with your own, letting them stroke and rub together. Your hands wander over his sleek, lightly-muscled body while his caress your own slender one. His hands grip your ass and tug you a bit closer, rubbing his slick cock more firmly against yours, making you moan softly into the kiss as you knead his own firm teenage boy butt. Both of you start wiggling, rolling, and thrusting your hips to rub your dicks together, balls pressed firmly together most of the time. This time when you cum, it's almost at the same time as Kevin, the two of you's milky seed spurting and mingling all over the two of you's bellies and chests as you french.\n\nExhausted, you slump backwards onto the bed, panting and starting to sink into sleep. You vaguely hear Kevin turning off the TV before he pulls the covers over you both to hide your state and then snuggles in.\n\nYou wake in the morning with the familiar feel of a raging hardon, and the unfamiliar feel of someone else's hand wrapped around that hardon stroking it. The moment you open your eyes Kevin leans in to kiss you, and you give a soft moan before kissing him back. His hand strokes your cock for several moments before slipping between your legs, using one fingertip to tease at your pucker and make you gasp. You pull back from the kiss, biting your lower lip a little before speaking...\n\n<hr>\n[["Fuck me."|QOKevPorn2x1]]\n\n[["Not here."|QOKevPorn1x5]]

"Someone might catch us," you whisper, glancing over towards the sunlight streaming in the window and laying a hand against his chest.\n\nHe pauses, then sighs softly, slumping a little against you. "Yeah, you're probably right." He gives you a quick peck on the lips, then slips out of bed and finds his shirt and pajama pants on the floor. "I'll go get cleaned up first," he announces as you're doing the same.\n\nOnce the two of you have showered and dressed (unable to help sneaking in a few fondles and gropes throughout), Kevin looks thoughtful. "We can head out into the woods. No one else really goes out there ever, and they won't care if we're out there by ourselves unless we stay until way after nightfall." He grins broadly as he grabs a messenger bag and stuffs a few things in them... including two bottles of unopened lotion, which makes you blush as you think of the two of you needing that much. Still, you can't help but think it's a good idea as the two of you head downstairs and he quickly grabs a box of breakfast bars to slip into the bag, with him calling a quick "We're going out back to hang out back before dark!" before the two of you scurry across the back yard.\n\nYou're almost to the fence before Kevin's mother calls back, making him wince. "Kevin! Take Buddy and Pally with you! They need the exercise!" Kevin looks over at the enclosure where the pair of big Huskies are standing in their enclosure, tails wagging. You know normally he'd be happy to take them, but considering that the two of you have... other plans... it's kind of inconvenient.\n\n"Let's just pretend we didn't hear her," Kevin mutters, reaching for the gate latch.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good idea.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Too risky.|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

You are David, a thirty-eight-year-old male. Your dark hair is clipped in a professional style, and you have a strong face and grey eyes. You keep in good shape without going the extra distance to become fully toned. Looking good is part of being successful in the business world, after all. You work for a firm that coordinates asset transfers during company dynamic shifts. (Yes, most people give you a blank-eyed look when you say it.)\n\nYou have a very beautiful wife, Michelle, tall and light-skinned with jet black hair and pretty blue eyes. You're the envy of most people you know since she has a fantastic body that's held up exceptionally well... big DD breasts with hardly any sag, a trim waist, gently curving hips, a full round ass, and long luscious legs. \n\nYour oldest daughter, Mikaela, takes after her, looking almost like a younger clone, though there's differences around the chin and ears. Her breasts are D's, but you've heard Michelle telling her not to be surprised if they still keep growing a little, even though Mikaela's already nineteen. Her hips and legs are a little more sleek, but she's got her mother's rear end. There have been times when you've honestly considered going full stereotype and getting a shotgun to keep around for any boyfriends that look at her wrong. She's currently taking a year off before going to college.\n\nYour second daughter, Janie, got your mother's red hair that skipped a generation. She got her mother's pretty facial structure and some of the sleek curvature of her muscle and bone structure, but she's rather leaner than the other two, her chest having only barely attained a B-cup so far. The look of her practically screams Ireland, though, her cheeks and the bridge of her nose dotted with freckles, her eyes a stunning emerald green. She's fifteen, and in her first year of high school.\n\nYou've been considering your life lately, as many men are wont to do as they approach forty. You've come to the decision that you need to make a change. Not something huge like ditching your job or something ridiculous like buying a useless two-seater sportscar, but just a personal change. You've decided to try and...\n\n<hr>\n[[... be a nicer person.|DavidNiceStart]]\n\n[[... be more ruthless.|DavidColdStart]]\n\n[[... focus on work.|DavidWorkStart]]\n\n[[... focus on family.|DavidFamilyStart]]

They're monsters, right? You punch monsters to death, it's basically what you do! You leap forward and swing a straight strike at one of the ghosts that had been looking like it was about to launch an attack, unable to help a bit of pleased surprise at actually feeling yourself make contact, the ghost briefly reeling and wobbling as your hand passes through its translucent green body, clearly taking some damage from the strike. Then you blink as it actually grows a little more opaque, still see-through enough to show the outline of your hand inside it, but when you try to pull your fist back, it's like it's been sucked into extremely resilient mud... though you can briefly pull your hand back a little, it's sucked right back in. "What the?!"\n\nOne of the other ghosts sweeps, apparently intending to attack your other side, and without really thinking you swing a backhand hard at it to try and force it away. Your knuckles hit and, much like the previous strike, sink into the ghost's shimmering little indistinct body until it's almost centered, before the glowing green phantasm becomes more opaque, similarly locking your hand into place. You're shocked enough that you barely even notice the green glow from below, looking down in time to see two ghosts coming up through the floor, their gaping, wobbly-edged mouths swallowing your legs to halfway up the calves before they become more solid as well, capturing all four of your limbs. "Hey! Let me <i>go</i>!" you shout, struggling as the ghosts lift higher into the air, swinging you spread-eagled in the center of the train compartment, your spreading thighs causing your skirt to ride up and bare a fair bit of your panties.\n\nYour eyes widen and your struggles cease in shock as your top, apparently of its own accord, pulls out in front and then lifts up, leaving your tits to drop free and wobble briefly before settling into place. Then you gasp loudly as finger-shaped indentations appear in the yielding flesh, shifting and moving as invisible hands start kneading you. It's definitely a strange sensation... you can feel your sensitive flesh being compressed, your skin being stroked as it's pressed under those fingers, but you can't feel the hands that are doing the molesting. You squirm in the air as you feel similar sensations running across your flat belly, your legs, and your ass. You mmf loudly as your nipples are stimulated, shifting and indenting and tweaking through the air as if all on their own, your body stimulated by an unfelt tongue as your puffy areola and stiff nubs start to get coated by a cool, dripping layer of green slime. "S-stop it, don't touch me, you... you dead perverts!"\n\nIf anything, that just seems to encourage your invisible assailants, your skirt pushing further up your hips and bunching around your waist as if animated... and the crotch of your panties similarly tugging to the sides all by themselves. "Hey, wait!" But even as you say it you can feel your pussy stretching open, spreading apart and being stimulated without the actual sensation of being filled. The feeling is strangely pleasurable, some weird middle ground between masturbation and actual sex without being quite like either. You draw in a hard hiss at the oddly pleasurable feeling of being fucked by nothing, then cry out as your ass spreads open too, your tight little pucker gaping and shifting without any sign of the thick phantasmal cock actually filling it. You twist and buck your hips as the ghosts start fucking you, your pussy and ass both spread open to show a perfect view inside your holes as they quiver and shift from the strokes of the invisible dicks in them, even as the rest of your body is stroked and fondled and squeezed by invisible hands.\n\nYou almost don't notice one of the more visible ghosts approaching until it's right in your face, a vaguely-shaped translucent green shaft jutting up from the general vicinity of where it would have a crotch. You start to voice another protest, which it simply takes as an opportunity to shove its see-through prick into your mouth and down your throat in a single quick motion. Unlike the completely invisible ones, you can actually feel this one a bit, cool and semi-solid pushing your mouth open and bulging your throat... too, it leaves a coating of that pale green goo everywhere it touches, leaving it dribbling down your chin and spurting a bit from your lips every time the ghost thrusts into you, soon leaving most of your lower face dripping with the stuff, much as your nipples are, and a few parts of your body where the invisible ghosts have apparently been licking. You can even feel some of it soaking into your hair from where the ghost apparently has its indistinct hands on your head, urging you along as it phantasmically facefucks you. You gasp loudly, ectoplasm stretching from your lips to its translucent shaft, but almost instantly your head is turned and your mouth and throat are pushed over another glowing green ghost gagstick. You groan and grunt around it, the sounds coming out weirdly more distinct than they might due to the semisolid nature of the phallus stretching your throat, but gurgling and thick from the layer of ectoplasmic goo coating the inside of your throat. Your noises come out even more strained as your body bucks with orgasm, forced over the edge of climax by the strange stimulation of the spirits.\n\nEven as you're still bucking and twisting in the air, your pussy and ass spread wider as the invisible, unfelt cocks shove deep into your holes and begin flooding you with something warm-cool and thick. Apparently the insubstantial nature of the pricks fucking you means that much of the ectoplasmic jizz is free to flow right back out of your stretched holes, pouring out in a gush of translucent emerald ooze, but enough is still being pumped into your womb and belly that your stomach starts to bulge outward. The sensation of getting an otherworldly cumbelly makes your eyes roll, your body twitching and losing more control, your tongue and lips starting to actually work over the luminescent spectral shaft pumping down your throat. Your pussy and ass both briefly sink back down to slightly more normal proportions even as the visible ghost in your mouth pulls out, both of them near your head moaning in a strange mixture of lewd pleasure and otherworldly torment as they begin firing thick blasts of green slime all over your face and tits, plenty winding up in your open mouth and across your stretched-out tongue. But it's not long before a phantasmal cock is pushing back between your lips and your pussy and ass are spread wide again, multiple unseen hands still roughly and pleasurably mauling your big, gooey boobs.\n\nSo absorbed are you in your ghostly gangbang that you never even notice the distant sound of an explosion, nor the rapidly descending darkness of the plate dropping.\n\n<hr>\n[[<img src="images/youdied.jpg">|FFTL2ax3]]

"Maybe we should all split up and try to find a way through. That way we've got a better chance of at least one of us getting through quickly and managing to warn everyone else."\n\nThe other two exchange a quick glance at your suggestion, then nod. "Alright, I'll go this way, Aeris you head down that path, Tifa, see if you can find a passage going through the old train cars."\n\nNodding, you turn and make your way towards one of the abandoned cars, pausing at the gaping door. It really does look... well... spooky in there. The battered and rotted seats, some of them twisted (probably from the impact of the train being rather indelicately moved) make you think vaguely of huddled, misshapen forms waiting in the dark, an impression not exactly helped by the light, constant wind making odd noises as it rushes through cracked and broken windows and flutters through the empty cars. ... Still. You are a grown woman! Who can punch through walls! You're not going to be scared of an empty train car! Squaring your shoulders, you step up into the interior, forcing yourself not to wince at the loud, groaning creak of the metal under your boots. You start heading through the train, following it in the general direction of the Sector 7 slums (you think), just trying to think of it as a hallway. A really narrow, dark, detritus-strewn, abandoned hallway in the middle of the night.\n\nYou pass through a number of connected train cars, still feeling like you're heading in the right direction. ... You hope. It's honestly hard to judge from inside the train cars, especially since all you can see outside is more derelict train cars scattered around or piled up. Eventually you emerge into one that looks like it's had most of the seats removed, leaving it a bit more wide open and spacious. ... Wait, no, the seats are still there, they're just battered down and crumpled in, either leaving them smashed to the floor or shoved further against the walls. Like someone... had been fighting in here!\n\nAs if cued by your realization, several vague, shifting forms appear floating in the air, letting out low wails and moans as they wiggle their indistinct appendages in the air. Ghosts! Actual ghosts have appeared! ... Okay well ghosts are monsters, and you can deal with monsters! you quickly assure yourself after a brief moment of pure, existential fear. This is just like any other battle against enemies, you assure yourself as you prepare to throw-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a punch.|FFTL2ax2]]\n\n[[-a burst of ice.|FFTL]]

"Hey, she's waking up!"\n\n"Uh-oh, what do we do?!"\n\n"We've been waiting for her to wake up, numbolts."\n\n"Oh. Right!"\n\n'What the hell?' You force your eyes open and try to make them focus, seeing two oddly-colored head-shaped blobs looming over you. Though as you come around, you're not entirely sure that you're actually conscious, because... well. One of them is a cute teenage-ish girl with a heart-shaped face and a pageboy haircut... made out of some sort of gold net-shaped piece of metal. In fact, all of her skin is gold, except for her eyes, which look like slightly yellowed plastic. Across from her is a younger-looking girl with fire engine red skin, and glass visor over her eyes that... well, it's weird, it's clear and see-through, but you can see the metal ceiling behind her instead of the inside of her head, or the back of her scruffy white hair or the red ballcap she's wearing.\n\n"Ooo, she IS awake!" chirps the red-skinned one.\n\n"Alright, buddy, nobody moves and nobody gets robot revolutioned!" the gold-skinned one announces.\n\n"Gyah!" You go scrambling backwards and thump against something, wincing as you bang your head a bit and find it quite tender on the back. You stare at the two... beings... in front of you. The smaller one is wearing a red t-shirt with white sleeves and a graphic of some buttons on the front, and a short white pleated skirt with black inside the pleats, black hightop sneakers on her feet. The bigger one is wearing some sort of high-collared long-sleeved black leotard with high-cut hips and no legs, showing off a lot of gold skin (and a very generous chest, though certainly nowhere near as generous as Frankie's... hers are slightly smaller than her head, after all) down to where she's wearing short black cloth boots. Both of them have rather visible robotic joints on their bare knees, and along parts of their necks.\n\n"Raven!" the red-skinned one whines, smacking the gold one with the back of her hand.\n\n"Ow! Sorry, you know how it is, I see a new human and it's all like, 'Hey, you planning on oppressing me?'"\n\n"Eheh, eheh, no one's oppressing anyone!" the little one snaps after a few nervous flaps, flailing at her companion for a moment, before turning back to you and adopting a conciliatory stance. "Please forgive my companion, ma'am. You see, she's an idiot."\n\n"Yeah, sorry. ... HEY!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Killer robots! Run for it!|MikeMSTPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Apology... accepted?|MikeMST1x3]]

Wondering what on Earth could have made so much noise, you rise from your chair and head towards the entrance. "Hey, Tanya, did you hear that?" you call back absently, glancing over your shoulder, then stopping glancing down as your foot kicks something. "What the?" You find yourself looking at a piece of the door frame, the ends of the wood shattered and splintered, the rest of the floor covered in other fragments of wood and glass. It looks like someone set off a bomb! Looking towards the entrance with worry now, you find yourself raising your head to lock gazes with the gargoyle statue from above the entrance, a low shriek of metal sounding as its lips curl in a sadistic smirk, the noise almost drowned out by your screams.\n\nYou scramble and turn to run, but despite its metal nature it grabs you before you can get too far. Those immense iron hands close around your middle and lift you up, turning you back around to face it, your next scream choked out of you as one of its hands moves to close around your neck. You grab for the metal fingers, doing your best to hold yourself up as it releases you to let your body dangle, before its claws begin yanking and tearing at your clothes, hauling your helpless body this way and that as your sweater and jeans are ripped to shreds, your shoes tumbling off and the motions soon causing your socks to drop as well. You turn your head a bit, managing to look down at what it's doing to you, and your eyes widen in terror as you realize that the statue has a massive metal cock jutting from its crotch. It's angular, the shaft more of an octagon than a smooth pillar, the head simiarly planes and slopes rather than a domed cap. \n\nYou don't have much longer to wonder whether its intentions are what they seem to be as it turns you back around and lowers you into place, its hands wrapping around your middle, leaving you to beat your fists against them and kick your legs helplessly. You let out another scream as it pulls you back towards it, its angular cockhead pressing to your entrance and starting to spread your pussy, far wider than it should be, molding the soft pink walls against the unnatural angles of the tip of its prick as it pulls you inexorably onto it. You arch and twist, shuddering as it just keeps sinking into you, the bulge of the head sliding inside and leaving your lips to press around that octagon shaft.\n\n"Wilma! What's happening, I came out of the bathroom and heard you screa-!" Tanya cries as she rushes from around the corner, scrambling to a halt and letting out a scream of her own at the sight of you being raped by the metal monster. But before she can run, the thing's long tail lashes out and winds itself around her neck, lifting her up off the floor and leaving her grabbing for it and struggling just like you did before, feet kicking as she desperately tries to find purchase and not let herself be choked.\n\nYou however are free to scream and cry out as you're just pulled further and further down the living statue's shaft. "Stop! It's too big! Stoooop!" you wail, the beast unheeding as it keeps pulling you downward, an angular bulge showing in your belly below the grip of its long, clawed fingers as it stretches out your cunt as its cold iron prick violates you ever deeper. And then you can feel your ass pressing against the iron of its crotch, its welded balls resting against your clit. And with that, it begins working you in quick, fluid strokes over its dick, the creaking and groaning of the metal that makes it up sounding ridiculously like the bouncing bedsprings of some overexcited masturbating boy than anything else as it rapes you. \n\nYour eyes roll up in your head, your tongue lolling out as your cries grow steadily more incoherent. The strangeness of it, the intensity of the sensation, all of it steadily overwhelms you, leaving your pussy gushing out girlcum around the octagonal iron prick violating your cunt, leaving it to dribble off the metal monster's balls. It never varies, never relents, seemingly not caring to bring itself to orgasm even as it forces your broken mind and yielded body to do so over and over again. Your legs sway limply under you with the motions of its strokes, your grip on its fingers barely holding on, your tits wobbling and jiggling heavily with its motions.\n\nStrangely the more you cum, the more you can feel your pussy tensing up, the flutterings and squeezings that had characterized your first forced orgasms gradually ceasing as it feels like the the cold of the gargoyle's metal cock is spreading out from it. Gritting your teeth, you force your half-broken mind to focus enough that you can look down... and stare with horror at the sight below. Your crotch, hips, and halfway down your thighs have turned a dark blue-grey, far too smooth and shiny to be simple discoloration of the skin. Even as you watch, every time the beast's cock pushes inside you, the color seaps a little further down your legs and around your hips. "No! Nooooo!" you wail, struggling anew, but it's still fruitless to try and move the rapacious statue's hard, gripping metal fingers. And even though its thrusts are soon making metal-on-metal clangs as your ass firms and turns to blue iron, you can still feel the constant orgasmic pleasure from it, seemingly spreading through your body along with the creeping metal.\n\nSoon everything below your waist is solid iron, legs stretching out in a wide V below you, unmoving and stiff as the beast continues to work you over its prick, the impact of your metal ass on its metal hips sounding like an industrial piston. You look up at Tanya, your face flushed and feverish, eyes glazed with orgasmic pleasure even as terror overwhelms you, but all you can see is the horror on her own face as she's forced to watch your transformation. Your breasts stiffen up as the metal slides higher and higher, ceasing their movement and briefly looking like stiff, hard implants before they too become heavy globes of blue iron with nipples that look as if they were cast from a mold. Your arms stiffen as well, fingers tightening on the gargoyle's hands and becoming a literally unyielding grip. You let out one final scream, the sound dying in your solid iron throat as metal slides up and over your face, rendering your terrified but orgasmic features in solid metal for all eternity.\n\nJust as the iron starts to close in around your eyes, the gargoyle slides its fingers out from the stiff loops of yours, pulling you off of its cock and letting you drop. Your metal toes hit first, striking the library floor with loud clangs that knock you to one side and then the other before your head drops down and hits with a third clang, your metal body shifting and wobbling as it comes to a rest, your iron ass in the air and gaping tunnel of a hole displayed. Your last sight is of the gargoyle hauling its tail in and ripping off Tanya's clothing, its metal cock eternally hard and obviously eager to make your friend its next victim.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|WilmaLibrary2axEnd]]

"Uh, pull over, would you," you say, gesturing towards the side of the road. \n\n"Huh? What's wrong?" Jakson asks as he nevertheless angles the horse over towards the side of the path before pulling on the reins to halt it. He erks a bit as you jump down. "Cyan, what are you doing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take off running.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Wait for him to join you.|GGMonk]]

You bound across the rooftops, lightness in your heart... or, well, the center of your solid rubber chest. You've finally stabilized, even though your host was completely absorbed weeks ago. Looks like all that empowered Senshi milk really did it for you! And to celebrate, you've decided to peek in on her and see how life is going in the aftermath of your changes. \n\nYou stick to the wall above her window and extend your neck, peeking into her apartment. Sadly, it seems to be empty. You wait a bit, and are starting to get bored and consider leaving, when the front door opens. You watch with interest as the Senshi walks in, wearing a baseball cap and extremely baggy grey sweats, which do practically nothing to hide her immense breasts or what looks like a huge fat stomach tucked beneath the waistband of the pants. She's followed in by the Senshi with long blonde hair... the orange one, you're pretty sure from your late host's memories.\n\n"Thanks for doing this, but I think we really need to be more careful," the black-haired one says with a sigh, taking off her baseball cap to reveal her nubby little cow horns. "You look like you've gone up about half a cup-size."\n\n"It's a full cup-size, actually," the blonde replies as she shrugs out of her jacket, then reaches beneath her plain white t-shirt to undo her bra, her breasts indeed looking much larger as they're freed. "I haven't had a chance to go bra shopping yet."\n\n"Look, just don't drink any more!" the black-haired one huffs as she pushes down the sweatpants, her obviously rather full udder spilling free, teats wobbling. "At this rate you're going to lose the ability to transform!" she adds as she pulls off the sweatshirt, freeing her heavy breasts as well.\n\n"Um. Too late," the blonde admits sheepishly as she shucks her jeans, leaving her in the loose white t-shirt and an orange thong. \n\n"... Oh, that's just great," the black-haired one huffs, scowling. "Look, just... we'll figure something else out, I can skip a day, you don't need to-"\n\n"No, I said I'll do it! Get up on the bed!" the blonde Senshi says, pointing.\n\n"... Fine." The black-haired one makes her way over to the bed, which has been sheathed in a black rubber sheet and otherwise stripped of bedding. She clambers up, then flops onto her back, idly toying with her nosering. "This damn thing. At least I could get the boots and gloves off, why is this stupid thing indestructible?"\n\n"I think it kind of looks good on you," the blonde answers in the tone of someone who's been thinking of copying the fashion accessory in question as she clambers up onto the bed. She smiles as she leans forward, starting to knead the other Senshi's tits, sending spurts of milk into the air from her stiff nipples, running down over creamy tits and onto the rubber-clad bed. The blonde giggles some as her friend moans loudly. "You still seem to enjoy yourself, so it's not so bad, huh?"\n\n"Just... just milk me," the prone Senshi says, the words trailing off into another moan as the blonde gives a practiced motion of squeezing low on her breasts and dragging her hands upward, sending veritable fountains of milk streaming over the blonde's fingers. "F-fuck... mmmmoooooo..."\n\nThe blonde giggles again, expression one of obvious delight as she continues to knead and milk her fellow Senshi's tits. "We should get the others involved. You know... kind of spread things around. Maybe drinking some wouldn't be so much of an issue if it was spread between all of us. Because it smells reeeally good..."\n\n"Mooona-... M-Minako, that's a bad idea... that's-" The black-haired one cuts herself off with another cow-tinged moan as the blonde moves down to start squeezing and stroking two of her teats, sending more shots of milk into the air.\n\n"Smells so good," the blonde repeats in a purr, leaning down and deliberately aiming one of the squirts directly into her open mouth. The black-haired Senshi moos loudly as her friend's lips close around the tip of the teat, and then slide lower. The blonde girl begins deep-throating the long, thick pink tube while stroking off two of the others, showering herself with the milk as she sucks her friend off directly. She leans into her work, thong-clad ass raised up in the air, shirt sliding up... revealing her slightly bulged pink belly, and the four little nubs capping it.\n\nLaughing silently to yourself, you pull away from the window and climb back up the wall. It looks like the Sailor Senshi won't be a problem much longer.\n\n<b>Rubber Buggy Bumper<b> end - <i>Maho Cow Disease</i>

The Drive of Passion seems like the most interesting thing you could do, allowing you to turn your love of video games into actual witchly power. Besides, you kinda like the idea of being 'The Vidya Witch'. Grinning, you begin reading through more of what the book has to say about the Drive of Passion.\n\nApparently one of the primary aspects of it is being able to draw people into an area where your Passion has reign... it makes it even easier to work your will on them, you get more power for doing so, and apparently it even nudges fate to make it less likely you'll suffer any consequences, since as far as the universe is concerned they willingly entered your domain and offered themselves up to the consequences. Thus Tandy and her candy shop, or more broadly things like stories about wicked witches having gingerbread houses. There are even specific ways to create pocket dimensions that are meant to essentially trap people in forever, meaning they can provide you with energy from what happens to them for a lifetime (or an eternity). The more you read about it, the more perfect you realize it is... video games essentially create their own little pocket world every time you turn one on, especially if you're logging into one online. You're 'entering' a world that technically only exists in one spot, and a virtual spot at that. It would be hilariously easy to make one of those little worlds your own, and bring unwitting players waltzing into it much deeper than they imagined.\n\nThe book and your own musings make it clear that the Drive of Passion is something you're going to have to spend a lot of time and effort on. After all you doubt Tandy just came across a magic spell that makes candy from nothing, she likely had to start by melting sugar. Well, best to get started then. Heading over to the computer, you start ordering a number of books on programming, computer systems, and game design.\n\nOver the next few months, you teach yourself quite a bit about programming, magic, and hacking. Luckily all three of those things synergize surprisingly well... you're actually surprised how well the magical principles of scrying and remote viewing mingle with the internet, and being able to actually look at someone just from their online postings is pretty useful. (You suppose you could realize the long-held dream of creating a 'Stab whoever made this post in the face' button, but you've got more interesting things to focus on.) It's certainly useful being able to look over the shoulders of people posting to corporate accounts, and soon your education (and slightly more luxurious lifestyle) are being funded by the hidden slush funds of several news organization CEOs.\n\nOf course when it comes time for school to start back, you don't really see much point there. If you were developing one of the other styles of witchcraft, sure, but being a Vidya Witch isn't going to be helped much by public school. By then your spells for influencing minds have really taken off, so you just have your mother call in to the school and inform them that you'll be home-schooled from now on... and of course while she's doing so, you've got her bent over the kitchen table with your cock pumping into her ass, your father placidly sipping his coffee and reading his paper nearby. Grinning as your mother finishes the call, you pull out and spill your load all over her ass before giving it a firm slap. "Thanks Mom!"\n\n"Of course, dear, have fun with your little games," your mother replies rather dreamily.\n\nIt takes another month or so before you think you've mastered enough principles of both computers and magic to properly call yourself the Vidya Witch. You've got all the basics down, you know how to create a virtual pocket dimension, now the question is... what game to do it with?\n\n<hr>\n[[An MMO.|GGCandy5x10]]\n\n[[Fighting game.|GG-FFStart]]\n\n[[RPG FPS.|GGCaptureStart]]\n\n[[Chat program.|GGVW]]

Your dormmates are polite but border on chilly around you, and any attempts to gain any of them as a sycophant or to bully them into following you or fearing you are met with them simply walking away. After any attempts to do so you're always met with several days of complete shunning, the entire dorm acting as if you're not there no matter what you do (and trying to force them to acknowledge you by getting bitchy only increases the time they do it). You try to do the same to kids from the other houses, but most of them just steer clear of you in the first place, as if suspecting you're trying to outsmart them somehow. Plus your attempts always seem to get back to the rest of the Crowchildes, and you find yourself in for another day or two of silent treatment.\n\nEventually, you just give up and actually start focusing on your studies, since apparently that's the only thing you're going to be allowed to do. You start treating the rest of the Crowchildes with the same cold, polite manner they treat you with, which apparently suits everyone just fine. In fact they even begin agreeing to do favors like helping you with your assignments or sharing notes, albeit still as if you were a coworker they were being professionally considerate to while displaying as little emotion as possible. The first time you try to take advantage of their generosity it earns you a two week shunning, so it's also the last time.\n\nIn fact, after spending three and a half years plus another two years of university-level classes being cool and polite to practically everyone around you, it pretty much becomes internalized. Your calm head and unfailingly professional attitude are definitely boons when you elect to stay in Britain and open a shop in Dresden Falls. You become well-known as a no-nonsense woman who will get someone what they need and let them be on their way with an unflappably respectful attitude and no time-wasting chitchat.\n\nWhen the War comes, your sense of pragmatism and lack of attachment to the rest of the mages leads you to selling to both sides under the table. It almost gets you in trouble when the War is over and the winners start comparing some of their notes with the losers, but you handle things with generous applications of money and even denials. You come out of the whole mess a bit poorer but with your budding sales empire intact, so you know it will only be a matter of time before you're wealthier than ever. You never really do connect to anyone, and you dwell alone in your mansion, but in the end you have what you want... more money than you know what to do with.\n\n<b>Aspareth School</b> end - <i>Cold heart, cold cash</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, wonder what my other crystal thoughts would have been.|Aspareth1x5]]\n\n[[Take me back to the train, let's try again from there.|AsparethStart]]\n\n[[If we're going that far back, let's just start over.|CharGenMain]]

"No way! I refuse to get all dressed up for your... perverted party!" you snap, leaping off the bed and starting to make a run for the door.\n\nYou jerk to a halt as Drake snaps his fingers, your body stiffening and forcing you to straighten upright. "Very well," he says with a dramatic sigh. "If you will not agree to be my date, then you will be my contribution to the workforce. Katja, Jeanne."\n\nThe door swings open and a pair of girls around your own age enter. They're both pretty blondes dressed in a style that you guess would be called 'tavern wench', loose white blouses with frilled cuffs, the front falling against small, pert tits, their waists hugged tightly by the dark brown corset's they're wearing, loose, plain dark skirts falling to about halfway down their thighs, legs sheathed in white stockings with serviceable but shiny black shoes on their feet. They both curtsy to Drake as he says, "Girls, meet your newest coworker... hm... Marissa. Please see that she's attired properly."\n\nBoth girls nod, then move past you, and you can hear what sounds like a trunk being opened and closed. Then both return, one lifting your arms so that the other can slide a shirt identical to the ones they're wearing over your naked chest. Once it's in place, one kneels down, your body moving of its own accord to step into the skirt she's lifting and drawing into place, tucking the hem of your shirt inside it, while the other readies the stockings. Without a word of direction, you find yourself walking over to sit on the bed, both girls kneeling and moving in just-not-perfect-enough synch to indicate that it's the result of long practice rather than Drake's control. Once your legs are sheathed, you slide forward, stepping into the shoes one of them had set out. Then both go to work wrapping the corset around your middle, cinching and lacing it tightly. The resulting compression pushes your chest up to give you the appearance of small but definite breasts... just like Katja and Jeanne's, you realize.\n\nDrake snaps his fingers again, and you feel a strange tingling, tickling feeling as your hair lengthens, straightens, and fades to a rather unordinary shade of blonde, but one which perfectly matches the other two's. In fact, as you turn around to face Drake and the servant girls move to stand beside him, the only real way to tell the three of you apart is that you have blue eyes, while the one on your left has brown, and the one on your right has green. You're stunned by how much you look alike... did he change you in some other way you didn't feel? "Alright, girls. Downstairs to the cargo carriage."\n\nThe other two turn and you turn with them, a little trio marching in single file out the door, down the steps, through a much more authentic-looking mansion than you remember, and out the front door to a dark nighttime glen with no sight of Worldland. There's a large carriage with a loading ramp open in back and a small team of horses in front, and you follow the girl in front of you up the ramp, sitting in a row on some fruit-scented crates, waiting impassively with the rest of the cargo until the ramp is swung upward, the interior plunged into mostly darkness, though your eyes adjust enough to make out most of what little there is to see.\n\n"So, we finally have a new girl," the green-eyed one chirps, turning her head towards you.\n\n"It's been awhile," the other says breezily. Both of them speak more naturally and with less grandiose manner than Drake, though both of them have just the hint of his accent underlying their otherwise American midwest voices. "I'm Jeanne, and that's Katja, by the way, since I doubt you could tell."\n\nYou find you can move again, jerking your head to look at one, then the other. For some thing the first thing you can think to say is, "I'm not a <i>girl</i>! Didn't you see?!"\n\nBoth of them exchange a glance, then burst into melodic giggles. Giving you saucy looks, they lift up their skirts, briefly flashing their own bare cocks at you, leaving you staring and blushing.\n\n"May as well get used to thinking of yourself as a girl, you're going to be treated like one," Jeanne says breezily, kicking her legs a bit over the side of her crate. "Drake will have you acting like one, too, until he thinks you're trained."\n\n"Trai-...? You... you mean you two seriously weren't under his control when you were doing that to me?" you whisper, glancing back and forth.\n\n"He controlled pretty much everything we did for the first couple of years, sure," Katja says with a shrug, hopping up from her seat and moving carefully to stand in front of you, giving just enough of a whirl as she comes to face you that her skirt flies up and shows her cock. "But eventually it tapered off. Pretty much without me realizing, because I'd just gotten so used to doing whatever he said. It's been a bunch of years since he actually used mental control on me."\n\n"That's how it happens," Jeanne agrees with a nod. "He tells you 'Go do this' while making you go do that enough times, eventually when he says 'Go do that' you go and do it without realizing he didn't make you. It's been like that for years and years now."\n\n"Wha? How many years? You don't look that much older than me!" you blurt.\n\nBoth of them giggle again, before Katja says, "Lots of years." Both of them brush back their hair on one side, tilting their heads to show off the bite marks on their necks. "Drake gives us just a drop or so of his blood every so often when he's feeding on us. Apparently it keeps us from aging. Or getting tired, or getting hurt, and a bunch of other stuff."\n\n"It's actually not a bad deal," Jeanne adds with another nod. "About the only problem is that he <i>always</i> wants to fuck us and treat us like girls."\n\n"Yeah, the only time we get sucked off or get to fuck someone else is... well... long trips on the road by ourselves." With that Katja grins wickedly, leaning in to press her lips to Jeanne's, both of them closing their eyes and moaning softly as they twine tongues. Both of their skirts begin to lift as well as their bare pricks stiffen beneath them.\n\n"Y-you two," you splutter, shifting away a little.\n\nKatja breaks the kiss to glance over at you, giggling as she reaches under the softly moaning Jeanne's skirt to start jerking her cock. "C'mon, Marissa, the faster you start acclimating, the better it'll be for you. You're going to be made to do chores, get fed on, and be fucked up the ass whether you agree to it or not... may as well enjoy it, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Give in.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Pass.|HHHVampMale]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HHHVampMale]]

The girl's just a teenager herself, she probably can't take care of you. You hate to admit it, but for some things a girl just has to trust in a big strong man to provide... not exactly the most enlightened thing but, well, you've been on the streets for over a week now, at some point enlightenment has to give way to an empty belly. So you start sizing up the guys in the group, trying to judge which one might help you for... well, for whatever reason.\n\nThere's an <b>older man in a sweater</b>. His face is a bit lined and he has a full head of wirey silver hair. The sweater looks like cashmere, and you judge his pants and shoes to be very nice quality. He seems well-off and grandfatherly, a pretty safe pick.\n\nThere's a black man in a very nice suit. He's huge, his head shaven smooth, a sharply-shaped goatee around his mouth. In fact, you recognize him now... it's <b>Jackson Kierson</b>, the football star. He's supposed to be a really nice guy, never had any scandals or problems with the cops. (And he's single.) He's probably heard plenty of hard luck stories from people trying to mooch off of him, but you never know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Older man in a sweater.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[Jackson Kierson.|Digitizer18x2]]

You can't help it, you have to look up more about these Iridescent Half Dragons, if only to see just how ridiculous they can get. You flip to the page focusing on them, starting to read.\n\nThere is, of course, the long listing of spells they can cast just by being their fabulous selves, even without taking any class levels. But if they do take class levels, they obviously get plenty of class-based racial bonuses. Then there's the innate boosts to all of their stats, bonuses to practically every skill there is on top of that, bonus feats they can take and get several to choose from right at the start, bonuses to XP earning. Extra abilities like full darkvision, full blindsense, scent, shapeshifting that functions as a high enough level spell that they could turn into anything from a Huge dragon to a Fine dragonfly, new abilities over time as they level... well aren't they just too fabulous for words?\n\n'Of course I am,' you think smoothly, then blink. Hm. That was slightly odd. You look up from the book, easily realizing that you're no longer in the library and starting to assess your current location and condition.\n\nRather than the simple, rather old building and its numerous bookshelves, you're standing in a room that seems to be made entirely out of a material somewhat resembling alabaster, walls, floor, and ceiling. Magically condensed clouds, you quickly realize. The room shape and its equally formed furnishing are all simple, but graceful and elegant, as befitting refined aesthetic tastes. Your hands, where they hold the books, are slender but somewhat draconic in nature, covered in gleaming mother of pearl-esque scales, as are your legs and hips at a glance, your feet somewhat more draconic, much like your hands tipped in delicate but obviously powerful pearl-colored claws. You're taller than you were, and your body is somehow both slender and curvaceous, sleek but with generous breasts, hips, and rear, as if designed by a fantasy artist who was both an idealist and a perfectionist. Your assessment of the room earlier noticed a pane of simply condensed water on one wall, and backed by darker condensed cloud it makes for a decent mirror. So you calmly close the book and tuck it under one arm before crossing to the mirror.\n\nYes, you are certainly very beautiful, you assess calmly as you take in the scales running up your shoulders and the sides and back of your neck, curling partly around your cheeks and along your long, backswept ears. Half Iridescent Dragon, the other half is obviously some species (or multiple species) of highborn elves, ivory-skinned and beautiful. Your hair is like soapbubbles spun into silk, gleaming and shining in a white rainbow as it falls down your back to just above your rear, which is unhidden by any sort of tail. Your eyes have black sclera, the color of them a gleaming, iridescent blue that shifts slightly with every slight movement of your head.\n\n"Clearly," you muse aloud to yourself as you justifiably admire yourself in the mirror. "This book was enchanted and placed in the library for someone such as myself to find. A likely suspect would be some deity of this world seeking to amuse themselves, or perhaps looking for a champion. In either case, they will either choose to reveal themselves at some point in the future, either immediate or longterm, or they will not. In either event, the most obvious course of action is to proceed as if they would not, as I have no guarantee or knowledge that they will do so or when they will do so."\n\nYou pause to consider. Hm, you seem to be speaking aloud to yourself. Well, at least that way you're insured quality conversation. However, it does highlight the fact that you are alone and, to judge from the sky outside some of the carved-out windows, extremely high up. Some sort of starting area to allow you to take in your appearance before heading out into the world.\n\nAlthough you suppose you don't have to head out into the world. It would also be logical to stay here in this abode, perhaps further shaping it to suit yourself, and either practice your abilities or perhaps induce whatever being or deity that summoned you here to appear, if nothing else to confront you over not doing what you're 'supposed' to do. Of course, such a thing is fraught with its own perils, should such a being decide it's aggravated with you before you've properly prepared yourself.\n\nSo either course of action seems to be reasonable, to you. Either descend to the ground and make your way into the world, with the overall intention of gaining proper class levels, or stay and practice with your innate abilities.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|IriDra]]\n\n[[Go.|IriDra1x1]]

"I just really can't stand to go back there," you whisper, tears gathering in your eyes and audible in your voice. "Please, Mr. Kierson, I just need a little help."\n\nThe big man heaves a sigh, then nods. "Alright, alright. I guess I'll see what I can do for you."\n\n"Oh, thank you!" You look up at him and smile brightly, hopping up and down a few times. "Thank you, Mr. Kierson!"\n\n"Yeah, yeah." His mouth splits in a big grin, and he lays one of those large hands on your shoulder. "C'mon, girl, let's head to my car. May as well head on out at this point."\n\nThe two of you leave the park and are courtesy shuttled to Jackson's huge, shiny black SUV. It's the sort of thing that probably would have been a mockery of the trend back in the eighties. You settle back against the leather seat, elation creating butterflies in your tummy. Jackson seems quiet and thoughtful, not speaking for almost half an hour.\n\n"Hey, Erica," he finally says, casting a quick glance over at you. His words are slow, musing as he says, "Exactly how far would you say you'd be willing to go for my help...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'd be willing to do anything he says.|Digitizer18x4]]\n\n[[That question makes you uncomfortable.|Digitizer]]

You can't help it, you've got to try to talk to Jackson, even if it's just to speak to someone so famous. It doesn't hurt that he's incredibly good-looking, you mentally add. As the group leaves the Movie Magic building and begins to disperse, you hurry over to him.\n\n"Um, Mr. Kierson...?"\n\n"Yeah?" He turns, and gives you a bit of a strange look. He seems curious, and you have to wonder if you did something weird while you were having your little episode back at the Digitizer. "What can I do for you, uh, young lady? An autograph?"\n\n"No. Well, I mean, it's not that I wouldn't want one, I mean, I'm actually a fan, it's just..." You trail off, blushing with embarrassment. He smiles at you, which just makes you blush harder. Still, you manage to get out, "What I mean is... I guess there's no better way to say it, but I could really use your help."\n\n"What do you need help with...?" He glances suspiciously towards the Movie Magic building before looking back at you, his smooth-shaven brows lifting.\n\n"Um, you see... I was kind of in a bad situation at home, see, so... I left." You glance down, scuffing a sneaker against the ground. "I've been traveling since then. Coming to Worldland was sort of an impulse thing I did to take my mind off everything, but now I'm low on cash and don't know what to do. It's not that I want you to give me money, or anything, just... could you, um... help?"\n\nHe looks at you seriously, rubbing the back of his head with one big hand. "Listen, kid, running away is hardly ever the answer. You should probably head back home..." Though for some reason that seems to give him pause, his brow furrowing. "And at least try to make it work."\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe he's right.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[No, you just can't go back.|Digitizer18x3]]

Why be surprised? If you're an empire that conquers other worlds and institutes things like learning machines that teach you as you dream, you're <i>not</i> gonna use them for indoctrination? Pft, yeah right. Not like anything's actually changed for you, you say 'no' and you wind up severely grounded for 5,000 years. "The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne," you repeat, admittedly with less than utter enthusiasm, but hey.\n\n"Very good!" the teacher purrs.\n\nSuddenly you're sitting on top of the desk instead and she's in front of you, her tits wrapped around your cock and her lips pressed over the tip where it juts up from between them. She's purring softly as she teases the hole in the tip with her tongue, sending subtle vibrations all through your cock as she kneads and presses her full breasts around you. Your eyes widen, before the suddenness of the pleasure as much as the intensity overcomes you and you cum almost instantly, spurting into her mouth, dribbles of your cum escaping her lips to splatter on her cleavage, pooling around your cockhead.\n\nThen you're back in your chair, feeling rather lightheaded even in the dream, the teacher once more standing at the board and beaming at you as she uses the pointer to indicate the first line. "Good boys who think the Empire is everything get titjobs. Now, let's review. 'The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne.'"\n\nYou swallow, then breathlessly repeat, with rather less hesitation this time, "The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne."\n\nThe change of position this time is just as sudden, but now you're laying on your back in your bed in your old bedroom, with the catgirl teacher eagerly bouncing atop you, her absolutely sodden pussy pumping eagerly over your cock. Her full ass slaps against your legs and her big tits bounce heavily, almost magnetically drawing your hands in to take hold of them, letting your fingers sink into the firm softness that was earlier wrapped around your cock. She's squealing and yowling and purring happily, absolutely shameless as she calls out how good your cock is, how much she wants you, how you're the best she's ever had. You soon shift your hands down to her hips, letting her boobs jiggle freely as you haul her down and thrust up into her, moaning loudly as you empty your balls deep into her cunt.\n\nAnd then just like before you're back sitting in your chair at the desk, looking ahead at the board and the catgirl teacher standing in front of it, who's beaming at you as she taps her pointer against the second line on the board. "Good boys who acknowledge Queen Bastarra is their goddess get to fuck pussy. Now, let's review. 'The Bastian Empire is everything. Queen Bastarra is my goddess. I will forever obey the goddess and the throne.'"\n\n"The Bastian Empire is everything! Queen Bastarra is my goddess! I will forever obey the goddess and the throne!" you belt out with definite enthusiasm this time, your eyes sparkling with delight and anticipation as you do.\n\nAs if to match your lack of hesitation, the transition is virtually instantaneous this time to the moment you've finished speaking. You're on your knees behind the teacher, who's on all fours in front of you, one of your hands on one of her buttocks and the other apparently having already guided the tip of your prick to her waiting pucker. The two of you are up on a... coffee table? And you're in the middle of a party! Tons of people you remember from school, and from the warehouse, are all gathered around watching, egging you on with chants of "Fuck her <b>ass</b> Fuck her <b>ass</b>! Fuck her <b>ass</b>!" that have you pushing forward into that tight, silky heat almost before you realize it, a cheer going up from the crowd as you do so. Howls of jubilation and adoration surround you to the tune of 'Moar Ghosts'n'Stuff' by Deadmau5, filling your ears as you squeeze the teacher's asscheeks and start pumping into her, the motion making her big tits sway below her, her moans of pleasure and pleas for more earning more cheers and encouragement from the crowd.\n\n"Way to go, Eric!" Kelly calls excitedly, giving you a thumbs-up.\n\n"Great job fucking her ass, man!" chirps the hot girl with blue and purple tips you used to have a crush on, clapping you on the back. "Do mine next!"\n\n"Me too, me too!" Kelly calls, joined by her rather less scrupulous counterpart Jade from the warehouse.\n\n"Fuck us too! Fuck us too! Fuck us too!" every girl at the party starts chanting, the sound filling your head as you moan and push forward, once again pouring your load into the teacher, this time feeling your own cum pressed back around your shaft by the tightness of her asshole.\n\n"Good boys who devote themselves entirely to the goddess and the throne get to fuck teacher's ass," the catgirl purrs, once more back in front of the chalkboard and tapping her pointer against the third line. You nod reverently from your seat, a delighted shiver running through you as she says, "Now, let's review, starting from the beginning again. 'The Bastian Empire is everything.'"\n\nYou're not sure how long the process actually takes... it feels like hours, but this is a dream after all. Every time you repeat back the words of dedication to the Empire, the queen, and pledge your obedience, you're rewarded with sex from the attractive teacher in some situation dredged up out of your boundless teenage fantasies, blatantly and unsubtly designed to stroke your ego and make you feel fantastic for echoing back brainwashing phrases. ... But who really cares when you get to run in the game-winning touchdown at the Superbowl and then titfuck a hot catgirl in the endzone while thousands of people in the stands cheer? Clearly any Empire that would allow you to have such a dream deserves to rule the universe!\n\nAt some point the teacher does shift from having you praise the Empire and Queen and pledge your fealty to actually teaching you how to work the computer stations, how various bits of Bastian technology and weaponry work, and the proper protocols to observe when conquering a planet. Sadly the bouts of fantasy sex are fewer and further between during this portion of your learning, but you're still riding high from the first part and eager to learn and serve your new catpeople overlords. Eventually you find yourself slowly blinking away, yawning your head almost fliptop-style again as you sit up and rub your face.\n\n"Hey hey, how was it?" Kio asks, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (almost literally) enough that it's clear he's also had a night's sleep since you saw him last. (Not that he was exactly un-energetic before.) "All learned up and ready to begin conquest? 'Cause the Princess's escort is here so we ought to go meet it."\n\n"Yup, I'm all educated and ready to serve the Empire," you answer cheerfully. You actually feel great, both super rested and energized, and really enthusiastic about helping these aliens conquer your planet. You have a general idea that you had some <i>really</i> good dreams while you were under the learning machine, but sadly can't recall what they were about specifically. Oh well, that's just how it is, there definitely wasn't anything sinister and motive-altering about it! You clamber off the seat, then pause, ears flicking. "When you say her escort is here and we need to go meet it, do you mean...?"\n\n"Ship. Her ship, it's a stealth escort class," Kio supplies, tail flicking out to one side. "It's where we'll be staging our initial conquest efforts from! So we better go, y'know?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go!|PalCat1x4]]\n\n[[Let's... fool around first!|PalCat]]

"I..." Your cheeks color, and you have to look down at the floorboards. "I guess I'd do anything you say, Mr. Kierson."\n\n"Alright," he answers in that same musing tone, giving a small nod. Then, in a warmer tone, "We're about twenty more minutes out from my place."\n\nTwenty minutes or so later, the car is pulling up in front of an opulent mansion with a driveway longer than your old house was big. You hop out of the car and follow Jackson up the walk, stepping inside when he gestures you in, staring at the opulent fixtures and dual curving staircases.\n\n"Alright, here's how it's gonna work." Jackson unbuttons his suit jacket and tosses it away, rolling his shoulders. The clean white shirt actually seems to make his muscles all the more obvious, and you shiver at the no-nonsense look in his dark eyes as he fixes them on you. "You can take your pick of two options. The first is that you stay the night, and I do whatever the hell I want to do to you. When you walk out of here in the morning..." His white teeth flash wolfishly as he smiles. "And you'll be walking bowlegged... you'll be walking out with one million dollars."\n\nYou swallow heavily, your eyes wide. Your body begins trembling, because you realize the second option isn't likely to be a whole lot different. At the same time, your nipples have stiffened to almost painful little nubs under your shirts, and you can feel a warmth gathering between your legs. "A-and... what else?"\n\n"You can live here, use the place like it was yours. I'll give you plenty of money to spend, your own car... when you're old enough to drive one, anyway," he adds, quirking one bald brow. He loosens his tie as he speaks, tugging it down and then unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt. "All the comforts you could want. But I'll own you. You'll be my property. My slave. My bitch. I'll treat you how I want to treat you, do whatever I want to do to you, all the time. You'll do what I tell you, wear what I tell you... which'll be nothing, usually... and if I tell you to get down on the floor and eat out of a bowl like a dog, you'll do it."\n\nYou're shaking and breathing fast now. You've come too far to back out now... in fact, you're not even sure he'd <i>let</i> you back out now. You have to choose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Prostitution.|Digitizer]]\n\n[[Slavery|Digitizer]]

"With lots of respect and in all honesty, your majesty," you start out, doing your best to sound sincere. "Um, there's been a really big mixup. I'm... not a Bastian."\n\nYou actually hear a lot of the typing from the stations around you stop, the workers' heads craning over to look at you as Bastarra stares down with an unreadable expression on her face. But the slightest flick of her eyes to either side has them all hurriedly getting back to their tasks, pretending they never stopped in the first place. Her voice is cold as she says, "You're being very presumptuous if you're having fun at your Queen's expense, boy. Dangerously presumptuous."\n\n"N-no, the last thing I'd wanna be is presumptuous," you protest, holding up your hands. "That's why I'm not lying. My name's Eric, and I'm a human, er, Earthling. I know I look like one of you and I'm even dressed like you, but it's because of a genetic procedure I underwent not too long ago. The same person that gave me the procedure gave me this suit, as far as I know both were created on Earth using Earth materials. It's basically a complete coincidence that I came across one of your necklaces... it was in a museum, and I um... well, I stole it, because it seemed valuable and I was homeless before I was given all this stuff."\n\nQueen Bastarra is silent for long moments, staring at you as your ears flatten and your tail droops. Kio squirming beside you nervously isn't helping. But finally she purses her lips and nods once. "I see." She sinks back to sit on her throne, legs lightly spread to allow the cloth flap to fall and cover between her legs. "This is an... interesting turn of events, and one that we will have to look into. We cannot, after all, allow the Earthlings to go about creating 'false Bastians' willy-nilly, it is an insult. Plus if their technology is proceeding so rapidly, even in isolated areas, we must reassess their threat level." She raps her golden nails against the arm of the chair several times, then nods again. "Very well. Eric of Earth, you may take one step closer to the throne."\n\n"Ah... thank you." You do so, once more trying to seem respectful, since from the way she says it, it's apparently a big deal.\n\n"I make you this offer... assist us in our assessment, infiltration, and eventual conquest of the planet Earth," Queen Bastarra declares, continuing on even as your eyes widen and your jaw sags. "Should your contributions prove to be valuable and our efforts successful, you will be declared the first Earth-born Bastian retroactively, and as such accrue great power and consideration from the throne."\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, before realizing that might be rude before royalty and snapping your teeth together. You wait for your brain to reboot before actually trying again. "Um, just so I understand my options, your Majesty, but what if I don't want to help you conquer my planet?"\n\n"Hm. In such a case... well, it would be in poor taste to torture or execute you after welcoming you aboard as one of our own, wouldn't it?" Bastarra murmurs, more as if to herself than you as she rubs her chin. "It would set a bad precedent. Very well, should you do such a ridiculous thing, you will become a political prisoner. You will be afforded the comforts and rights granted any Bastian citizen, but you shall remain in a single room for the rest of your life. Since you will be afforded the same medical care and health procedures as any of our citizens, this may be up to 5,000 years."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll never betray Earth!|PalCat]]\n\n[[You find being a quisling is the life for you, and would be delighted to join her crew.|PalCat1x2]]

"Uh, thank you... Daddy?" you try, attempting to play into the role you've apparently been slotted into. \n\n"Oh! Gosh, well then!" Herschel chirps as if pleased, scooping you up again with annoying ease. This time when he lays you on the changing table, you don't go limp, but you don't see any point in fighting and do your best to do so on your own. Herschel pulls your legs together above you and holds your ankles up with one hand, using the other to reach for a slightly thinner diaper. You blush as you see that it's pale pink and covered with cartoon ponies, but don't think protesting will do much good at this point. He lifts your ass and slips the pull-up diaper under it, swinging your legs wide to let him fasten it into place over your slowly going limp cock. After that he sits you up and helps you into a t-shirt... a tight, pastel pink one with another pony on the front. Then he slips a pair of pink, lace-trimmed booties over your feet before picking you up, your face red with humiliation as he carries you out into the hall and into another room.\n\nHe carries you into what's obviously some sort of playroom, full of toddler style furniture and toys, albeit with most of it sized up to suit someone of your size, including a lot of those person-sized stuffed animals. Bears, horses, wolves and dragons... and you notice that every single one is sporting a cock, either of soft plush material or a rubber dildo, most of them quite well-endowed. If they're like that, you have to wonder what the dolls scattered around are like, or what's in the toy chest pushed up against one wall.\n\nHerschel sets you down roughly in the center of the room. "Well, li'l darlin', you have fun! I'll be back to pick you up after m'shift's over!" Then he turns and trots off out of the room. You're left sitting there, and after a few moments take a longer look around. There's the previously noted (rather perverse) toys and toy chest, the door Herschel left by, and another door reading 'Group Play Room' in colorful round childish letters. Well, looks like you're on your own... apparently at least that much allowance is made to the fact that you're not actually a baby.\n\nSo what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[May as well entertain yourself with the toys.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Check out the group play room.|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HaroldHorse]]

"It's too risky, how do you know the tunnel to wherever it comes out isn't like... a mile long? Or covered in a tight grate at the end?" you point out.\n\nSandra scowls, though you can tell from the worried expression in her eyes she'd been trying not to think of those points. "Look, I came to get intel on Mako, not to be his bed pet."\n\n"This wouldn't be my preference either, but what real choice do we have?" You sigh, shaking your head. "Look, let's just... get through it. If we're lucky, tomorrow he'll leave us alone in his private chambers while he goes off to watch the matches or whatever, we'll have a chance to escape and maybe you can get your intel at the same time."\n\nThat obviously makes Sandra consider, and she visibly waffles a bit before sighing and nodding. "I guess I always knew this sort of situation was a possibility when I got into this line of work. Didn't think it'd be with a dragon-man from another dimension, though." She shrugs, tits jiggling, then turns to step into the water. "Well, guess we better 'cleanse' ourselves."\n\nYou wash up into the bath, torn between lingering to keep from having to do this, and knowing that if you take too long it might exhaust your captor's patience. Eventually the two of you step out of the water, your naked, jewelry-clad bodies dripping dry as you make your way over to the archway and down a long tunnel. At the end of it a doorway swings open without being touched, admitting the two of you into a large, opulent chamber decorated with statues and sculpture from all over the world and numerous periods, somehow displayed more like trophies than artwork. The primary lighting are torches along the walls, though they burn with an odd, smokeless, constant flame with a slight blue caste to it.\n\nAt the opposite end of the room is a massive bed, and sitting at the foot of it, his legs spread, is Mako. You jerk to a halt and can't help but stare... arms apparently aren't the only thing he's got extra of. His two cocks have a scaly, pale blue vestigial sheath around the base of them, a massive blue sack with four faint bulges in it hanging down below. His cocks themselves are immense, already thicker and longer than any man's you've ever seen despite being limp, ink black in color with almost cone-shaped heads. He gives another thunderous chuckle at the sight of both of you wearing your scanty golden outfits, those cocks slowly beginning to stiffen and raise upwards... and showing the ridged line of bumps running along the undersides. \n\n"Very good, sluts," he booms, making you suppress a wince. He braces his lower pair of hands on the bed and gives himself a push back, until he can sit his powerful, thick legs entirely on it, reclining back on a pile of pillows, stiffening pricks raising up into the air. "You can begin your worship by using your mouths. Prove your sincerity to me."\n\nYou trade a side-eye glance with Sandra... but you've both made the decision to go through with it, no turning back now. You and the other toned woman make your way over to the bed, your eyes almost fixed on those towering black pillars as you approach. You climb up onto the bed on Mako's right, Sandra on his left, both of you on all fours with your tits hanging down as you make your way over to him. There's another moment of hesitation, before you lean in, randomly choosing Mako's upper cock, Sandra leaning in to focus on his lower one. You wrap a hand around the thick shaft... or try to. Your thumb and forefinger stop well short of meeting, neither even quite touching that ridge along the bottom. Swallowing hard at having it reinforced just how <i>big</i> he is, you nevertheless lean in and drag your tongue up part of the shaft. It's extremely hot, even hotter than it feels against your hand, and the taste is strange and spicy and thick, and somehow disturbingly enjoyable. \n\nDoing your best to seem into the act... and trying to resist actually getting into it... you press your mouth to Mako's upper cock, moving your head up and down and running your tongue over it while rubbing along it with your hand. You reach out with your other hand, running it along his stomach in a way you hope comes off as adoring. Mako gives a low, pleased rumble... then an audible moan. Flicking your gaze to the side, you see that Sandra has apparently tried out sucking lightly along those ridges that run along the underside of his pricks while playing with his balls. Taking a cue, you run your tongue up some of them... they're blunt, luckily, not hurting at all even as you run your tongue up them against the 'grain', Mako giving another booming moan at the attention. Looks like you're definitely convincing him! You move your head up, sliding your mouth over the tip of his upper prick, trying not to shudder how inhuman the shape is as you run your tongue around it. You taste an extra bit of something, and the texture and taste for a moment are close enough for you to identify it as precum...\n\n... when a jolt of heat runs through your body through your tongue. Your pussy, originally practically dry, is now suddenly dripping down your thighs. Your nipples stiffen until they're almost painful, your heart hammering in your chest and blood singing through your veins. There's only a brief moment of shock before it melts away in sheer desire as you begin moaning like a whore, quickly bobbing your head up and down and working more of Mako's cockhead into your mouth, your tongue going wild on his hot black flesh. Sandra stares at you in surprise, until a trickle of precum makes its way down Mako's cock ridges and hits her own tongue. Her eyes widen in shock, her body jerking and twitching, before she too begins sucking and licking at him in sheer enthusiasm, sucking at his ridges before moving up to copy your licking at the head. The two of you work him into your mouth as much as you can, no coordination or pattern as you occasionally move to suck and lick at his shaft, tease his sensitive ridges, or suck his smooth, leathery sack, tongues sliding over the smooth scales and each other.\n\nYou're not sure how much time passes with you drowning in the pleasure of worshiping your lord's pricks with your mouth... it could be minutes or hours, your lust-fogged brain uncaring. But eventually Mako grabs the both of you by the back of the neck, lifting you up, tugging Sandra around to flop her on the back of the bed, and then placing you on top of her. Consumed by desire and uncaring about your own preferences, you press your lips to the other woman's, kissing her sloppily and eagerly, running your hands up and down her body as hers move across your back and squeeze at your ass, both of you spreading your legs in silent plea. Mako moves himself between those, four hands gripping four thighs and lifting you both up some into position. Then you and Sandra throw your heads back, crying out as your lord finally, finally pushes his pricks into your eager, sodden cunts, those inhuman ink-black cocks spreading you open, the ridges on the underside of his upper cock bumping across your clit as he pushes in deeper and deeper. \n\nYou resume kissing Sandra once Mako has pushed his massive lengths into both of you, the two of you moaning and gasping and putting on a show of unbridled desire for your master as he fucks you, uses you, pounds into your pussies with easy, smooth motions of his powerful frame. With him holding you, fucking you, there is no doubt at this moment that he owns you, controls you, is your master, your lord, your everything. And when he finally shoves forward and gives a booming roar as he begins spilling four balls' worth of load into you and Sandra, you cum harder than you'd ever even dreamed possible, your eyes rolling up in your head and your world going white, lips curled in a brainless smile as you squeal like an animal, Sandra doing the same as she writhes beneath you, tits grinding against yours with the motions. With every twitch and throb of Mako's powerful pricks as he orgasms, your belly swells slightly and thick white cream spurts out around where he spreads you open, spattering over both your lower bodies.\n\nOnce he's finished, Mako lays on his back and gestures vaguely, though both you and Sandra take his meaning immediately. This time Sandra moves to his upper cock, facing him as she straddles his midsection, you facing the other way as you move to his lower, both of you reaching down and aiming the pointed tips of his pricks to your assholes. You reach back and take the blonde's hands, the two of you lacing fingers as you begin lowering your tight rear holes onto his massive poles, moaning and writhing as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you, those ridges stimulating your already stretched pucker further. As the two of you begin bouncing in as close to perfect time as your fuck-addled brains can manage, you only wish it was your bouncing tits that Lord Mako was watching and enjoying, but content yourself with being able to look down and see his balls swelling and refilling as he prepares a second load for both of you.\n\nYou wake up abruptly, your memory of everything after that foggy, a haze of pleasure that tells you nothing. Blearily you look around... you're on the bed, your body still clad in nothing but jewelry (and gooey smears of dried cum, applied liberally over your entire body). Sandra is laying sprawled next to you, but there's no sign of Mako. Without really thinking you scoot over to lay half on top of Sandra, wrapping your lips around one of her nipples and starting to suckle, your tongue swirling around it to clean some of the smeared cum off. You cup her crotch with one hand, rubbing briefly before pushing two fingers into her, starting up a slow, steady stroking motion. Sandra moans and writhes lightly underneath you, before opening her eyes. "W... what are you doing?" she rasps hoarsely.\n\n<hr>\n[["... Sorry."|HellKore]]\n\n[["Fucking you."|HellKore]]\n\n[["Getting your holes ready for our lord."|HellKore]]

"Uh... we... we were trying to get a look at Lord Mako!" you blurt, your mind latching onto the first sort of half-truth it can find.\n\n"Oh? An interesting admission," Ji Kulao notes, but he seems interested enough to at least give you time to gather your wits as you get to your feet, watching as both you and Sandra rise, the blonde doing her best to watch all of you suspiciously. "And you think this will earn you leniency?"\n\n"No, it's just... I'm sorry about trespassing, really I am, I mean we are but... Sandra here, she told me about the rumors of... well," you glance at the monstrous dragon-man briefly, doing your best to let your expression convey awe rather than fear. (Which isn't too hard... he's admittedly pretty impressive, if he weren't so terrifyingly strange and real.) "And she told me all these rumors about how he was powerful, and strong, and..." You trail off, giving Sandra a light nudge in the side.\n\n"Attractive," she blurts as she's jostled. You resist the urge to shoot her a 'seriously?!' look, and can somehow sense the mental shrug she gives you in response.\n\n"So you sought me out to become my concubines, then?" Mako rumbles, his chuckle like thunder booming in the distance.\n\n"Ah, I mean... I'd never presume," you stammer, flummoxed a little by that one.\n\n"Yeah, we'd definitely never presume," Sandra hastens to add, shaking her head.\n\n"Oh, your presumption is forgiven, little ones," Mako growls, giving both of you a very toothy smile that you can't help but wince at. "You are attractive enough, for humans. Very well, I will grant your wishes and take you both into my bed."\n\nSmirking at your stunned expressions, Ji Kulao claps his hands twice. Immediately a number of servants in loose, wide-sleeved white shirts, and all with sort of generic, forgettable faces, come rushing in, the men gathering around you and looking at you with bland expressions. "Take Miss Brig and Miss Kane to the bath chamber and ready them for Lord Mako's use," the old man announces.\n\nYou don't like the sound of that... but you somehow don't think you could take all of these guys <i>and</i> the massive four-armed monster standing there clearly waiting for you to resist. So instead you force a smile, and turn to walk along beside Sandra as the group of servants lead you down the hall. You're shown into a large stone room with several rectangular pools of steaming water and little else in the way of amenities, before the mean turn back towards you, three of them moving towards you and three towards Sandra.\n\n"Hey, back off!" the blonde snaps, a hand going to the knife at her belt as you raise your fists. "... We can undress ourselves!" she adds, apparently trying to salvage the cover story you've made up.\n\n"But we have been ordered to prepare you. Unless, of course, it is a lie that you wish to serve Lord Mako," one of the men says with a sneer, all of them chuckling.\n\nBoth of you hesitate, then lower your hands, and you can see from the tightness in her jaw that Sandra must be grinding her teeth just like you are. But you're forced to allow the white-garbed servants to step in and undress you, though at least they're mildly professional about it... their hands don't wander as they peel your shirt off, undo your pants and remove them and your panties, even tug your shoes and socks off your feet. Once the two of you are naked, faces flushed, some of the men return from the side with what looks like armfuls of jewelry. You're again forced not to punch them like you want to as they fasten golden bracers around your forearms, thin gold chains around your waist, little golden anklets, and finally a golden choker-collar with a sapphire in the center, Sandra's matching one sporting a ruby. \n\n"Cleanse yourselves, then go through that passage there," one of the servants says, gesturing to an archway at one side of the bath area. "It will take you to your lord." Then the six of them retreat, shutting the doors after them.\n\nSandra immediately whirls towards you, her bare breasts shaking with the motion. "You idiot! This is all your fault!"\n\n"My fault?!" you hiss back, clenching your fists.\n\n"You went and tossed me like an idiot, and then you come up with this cockamamie story about how we're <i>admirers</i> of an interdimensional warlord! And now we're both attired like pleasure slaves out of some bad movie!" she snaps, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at your chin.\n\nLeaning forward until your nose almost touches hers, you growl back, "Listen, if you hadn't grabbed a <i>trained fighter</i> out of nowhere with no warning, they would never have known we were there, and <i>you</i> were the one who said we came to see him because he was so <i>attractive</i>!"\n\nSandra's lips pull back from her teeth... then she visibly reins herself in, raising a hand as she steps back. "Look, look, let's... okay, we both screwed this up." She sighs. "But this is the situation we're in. They took our clothes... which means they also took all my weapons and my GPS. There's no doubt they're waiting outside that door, probably about doubled in number by now. We have to figure another way out." She turns and paces towards the bath area, toned butt flexing with her steps. Then she leans forward, squinting into the water as her strong thighs frame her pussy. "Look... there's some sort of grate under the water on this side. The bars are pretty far apart, shouldn't be a big deal to fit through them or force one out of place. From what I know of this style of architecture, this will lead down and then to either some sort of tunnel systems used as a natural sewer, or to the ocean. Either way, better than having to spend the night as that bastard's... companions," she finishes in a mutter, standing and turning to face you again.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to escape.|HellKore]]\n\n[[She should escape, you'll stay as a distraction.|HellKore]]\n\n[[You have to go through with it.|HellKore10x3]]

Moving entirely on trained reflex, you snap one hand up to grab the wrist attached to the hand and the other back over your shoulder, grabbing for the nearest available cloth, and give both a heave. A blonde woman in black military-style garb is sent tumbling over your head, hitting the ground and starting to roll to her feet, before you spring forward and tackle her. The two of you roll a short distance across the ground, wrestling madly in a quick exchange of grabs, shoves, and attempted pins as you both try to get the better of the other.\n\n"Ahem."\n\nBoth of you freeze, heads slowly turning to look upward. Ji Kulao is standing looking down at you both placidly with his rheumy eyes, and the big monster-man is standing next to him, one set of arms folded over his chest and the other pair of hands on his bare hips, his body covered by nothing but a band around the waist and an embroidered flap that hangs down to his knees and rests over a massive bulge.\n\n"Callista Brig and Specialist Sandra Kane. How rude of the two of you to interrupt Lord Mako's dinner," Ji Kulao says with that perfect villain 'ha ha caught you' smarm. \n\n"Absolutely crass," the dragon-man booms, shaking his head in mock dismay.\n\n"Well, Miss Brig, since you are on top, as it were," the old man continues, indicating the fact that you're currently propped up over the other woman trying to pin her upper arms. "Perhaps you'd like to be the first to explain just what you're doing here, in the private areas of my home where you were specifically told not to be, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Be defiant.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Make an excuse for both of you.|HellKore10x2]]\n\n[[Throw Sandra under the bus.|HellKore11x1]]

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks," you murmur, waving your hands. "I think I'll just try to manage on my own."\n\n"Well, suit yourself, sugar."\n\nAbandoning your briefs as a lost cause, you focus on getting your jeans on. You do manage to stuff your cock down one leg of them with your leg still in it, but the denim winds up stretched out so much that your cock makes a ridiculously obvious outline in it. You blush at how blatant it is... you look like you've got a novelty dildo shoved down there. That and your balls bulging out the front of the crotch make for a kind of obscene display, but there's nothing else for it. You finish getting dressed, then follow along after Elly, moving a bit awkwardly at the feel of your jeans rubbing your cock and balls directly.\n\nThe two of you emerge from the building into the fading light of evening. "Oh no, I'll be late for the parade!" Elly calls, before turning to you and giving you a quick hug, her enormous stiff boobs pressing around the sides of your head. "Sorry, sugar, gotta run. You can get to the gate on your own, right?" And with that she goes trundling off, obviously in a hurry to join the rest of the cast for whatever nightly festivities the park has going on.\n\nYou do start making your way to the gate, still moving a bit awkwardly. You start to notice people stealing glances at you and whispering to each other, or some even staring outright. One little girl shouts, "DADDY LOOK AT THE BIG PEEPEE!" before she's hurriedly shushed and pulled away. Of course, that just draws even more attention, and soon everyone you pass is staring right at your crotch... and, well, your thighs. Hunched over in embarrassment at their scowls and smirks, the pressure of their eyes and the rubbing of the denim nevertheless starts to have an effect. Soon you're almost limping along as your half-hard cock pushes even further down your leg, making moving in the jeans awkward.\n\nYou're almost to the gate when a hand thuds heavily on your shoulder, and you're whirled around to face a scowling park security guard. \n\n"Stop right there, pervert scum!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|EllyElephant3xEnd]]

Your finishing move requires setting Tifa and the stage back to default, and she blinks as she abruptly finds herself standing lightly at one point in the street, clean and clothed despite wherever or whatever state she might have been in a moment before. You quickly pounce on her, the well-endowed martial artist yelping as you rapidly grow in size, until you're capable of holding a single hand wrapped around her body. Your grip feels even more solid as the essence of the player is pulled permanently into the character, whoever they were disappearing from in front of their computer and becoming forevermore the Tifa Lockhart you hold in your hand. She thrashes and wiggles, though her eyes widen and her struggles briefly cease as you bring in one massive claw to cut off her clothing, a few quick flicks leaving her naked.\n\n"You won't be needing those where <i>you're</i> going, whore," you sneer in a thunderous boom, lowering her down your body and turning her. \n\nHer face betrays shock and terror as she sees your cock, probably at least as big as she is, looming before her, and even moreso as you bring her closer and closer, realizing that you have no intention of merely rubbing it on her, or even of trying to shove it in her. "No! No wait! Please, don-!" she cries, only for her pleas to abruptly cut off as her head is forced into the hole in the tip of your prick, which spreads to accept her and closes around her neck.\n\n"Mmm, theeere we go," you growl as you push her forward fully up to the shoulders. You briefly let go of her body, leaving her kicking and squirming with her head still stuffed inside your cock, the tiny barmaid even beating her hands futilely against the throbbing red meat engulfing her cranium. Then you tuck a hand between her legs, rubbing at her bare pussy a bit with your fingertip as you slowly push her further inside, your cockhole widening to admit her shoulders, arms forced to her sides as they're pressed inside. Her breasts rub against the edge of the hole before being squished against her body as you continue to slowly push her into your cock, the feel of her stiff nipples against your flesh making you shudder pleasantly. "Mmmm, those whorish tits of yours feel real nice on the inside of my prick, bitch," you compliment her, knowing your voice will carry even through the throbbing cockflesh surrounding her.\n\nHer soft hair, lean arms, and trim midsection are slowly engulfed by your prick as you push her in. At her waist, you pause briefly, amused by the sight of her ass and dripping pussy hanging out of your pisshole along with her kicking legs. You give your shaft a few good strokes, letting her feel your cock massaged around her form, pulling it up so you can glance down and see the outline of her on the underside, her face and tits bulging out the veiny red flesh noticeably. Growl-laughing, you push against her pussy again, sliding her further in, her hips slipping inside your prick and leaving just her pressed-together legs outside. You stroke yourself again, this time squeezing to urge her further down, her shapely legs steadily slipping into your shaft, the outline of Tifa passing further and further down it until she disappears past the line of your sheath. A moment later you can feel a heaviness in your balls, and watch them shudder as she squirms and writhes, bucking about inside your sack.\n\nLaughing derisively again, you begin thrusting your hips, making your balls sway and wobble, and sending Tifa sloshing about inside them. Occasionally she'll get thrown up against the inside of your sack with enough force to outline her breasts and face again, hands pressing against it as well, before she's sent tumbling about inside. "How is it in my balls, bitch?" you rumble, reaching down to squeeze your own sack around her, feeling her thrashing and writhing against your fingers through the layers of skin and fur. "I bet you're cumming yourself even stupider being soaked in my jizz, aren't you, you dumb whore? Getting hotter and hotter in there, probably moaning like the stupid slut you are as I turn you into cum. Yeaaaah," you continue enthusiastically, taking away your hand and shaking your hips to make your balls sway again, sloshing their contents around. "Gonna turn you into a nice big load, especially those fat tits of yours, those are gonna make some nice juicy jizz, aren't they?" you mock, vaguely aware of her frantically frigging herself, the miniature woman trapped in your balls finger-fucking her pussy and mauling her own boobs even as her form grows hotter, slicker, and paler, ever more closely resembling the shaking, sloshing liquid around her.\n\nYou continue alternating shaking and wobbling your balls with squeezing and stroking them, gradually feeling Tifa's form grow more easy to squeeze and squish with every press and every slosh of your ever-heavier load. When all the frantic writhing and bucking inside has stopped, and there's only a sense of liquid splashing about inside, you grunt and pull out a shiny black condom, slipping it over the pointed tip of your prick and working it down until it's over your swollen knot. You wrap a hand around your now gleaming black prick and start stroking, thrusting your hips against your fingers as you do, making sure to get plenty of motion going for the heavy load in your balls. Right up until you give a howl and start emptying that load into the condom, the black latex distorting with the strength of your spurts and then bulging with the weight of the heavy load of goo filling it, wobbling and swaying below the tip of your prick as it's filled further and further. \n\nYou don't stop until you've completely emptied your balls of every last drop, the condom hanging heavy from the end of your dick. Chuckling, you slip it off and tie off the end, then toss it onto a large pile of garbage bags. It flops heavily, shaking like a water balloon to briefly betray that its contents are liquid, then settles, becoming completely indistinguishable from the rest of the garbage bags in the pile. And there the sack of cum that used to be Tifa Lockhart that used to be a fighting game player will remain for all of eternity, granting you power with the depravity of that fact.\n\nNow, on to other matters!\n\n<hr>\n[[Choose another character to fight.|GG-FF-BB-Start2]]\n\n[[Choose a different Lewd Fighter.|GG-FF-LewdFighterSelect]]\n\n[[You've had enough fun, time to upload the patch.|GG-FF-Upload]]

Yup, that's your mom's champagne-colored four-door. (Do they even make them that color at the factory anymore? She's had it for a good handful of years now, it's not old but it's not new either. Meh, whatever.) Wondering why your dad's SUV isn't parked next to it, you nevertheless head up the walk and head inside, feeling yet another layer of weird contrasts as the cold air from inside hits your hot skin and seems to settle in a layer over you without really cooling you completely. "I'm home!"\n\n"Hi honey," your mom calls as she emerges from her office and comes down the hall. "What's u-, whoa, got a little sun today, huh?"\n\n"Huh?" You glance down, looking at your arms, and wincing a little as you realize that must be why the air conditioner isn't helping that much with how hot you feel. Your skin's not quite bright red, but it is a very deep pink at the least. "Great," you grumble, realizing that someone of your nature really should have put on sunscreen before wandering around outside for most of the day. Sighing, you nod. "Yeah, I walked down to the shopping district and back," you answer, looking over at her.\n\nYour gaze locks on her. For some reason you're absolutely absorbed in the whole look, smell, sight of your mother. The fullness of her breasts, the curve of her hips under her snug jeans, the smell of shampoo and girly shower gel and office supplies all swirled up with a faint, low smell, something about it hitting some primal animal part of your brain and telling you she hasn't been fucked properly in awhile, that she's so ready to just be thrown down and have her clothes torn off that needy hole between her legs pounded hard like a... whoa. She's talking to you, and you jerk your head back slightly before saying, "Huh?"\n\n"I said, are you feeling sick? I was going to order a pizza for us since your father won't be home tonight, but..."\n\n"Uh." Still feeling a bit odd and lightheaded from earlier, and now also heavily embarrassed by the weird turn your thoughts took, you shake your head. "Actually now that I realize it I do feel pretty out of it. I think I'm just gonna smear on some aloe junk and go to bed, okay?"\n\n"Alright. If you do get hungry later though, there'll be pizza, so just come on down whenever," she answers, not seeming to have noticed you staring, and presumably attributing your squirming to the sunburn.\n\n"Yeah. Yeah thanks," you murmur, hurrying up the stairs to your room and quickly shutting the door after that. You let out a long huff. "Geez, what the hell was that?" Shaking your head again, you glance in the mirror, confirming that your face and neck are red as well. Sighing again, you pull off your t-shirt carefully (and a bit surprised when brushing your face doesn't feel anything more than warm, then look in the mirror to determine just how far down the burn goes... then stare. "What the <i>hell</i>?" you squeak quietly, poking the side of one of your breasts... your dark pink breasts. The color goes all the way down your chest, and midriff, and after pulling off your socks and wiggling out of your jeans and panties, you confirm that it's pretty much literally from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. "How the fuck did I get sunburned through my shirt? ... How did I get sunburned through my <i>shoes</i>?" you demand of your empty room, pulling your foot up to look at the sole of it, and yup.\n\nMystified, but deciding that you really don't have much else you can do, you grab the bottle of greenish supposedly aloe-based goop and glop a generous amount of it into your hands, preparing to coat all fo your skin that you can reach. You still don't feel sore or painful or anything, you muse as you smear over your cheeks and neck. As your hands move lower, you mmf a little as you stroke them over your breasts. Actually... actually that feels really, really good, the sensation of cold, slick gel sliding across your almost burning-hot skin. There's still no pain or stinging but the contrast, like earlier, feels amazing. Putting aside thoughts of a thorough application, you start kneading your tits, moaning lowly as the heat and cold mingle together. Even after only a few minutes of kneading them you start feeling like you could cum just from this, your breasts seeming to swell and grow in your hands, your fingers pressing in against them as you writhe on the bed lightly, the low squish and squelch of your gooey hands kneading your steadily darkening skin loud in your ears.\n\nYou arch your back and squeeze your tits harder, feeling how firm and big they feel, feeling your muscles move and swell and bulge. Your hips grow steadily more muscular and powerful as you begin thrusting against the air, your moans turning into grunts and huffs as your muscles continue to swell, your body steadily growing longer, your shoulders widening. You toss your head as pressure grows above your lengthening ears, a pair of long, shiny horns pressing out from above them and growing out to the sides before curling up. Your panted breaths come hotter and harder through your mouth and nose as your face reshapes, becoming more animalistic, more bestial, more bovine, a deep "Brmooooo!" escaping you as you twist on the bed.\n\nWith the thrusts of your hips, your crotch bulges more and more, reshaping itself, your pussy clenching tighter and tighter until it disappears entirely, even as a pair of big, heavy red balls is sliding downward, slapping against where it was with the motions of your hips. The front of your crotch bulges and opens into a hefty, thick sheath, from which a long, thick, almost tube-shaped chocolate brown shaft begins to emerge, the tip blunt and flared like a horse's, the immense thing wobbling and shaking in the air as you make rough fucking motions at the ceiling, a spatter of thin chocolate-scented pre slung about with every shake. Rumbling, you grab your cock with both big, red hands, still able to cover barely half of it with both as you stroke and jerk it, grunting and mooing as your red-tufted tail lashes to one side and your feet reshape into deep black hooves.\n\nEventually you rumble and rise to said hooves, letting out a huff of frustration. Look at you, there in the mirror... a massive red shemale minotaur, with gleaming black horns and hooves, eyes blazing with hellfire, and a truly immense cock hard and dripping... and you have no bitch-hole to thrust it in! Then you snort... wait, there is one, isn't there? You can smell her, just down the hall, yes, yes, a female, a female to breed and make large with calf, yeeees...\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to fuck that cow!|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Whoa wait slow down!|GGCandy11x2]]

The tiny part of your brain that isn't completely and utterly consumed by the throbbing of your cock desperately reasserts itself... that "cow" is your mother! The bit of rationality is enough to throw a tiny splash of cold water on your brain, and you jerk yourself back to a semblance of thought. Your eyes widen at the devilish sight in the mirror... what's happening?! \n\nBut in the midst of your confusion, you can feel desire creeping back in. Despite your attempts at control, and reminding yourself that the tantalizing scent coming from down the hall is that of your own mother is starting to become less and less effective at convincing yourself not to fuck her brains out. Realizing that you'll eventually lose control if you stay, you rush to the window, realizing that hours must have passed while you were writhing and transforming on the bed because it's quite dark outside. Shoving the window open, you hurriedly work to get your horns out of it before sqirming your broad, muscular body the rest of the way out (feeling your cock bump heavily against the windowsill, but you're apparently rather tough even there). You begin to tumble to the ground... only to feel a strange stretching, urgent pressure in your back. A pair of large, red batlike wings spreads, catching enough air to pull you upright and let you land on your hooves with only a light thud and a brief stagger. Turning your head briefly to stare at them, you then quickly turn your attention to the street. No one around, good. Sticking to the shadows, and luckily able to easily hop fences and bushes, you set off, your massive red tits jiggling and your big brown cock gradually losing its hardness, instead flopping and wobbling in front of your legs.\n\nThe coloration and look of your transformed body and the name of the milkshake Tandy gave you can't be a coincidence. She must have somehow turned you into this 'Jersey Devil'! Well you'll just have to make her <i>un</i>do it, that wicked witch, with those absolutely huge soft fat tits of hers, and her big bouncy ass, and-\n\nYou stop to snort and shudder, feeling your cock twitch and stir again... then do so even more as you catch the scent of another female. This one's younger than your mother's, scents of makeup and perfume and new leather mingling in your nose and on your tongue. You draw further along the wall of the alleyway you'd been passing through and peer out... it's a girl with thick, wavy red hair, wearing a tube top, leather jacket, and leather pants and touching up her lipstick as she leans against the hood of an expensive car. Broken down, waiting for a tow, maybe? But the smell of her, the sight of her own big tits (even if they're not as impressive as yours or Tandy's), and somehow that brilliant red of her hair has you twitching and panting, your cock rising up and harder than ever before, twitching with every beat of your heart and sending little spurts of chocolate precum through the air. You want to fuck her, more than anything you've ever wanted in your life!\n\n<hr>\n[[So do it!|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Must... resist!|GGCandy]]

"I guess... Mother Nature?" you suggest. You're actually not sure what holiday she even represents. Earth Day? Arbor Day? ... Spring? Well, maybe that's it, maybe she's just all the kind of 'let's get outdoors' holidays rolled into one. Maybe you'll just have to spend 500 years tending a garden. That wouldn't be so bad, right?\n\n"Very well." The curvaceous woman with her long brown hair, green vines and leaves running through it, stands and moves around to stand beside you. She grabs you by the upper arm, and almost instantly you find yourself standing in a wooded glen with a large cherry tree nearby, its branches heavy with little red fruit. "You will become a tree spirit," Mother Nature announces as she guides you over to the cherry tree's base, her large caramel breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step, much like yours want to beneath the drape of your arm. "It is a job that largely involves doing nothing, which I doubt even you could screw up."\n\nWincing a little and privately thinking that you wouldn't have considered Mother Nature would be such a fan of uncontrolled burns like that one, you watch as she lays her free hand on the tree's trunk. "O-okay, but then why do I-" You gasp and cut yourself off as a strange, taut sensation runs through your whole body, as if all of your muscles had gone tense without it being painful or keeping you from moving. Your skin begins to take on a slightly reddish brown color, marked by a fine darker brown grain, your tits firming up and lifting higher. Your hair begins to turn green and take on a leafy texture, little clusters of dark red berries sprouting out amongst it. In under a minute you appear to be carved from cherrywood, though you find you can still move easily enough. You poke at one of your unjiggling wooden tits and find that it still yields easily enough, but otherwise doesn't move, heightening the appearance of a sculpture. You blink your carved eyes, feeling an odd sense of... oneness with everything around you, as if you had suddenly ceased to be naked despite still being as nude as ever.\n\n"Because trees with tree spirits in them help keep the forest healthy and grant a layer of protection," Mother Nature explains simply, removing her hand from your arm and the tree, though it's now almost as if you can feel her touching you all over, all the time. "The forests they are connected to usually remain undeveloped, and in the modern era are often designated as things like state parks. So at least you're unlikely to get cut down. The rest of it will come to you naturally," she adds before disappearing.\n\nIt's a bit lonely at first, but you find that you're more happy than before just sitting or standing and letting your mind go blank as you contemplate nature around you. As spring progresses, you find out what Mother Nature meant about your other duties and them coming naturally. As the animals begin to hit their breeding season, you often find the males approaching you, and your size altering to fit them as you turn and brace your hands against your tree or on the ground, allowing them to mount you from behind. Deer, rabbits, wolves, badgers, mice, lizards, practically anything with a cock comes meandering towards your tree, stiff and ready and dripping, your body shifting so that each and every one stretches your carved wood pussy and plunges deep inside you. It must be some sort of fertility ritual, you think as you moan beneath a buck, the antlered beast rutting at you desperately and driving your palms forward against the trunk of your tree. The animals mate with you first and establish some sort of greater link to nature so that they'll be more fertile when they mount their own kind.\n\nYou do occasionally see othe-... well, you occasionally see humans. They come meandering through, camping or hunting or hiking, many pausing to take in the sight of your tree, some reaching up to snag a handful of cherries. Usually they don't see you, even if you wave or try to speak to them (though you've noticed your voice comes out breathy and very slow and sounds like little more than a light breeze even to you). But every so often some men will be able to see you... they're usually shocked and flabbergasted for a few moments, before seeming to be overcome by the same powerful desire that male animals are, most drawing close to you and embracing you tightly, pressing their soft lips up against your smooth cherrywood ones and kissing you passionately before giving into their more bestial urges. One winter as you kneel on all fours in the snow, a father and son pair of campers spitroasting you, you wonder whether this gives the humans a greater connection to nature too... you have noticed that the humans who can see you tend to come back more often, looking a bit older each time, though they're always surprised to see you. They must forget their encounter with you but be driven here by their newfound greater love of the outdoors.\n\nWinter fades into spring and the rutting season, fades into summer and everything being in its greatest bloom, fades into the lazy softness of fall, fades into the quiet chill of winter, and all again and again. You're somehow both surprised and not when one bright spring morning Mother Nature appears before you. "Well, Holly, it would appear your time has been served. I'm actually quite pleased with the job you've done... you've never resisted or been discontent in your heart, and the forest has flourished with you as its guardian. So I will do my best to see that your return to human life is as comfortable as possible. Between myself and the rest of the Holiday Council, I imagine we should be able to manage that."\n\nYou blink at her a few times, then turn your gaze to the east. Just barely visible over the treeline at the far edge of the forest are the vague outlines of immense skyscrapers, architectural wonders 500 years more advanced than anything you imagined before all of this began. And though they've grown larger, taller, and more visible over the years, they've never grown closer. You consider for a few hours, the caramel-skinned goddess standing nearby waiting patiently, before you turn your head back to her. "If it's all the same to you, Mother, I think I'll stay."\n\n"I was really hoping you might," Mother Nature replies warmly, stepping close and enfolding you in her arms, pressing her naked body to yours and kissing you with great love and passion. "Then I bid you a proper welcome to nature, Cherry. I think you're going to be one of my favorites."\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Giving Mother Nature your Cherry</i>

Deciding that shooting some rubber dinosaurs jumping through designed-to-break windows actually sounds pretty amusing, you head for the large building done up like massive gates, walking through the much more normal-sized doors set in the bottom of it.\n\nWhen you step in, the air is immediately chilly, like the air conditioning's cranked way up. The lobby is apparently done up like it's been ransacked... the welcome desk is battered and its accoutrements scattered around. The whole place is dim, most of the light fixtures broken or fizzling, some even hanging down with cables dangling, sparks fizzling from the ends of them... is that safe? What's more, you don't actually see any employees. You turn around to look behind you and feel an odd weight on your back and across your shoulders and chest, then stare as the doors show that outside is, not Survivalland, but a parking lot with tropical-looking trees beyond it.\n\nYou reach for that weight at your chest and find a strap going across it. Looking down at yourself, you find that you're wearing some sort of sleek grey-silver bodysuit with black pads across your stomach, the front of your chest, and your knees and elbows, with black gloves and boots, some kind of black utility belt, and... the strap is connected to an unfamiliar but very real-seeming rifle at your back. You swing it around into your hands to stare at it... a glance at the barrel would seem to show that it's definitely authentic, not just a very high-end lasertag prop.\n\n"Oh, some other sucker that just wandered in here, huh?"\n\nYou jump and whirl around to face the speaker. It's a girl who looks like she's maybe four or five years older than you, with short blonde hair and green eyes. She looks thoroughly rumpled and dirty, a few scratches on her face and showing through rips in her similar attire, though she's added a flannel shirt tied around her waist under the belt as a skirt to conceal herself... you blush a little as you realize you yourself probably have quite the camel toe in this getup.\n\n"Yeah, lemme cut through all the stuff you're probably thinking. No, you're not in Worldland anymore. Yes, all this is real. No, I don't know how. Yes, there really are cloned dinosaurs running around... apparently they've got bits of human DNA spliced into them. Don't know who thought that was a good idea, but it's made them smart and really damn horny, and they apparently like human girls." She winces a little bit and shifts her shoulders. "Which at least makes them interested in things besides trying to eat you." She eyes you for a moment, then turns and starts to walk off to the side. "So just stay moving, trust your ears more than your eyes, and avoid wandering out into the island proper."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, we should stick together!|Sauria1x1]]\n\n[[Er, okay, whatever, crazy lady.|SauriaPlaceholder]]

"Hahahaha, you should see what you look like, you stupid bitch!" you declare, rising to your feet and walking a bit towards them, leaning forward to point. "Your ugly fat ass wobbling every time your big fat piggy boyfriend's hips hit it! Your dumb piggy nose and tail wiggling as you cum! I've never seen anything so ridiculous, haaaahahahahaBWEEEEE!"\n\nYour eyes widen and both of your hands clap over your mouth. You take a shaky step back, then another as Pumpus pulls out of the piggirled Lauriel and rises back to his hooves, still erect cock dripping cum as he begins to move ponderously towards you.\n\n"H-hey, wait, Pumpus, bweeeeeee had a deal!" you try to protest, raising your hands and staring for a moment in horror as you see that they've already fused into piggish three-fingered hands with hoof-nails. "Bweeeeeee had a bweeeeeeal!" you squeal as you turn around and try to run, slipping and falling as your feet start their hoof transformation as well, your body rapidly becoming ungainly and bloated as your belly bulges, your growing-in tits swaying under you as you try to crawl away from him, your plumping ass shaking in the air as a black curlicue pokes out from above your stretched panties.\n\n"Had a deal to punish and take Lauriel, gonna do that," he snorts as he approaches behind you, your motions becoming more difficult as your limbs grow fatter and more ponderous, the crimson panties tearing away and spilling your now generous blue-black ass free, your bra similarly giving up the ghost. "Didn't have no deal about not takin' you too. Seems since ya think it's so fun, ya can come too."\n\n"No, no!" you protest, trying to turn your bulging, wobbling neck enough to see him over your shoulder as you can feel your nose and mouth pushing out. But he's already moved into position behind you and grabbed your thickened waist, and you can feel his blubbery belly sliding over your ass and back as he thrusts forward, burying that pink piggy prick in your own porcine cunt. "BWEEEEEEEEEEE!" you squeal in protest as he begins fucking away at you, shaking your multiple pairs of tits beneath you, as well as wobbling your fat belly, your ears starting to shake as well as they droop. "Bweeeee! Bwee-bwee, bweeeeeee!" Any attempts to plead for forgiveness for your mockery or for mercy from your transformation just continue to come out as more inhuman squeals and grunts as he fucks away at your plump piggy pussy, your struggles availing you nothing as you're changed from tall, elegant Drow into plump, helpless black-skinned piggirl.\n\nAnd then Pumpus grunts and gives a squeal of his own as he thrusts forward. You can feel the rush of his cum inside you... but more than that, you can <i>feel</i> him knocking you up with a generous litter of piglets. Your eyes roll in your head as you give a longer, completely inhuman "BWEEEEEEEE!" of orgasm, your pig-pussy sucking him dry of all that fertile pig-god seed, insuring that your litter will be as large as possible.\n\nGrunting, Pumpus stands up and slips out of you, his cock going limp and dribbling on the floor as he waddles back to the doorway. "C'mon, sows," he commands, beckoning.\n\nYou find yourself rising to your feet, cum dribbling down your thick black thighs as you make your way over to your new mate, your multiple tits as well as your hefty ass jiggling with every step. You come to stand in front of him, the Lauriel-pig standing to one side of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her, and though her face is just as piglike as yours, now, her squinty eyes are expressive as ever. And amongst the fear and humiliation there, you can also see a bit of smugness.\n\nShe's going to be an insufferable bitch of a fellow breeding sow, you realize sourly as all three of you vanish.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|MeanLove6axEnd]]

Hm, yes, getting rid of some of the competition would definitely help, if for nothing else than having to factor in fewer variables to your other plans. Besides, the field is getting just plain crowded... whatever they might say otherwise, you know that practically everyone involved would be relieved if there were fewer players in the game.\n\nObviously, you can't just outright kill them. Sadly. (This isn't the good old days when your great-grandmother was young, after all.) That would almost certainly turn Ranma against you. Oh, and it is also ridiculously illegal and might get you deported at the least. (Not that the Japanese authorities are much actual threat to you, but it's still more complication than you need.) So you'll need to come up with some other method of getting these other girls (and boys) out of your (and everyone else's) hair.\n\nActually, first of all you'll need to figure out who to target. Most of your potential targets are other girls, though Tatewaki Kuno also makes the list. Ranma doesn't like him back in the least, but he is obsessed with your darling husband's girl form, and that just won't do. All told there are probably dozens of people you <i>could</i> target to clear the field, but only a handful that make the final cut for whatever reason. So let's decide how to get rid of...\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[... and her sisters.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|ShampooX1x2]]\n\n[[Kodachi.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tatewaki.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[All the girls.|ShampooXPlaceholder]]

'But I have class.'\n\nThe words are almost over your tongue and past your lips before you can stop them by pressing your lips together. The sheer... mundanity... of your automatic response takes you aback, has you staring at Mary. Slowly, still grinning, as if already knowing your answer, she lets her horns curl out from her head, wings spreading out behind her.\n\n"Yes," you say, finding your voice a little hoarse. "Yes, let's... let's get the hell out of here." \n\nLaughing delightedly, Mary springs forward and wraps her arms around you, swinging you back and forth just a bit. "Master! I'm so glad!" She steps back some, eyes sparkling excitedly as she looks at you. "Alright! Where are we going first?! We can go anywhere! Everywhere! Just say where!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Heaven? Hell?|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Somewhere adventurous!|QOSuc5x1]]\n\n[[Let's stick to Earth.|QOSuc3x4]]

You've never actually used this technique before, but you've read about it in one of the manuals and are fairly certain you have the details down enough to pull it off successfully. Hm, still wouldn't hurt to practice some, and it has been awhile since you had a doughnut anyway...\n\nEventually you're satisfied with your prep work and head over to Ukyo's restaurant, fairly sure you should be arriving off-hours and have the place to yourself. Indeed, when you walk in your rival is the only one in there, currently wearing her usual tights and blue top outfit and in the middle of wiping down one of the tables. She glances over at you and scowls, but makes a show of not interrupting her work, as if to emphasize how un-threatened she is. "Hope you haven't come to make trouble, sugar, I'm busy, gotta get ready for the dinner rush tonight."\n\n"What, Shampoo no come to make trouble for Spatula Girl," you chirp cheerfully, putting a fingertip to your cheek and making a silly, cheerful face complete with your eyes rolled and tongue poking upward. Which might not be the last time those things happen to someone in this room, albeit likely under a different circumstance. "Shampoo just come to show new secret technique, Shampoo pretty sure Spatula Girl will find it veeeery impactful!"\n\n"Oh great, what sort of secret technEEK?!" Ukyo yelps as you spring forward, pushing her forward over the table and yanking her tights down in back, completely baring her ass and pussy. "HEY! That's sexual harassment you-!" She cuts off with a loud gasp as you press your face between her toned buttcheeks and immediately apply your tongue to her pucker, starting to flick it and swirl it rapidly in the motions prescribed by the training manual. "Ohhhhhh, oh FUCK!" Ukyo moans out, virtually all the fight near-instantly going out of her, her ass unconsciously lifting up towards your face as she raises up on tiptoes, her hands moving to grip the edge of the table. "Oh FUCK, oh holy fuck!" she gasps out further, her eyes indeed rolling and her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as you keep up your oral assault.\n\nThe Ultimate Analingus Technique... using highly refined tongue skills on the nerves and pressure points of the anus to cause high pleasure and massively stimulate endorphin production so as to induce a receptive state! So really it's basically just surprise oral sex to the asshole but if you do it right apparently it overrides any thoughts of propriety or common sense and makes the receiver like you, want to listen to you, and be able to be molded into doing certain things. You smirk a bit, but not too much so as not to hinder your tongue's near-blurring flicking, stroking, thrusting, and swirling around your rival's pucker. Soon you'll have Ukyo right where you want her, and ready to be molded into exactly what you've got planned for her!\n\n"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohshit, ohGOD, oh Shampoo, fuck, fuck, Shampoo, I think I might love you fuuuuck!" Ukyo moans out, throwing her head back, hips shuddering and rubbing her ass against your face.\n\nPerfect! That's the sign that she's hit the receptive stage! Now to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-kiss her.|ShampooX]]\n\n[[-have her eat you out.|ShampooX]]\n\n[[-spank her.|ShampooX]]\n\n[[-fuck her.|ShampooX]]

Yes, somehow Ukyo's always seemed your most immediate obstacle. Maybe because you're both in similar situations with having to 'drop in' on Ranma and that your claims were made later in life, while that bitchy rage-monster Akane gets to live with him and their engagement was made before they were even born.\n\nYou rub your chin as you eye the picture of Ukyo on your board (taken with her looking over her shoulder in annoyance as she just barely caught you with the camera). Perhaps there's a way to eliminate her as a rival while also making use of her! Plus, you know, the picture does show off that she has a very nice ass squeezed into those black tights. Might be a bit of a shame to completely eliminate that from your life. ... Obviously you will if you have to! Just, y'know, let's consider all the options!\n\nOkay, obviously the first and most direct option is to [[challenge Ukyo to a match|ShampooX]] with the loser agreeing to leave town forever. The thing is you'd have to figure out exactly what sort of match to make it... you're almost absolutely certain that in a straight-up fight you could handle her without much issue, but you've noticed that fate likes to throw a wrench into things when you just charge forward because you're certain. Coming at it from a bit more sideways is probably the better option.\n\nThere's a [[secret Amazon brainwashing technique|ShampooX1x3]] you could use! It's not quite as reliable and direct as the memory blocking pressure point technique you used on Akane, but it has the potential to turn a rival into an ally (or a subordinate). \n\nHm hm hm. Oh! You do have a small handful of different kinds of [[Jusenkyo water|ShampooX2x1]] on hand, including one you've been tempted several times to bribe Ranma with but haven't for... ... reasons. Giving Ukyo a Jusenkyo curse might at least bring the two of you onto completely even terms, even if it didn't knock her out of the running entirely.

"... Hi," you manage, your brain unable to spit out anything better than that.\n\nThat sets both of them to giggling, which makes you flush... until one of them grins and says, "The gyaru said her American boyfriend was cute, and she was a little more right than I expected."\n\n"I know, right?" the other chirps, eyes twinkling as she looks at you.\n\n"... buh?" you squeak.\n\n"Hiiii!" Mary calls, suddenly hopping up from behind and throwing an arm around each girl's shoulder. "I found Haruko and Kirie here outside, and when I told them I had a cute American boyfriend that needed his virginity absolutely and completely destroyed, they were tooootally on board!"\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, which just makes all three girls laugh even as they come into the room, Mary closing the door while the other two slip out of their shoes... then undo their skirts and let them drop, revealing matching white cotton panties. Mary strips rather more thoroughly, revealing more and more of that pretty brown skin even as Haruko and Kirie approach you just as they are and move to kneel at the foot of the bed, between your legs. You're largely frozen as Haruko pulls away the towel... you'd always kind of worried about the first time a girl ever saw your cock, but from the sounds they make the two of them are impressed, if anything. Both lean forward, Haruko's eyes turning upwards towards you as she begins licking and sucking at one of your balls, Kirie's eyes closing as she drags her tongue up your shaft. You give a soft, strangled sound of pleasure low in your throat, still having trouble believing this is really happening.\n\nMary, now naked though still in her 'gyaru' disguise, settles in next to you, full breasts pressing against your arm as she leans in. Turning your head with her fingertips, she presses her lips to yours and slips her tongue into your mouth, starting to swirl it around slowly and gently, her hand sliding down to rub and stroke your bare chest. You shiver hard, especially at the feel of Haruko and Kirie's mouths still attending to you so lewdly even as Mary pays that sweet, affectionate attention to you. Still a bit shyly, you reach up to cup one of her breasts, starting to lightly squeeze it and roll it in your hand, Mary's soft moans into your mouth almost as much reward as the feel of that heavenly (infernal?) flesh in your hand.\n\nYou shudder against Mary as you feel a mouth sliding over your cock, bobbing gently just over the head, and then a bit further down, while another mouth is still working over your balls. Just as you're about to open your eyes to check who, Mary urges you back to lay down, leaving your legs still dangling over the edge. She slips down and instead presses her mouth around one of your nipples, making you gasp loudly as she licks and sucks at it. Kirie... the one with the short hair... moves up to do the same at your other nipple, while Haruko continues bobbing her mouth over your cock, dark brown eyes gazing up at you all the while. Shivering, you nevertheless continue to at least try and seize some initiative, reaching down to grip one of Mary's bare brown buttocks in one hand and one of Kirie's pert panty-clad ones in the other, kneading lightly as they lick and suck at you.\n\nYou suddenly gasp out a slightly garbled warning, Haruko only sliding her mouth upward but not entirely off... just enough that you can just barely see your cock spurting thick splatters of cum against the roof of her mouth. She sticks her tongue out briefly to show what's collected before swallowing, smirking wickedly at you. She stands up, sliding her panties down as she does, standing there bottomless and with a neatly-trimmed bush as she pulls off her top and undoes her bra as well. However, just as she's about to climb forward and straddle your hips, Mary raises her head. "Mm-mm!" She reaches over to give Haruko a nudge on the shoulder. "That's mine!" She then grins and adds, "First."\n\n"First? How many could he possibly have in him, he just shot off," Haruko asks, frowning a little, obviously eager to get some return for her oral work.\n\n"Ohhh don't worry. Master has way more stamina than the average boy, I think you'll find."\n\nKirie and Haruko trade a look, mouthing 'Master?' to each other, while you mouth 'I do?' at Mary, who simply giggles and nods emphatically. But the next thing you know you're being hauled back on the bed, and Haruko is moving to straddle your head instead, those white thigh-highs consuming your peripheral vision. You stare up at her very, very pretty and very, very wet pussy, before letting out a groan at the feeling of Mary's pussy sliding down over your cock. (For some reason you get the sense of numerous voices in the distance shouting "Finally!") You shiver hard at the wet heat engulfing you all the way, squeezing around you, almost stroking you as Mary begins bobbing up and down. Quickly getting into the spirit of things, you raise your hands to knead Haruko's ass as you start returning the favor for aforementioned oral administrations, the girl bucking and wiggling above you. You do catch glimpses of what's going on above every so often, when Haruko moves enough... Haruko and Mary kissing one another and fondling each other's breasts as they work their hips on you, of Kirie now stripped down to her bra and loose socks laying nearby on the bed, stroking and rubbing her smooth-shaven pussy as she watches the three of you. Several times you feel Haruko's pussy quiver around your tongue and feel her hips buck against you, and finally realizing you've made her cum repeatedly is enough to make you buck your hips up and spill your load into Mary, who gives a long, sweet moan of what sounds like relief as much as anything as her pussy squeezes and flutters around you.\n\nYou would expect to be tired by now, but your cock is still firm and ready to go even as it slips out of Mary when she swings off of you, Haruko doing the same. ... Well then! It only seems fair that since Kirie has waited the longest, she get the next go. You swing over, the eager look on her face saying she's beyond foreplay as you settle between her legs. It seems like something should go here, something you learned in health class, but health class is the furthest thing from your mind as you push your prick into the soft, wet pussy of the small-breasted Japanese teen in front of you and hear her moan with delight at being filled with throbbing American cock. A glance aside shows that Mary and Haruko are certainly keeping each other busy, kissing and fondling each other again, Haruko's tits not quite a match for Mary's but certainly enough for a handful.\n\n"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Kirie moans out as you grip her hips and start really pumping into her. Because dammit you're now a strong guy on a world adventure with a succubus familiar who brings you cute Japanese girls to fuck, and you're gonna <i>fuck 'em</i>! Your enthusiasm certainly seems to be pleasing Kirie, the girl squealing and arching her back, brown nipples popping out from above the cup of her bra as it slips down. You can already feel her pussy squeezing around you in her first orgasm, and you make sure that she has at least two more before you finally pull out of her, stroking yourself to completion on that sleek, smooth crotch, globs of your cum falling across her soft skin to be smeared around as you rub your shaft over it. (Oh, right. Condom. ... Eh, you'll just assume Mary's magic is taking care of those issues.)\n\nFeeling ever more confident in the enhanced strength, stamina, and prowess Mary's granted you, you soon have Haruko's legs on your shoulders, her as lifted off the bed that you're trying to drive her shoulders into as she cries out repeatedly in pleasure, her eyes actually rolling a little. You're not sure how you knew that she wanted you to (figuratively) destroy her pussy by you're definitely going to give it your best effort, especially since you feel even bigger and harder down there than when things started. Mary and Kirie sixty-nine off fo the side, tongues buried in each other's pussies, Mary gently teasing the other girl's asshole with her fingertips as they eat one another out. Mary's eyes turn towards you, and she gives a wink, and this time you flash her a wicked grin in return before starting to pound Haruko even harder, the girl gurgling softly as she cums again.\n\nEventually all three are lined up at the edge of the bed, knees on the floor as they bend forward over the mattress, Mary having whispered in the other two's ears and received surprisingly blushy, shy nods in return. You bite your lower lip lightly, stroking your cock as all three reach back and spread their buttocks, showing off their puckers to you in invitation. Of course you move up behind Mary first, settling the tip of your prick against that pretty brown rosebud as you lean forward, kissing her pierced ear. "Thanks for all this," you murmur. "... I love you," you add after only the briefest hesitation.\n\nMary shivers in a way that seems distinctly like she's cumming, and practically whimpers out a happy, "Love you tooOOOO~!" with the last word rising into a delighted squeal as you start pushing your cock into her ass.\n\nOnce all three girls have had a good, proper assfuck and some time sprawled on the bed fondling and kissing with everyone involved, Haruko and Kirie excuse themselves as needing to catch the last train home, showering and dressing, and leaving their cell numbers 'in case you're ever in town again'. Mary lays against your side, kissing at your neck and cheek, before sliding back on top of you, your cock going fully stiff from the half-hard state it was in as she slips back into place and slides down on you, rocking gently, the two of you kissing as you take your time about this one, Mary's hips moving slowly and breasts rubbing back and forth lightly where they press on your chest for the next several hours as you cum in her again and again.\n\nAfter some sleep and a morning shopping trip, both of you getting some fresh (and fashionable) clothes, the two of you sit at an outdoor cafe, watching the much lessened crowds pass. "So, um, not to look a gift horse in the mouth," you ask curiously. "But how did you, y'know... find those two and convince them to have a foursome so fast? I mean, was it... mind control?"\n\n"No no no, not mind control," Mary answers, shaking her head quickly. Then she pauses and adds, "I mean, I could <i>do</i> mind control probably, but I figured you wouldn't like that. No it's more like... nudging?" she continues, making a little poke gesture at the air. "I sense people that would be likely to be interested in what I want to do with them, and I just sort of nudge them towards it. It does suppress some inhibitions and worries in the process, but it doesn't make anyone do anything they wouldn't want to do anyway under the right conditions, it's just... smoother and faster."\n\nYou nod slowly, and can't help but blush a little as you look around and spot a good handful of attractive people... including what's obviously a cosplayer, considering the bright pink wig with long braid pink schoolgirl uniform, and the fact that she's posing energetically for a handful of photographers in front of a store. "So like... her for example, if you went up to her and offered her a threesome, and that was at all something she was interested in...?"\n\nMary looks over, blinks, then giggles. "Well, first of all, yes, I could do that. Second of all, yes that's something they'd be interested in, it wouldn't be very hard at all to get them doing all sorts of lewd things with us. But third, Master..." She leans in towards you, whispering in your ear close enough you can feel the warmth of your breath. "That's not a girl."\n\n"... buh?" you squeak, going red again.\n\n"Mm-hmmm. He's very convincing, though, isn't he? Very, very cute." Mary's eyes sparkle as she leans back a little, but stays close. "Should I invite him over anyway? I bet those lips of his would look super pretty wrapped around your cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Only girls allowed!|QOSuc]]\n\n[[... yesplz.|QOSuc]]

Eh, you'll shower in the morning. You did today, after all! ... You're pretty sure. You think. You vaguely recall. ... ... ... Eh anyway you'll shower in the morning. You flump down in bed, quickly drifting off to the easy slumber of a teenager who's been overstimulating themselves all day until their brain is begging to shut down.\n\nIn the morning (which you do shower during), you're sitting at breakfast (having awoken in time for it today) with your parents when your mother clears her throat pointedly. Her father glances at her, then ahs, turning his gaze back to you. "Listen, Cyan, this Saturday night we're going to be having a little get-together with some of our friends. We might be going until fairly late, so we were hoping maybe you could arrange to stay overnight with one of your friends."\n\n"Hm? Yeah, I should be able to manage that," you answer absently, since it's really not a big deal. This is one of those things that happens every so often, basically ever since you were old enough to be shooed out of the house in such a manner. You guess your parents having parties with friends is at least a sign they're not turning into crotchety old people who never see anyone but each other, blech.\n\nStill, over the next few days, you notice things. Like, that the buildup of boxes in the garage is somewhat suspicious just for a simple boring adult get-together. At one point while your parents are out, you open one of the top boxes which isn't terribly secured anyway. 'Well that's a lot of bottles,' you muse, lifting one of the bottles of golden wine out enough to examine it before sliding it back in. You're pretty sure a few of the other boxes are wine too, though others are sized differently and you're not sure you could get into them without leaving evidence of your snooping. This looks like more than a 'little get-together', which has you curious. Especially once you pass your parents' bedroom at one point and notice that a pair of upper face masks are hung up on the closet door... nothing crazy or super fancy, but obviously designed to cover from the nose up to the forehead, vaguely like a TV superhero (not a Marvel one though since when was the last time a Marvel TV character actually wore a costume and hey you're getting distracted). \n\nThis is looking less and less like a bunch of adults hanging around munching celery sticks, sipping rose`, and discussing how their stock portfolios are doing. You're pretty curious by now, wanting to know exactly what this 'little get-together' really is.\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltration!|GGParent15x1]]\n\n[[Observation!|GGParent14x2]]\n\n[[Extrication!|GGLilSis1x1]]

"W-well, let's at least start out with somewhere on this planet, okay?" You flush a little. "I want to take off on an adventure with you, but let's start out with something a little simpler."\n\nMary giggles at that. "Okay, I understand that. Besides, as long as we're on Earth we don't have to worry about money or anything, I can take care of that."\n\n"... You never mentioned that before," you murmur, rubbing the back of your head.\n\nMary pauses, then pokes her tongue out a bit, tilting her head and bipping her knuckles against her forehead. "Oops." Grinning, she reaches over to grab your hand. "I know the perfect place to start!"\n\nShe tugs you towards her, and you find yourself taking a stumbling step... and suddenly surrounded entirely by a fairly hefty crowd. The sudden shift from the quiet rooftop to the stuff of your nightmares almost makes you bolt, but Mary (once again in human guise, though you notice some subtle changes in her face) quickly presses up to your side and starts guiding you along with the flow of people. That helps some, and you take a quick look around, both at the people and the city surrounding you, as well as the din of conversations happening amongst the crowd. "Are... are we in Japan?"\n\n"Yup!" Mary chirps. "I mean you like anime and all that stuff, right, Master? I figured this would be a good place to start!"\n\nYou have to admit, Mary suddenly popping you all the way across the globe before you could blink certainly is a demonstration of just how little limits there are to her being able to take you on adventures across the world. No need for a plane... or a passport for that matter. Still, you have some worries, since you are you. "I... I don't speak Japanese," you stammer.\n\n"Oh pish." Mary pops a finger into her mouth briefly, then sticks it into your ear and wiggles it around.\n\n"GYAH! MARY!" you yelp at the completely unexpected wet willy (though it's not like it's your first). Then you blink as the constant rush of words around you... well, it's not like it's suddenly in English, but it processes as if it were to you. It's still loud, intense, and incomprehensible, but no more than the halls at school or a slammed day at the mall. You're able to pick out snatches of conversation and sentences about like you would otherwise. "Wow."\n\n"Heheheh, neat huh?" Mary tugs you back and forth a bit to navigate along the sidewalk, then gives you a firmer tug as she apparently spots something. Her smile turning rather wicked, she comes to a stop to the side of a doorway, either end of it having large behind-glass signs. "Master, Master, look!"\n\nYou dutifully turn your head to look at the nearest sign display. 'Adoring Privacy!' seems to be the name, and it has a list of features such as 'Reasonable hourly or nightly rates', 'Computerized check-in kiosk', 'Each room with bath and mats', 'In-house vending machines with variety of products'. Your face steadily turns more and more red as you realize that this is one of those infamous love hotels. Of course your succubus has led you on a beeline towards one.\n\n"C'mon, Master, let's start our adventure a really fun way," Mary practically purrs in your ear, wiggling against your side.\n\n<hr>\n[[H-h-h-how about some shopping instead?!|QOSuc]]\n\n[[... yeah okay.|QOSuc3x5]]

You know what? Fuck it. Fuck every last bit of it. You're not going to embark on a grand adventure and then just bring along the old you who never did anything or took any chances. You swallow, then firm your jaw before nodding and giving Mary an (admittedly somewhat shaky) grin. "Yeah. Yeah, let's."\n\nMary smiles so wide her mouth opens, and you're fairly certain the air around her is literally sparkling. Giggling with joy, she snags your hand and pulls you inside. The lobby is basically just a room with a bank of touchscreens at one end, though you can see the entrance to what must be the vending machine area, and several hallways and stairways with numbers on them. Mary trots over to the touchscreens and spends a moment perusing before starting to make selections, and finally pulling a wallet from somewhere, extracting a card and inserting it. "There," she declares, snagging your hand again and leading you to one of the stairways. "I got us the nicest room and booked it for the night because why not," she declares breezily.\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, grinning back, your face still red. You follow along dutifully as she leads you along the hall, and slides a keycard along the sensor next to the door before pushing it open.\n\n<img src="https://i.imgur.com/alEDXEt.jpg">\n\nIt's not particularly large or opulent, the room mostly dominated by the bed, with the only other furniture being a chair. The bed's surrounded by counter space, that's... well, you can guess a few reasons why. You can also sort of glimpse part of the bathroom through a tinted window along one wall. Mary grins as you step in. "Tell you what, Master, I'm gonna go look for some things to make this even more fun," she says in a sultry coo, winking one big blue eye at you. "You get rinsed off and, y'know, comfy on the bed, and I'll be right back," she adds, slipping out and letting the door close lightly behind her.\n\nWell. It's pretty clear what she meant by that! ... Getting cleaned up and 'comfy', that is, you have no idea what she's thinking about getting something to make things more fun. You suppose that's a bit of the delight about Mary, though, isn't it? Still blushing, you strip down and set your clothes in one of the corners of the counter, before heading into the bathroom. There's a fairly normal-sized bathtub, but most of the space is open in the middle, with a shower head with a long hose attached hooked into the wall. Since it's not like you're filthy, you really do just rinse off, pretty much... paying special attention to a few spots, obviously. It's gradually sinking in that you're really going to do this, and as it does your cock gradually hardens, throbbing lightly but insistently as you rinse it off. It's not exactly eager to go down either, even as you dry off and head back into the room, sitting nervously on the edge of the bed with the towel draped over your lap, creating a fair bit of a tent.\n\nIt's not that long after you've sat down that you hear the door opening, and look over, your greeting to Mary catching in your throat. That is not Mary. In fact it's a pair of girls a year or two older than yourself... Japanese school girls. Those must still be summer uniforms, because the white blouses have short sleeves and stop just slightly above the waistline, giving a half glimpse of their bellybuttons. They're both wearing pleated blue short skirts, with one in white thigh-highs and the other in loose socks. Both are black-haired and brown-eyed, though one has hers long and loose, the other in a short ponytail. Both stop in the doorway and look at you, seeming surprised, but less surprised than you are.\n\n<hr>\n[["Wrong room!"|QOSuc]]\n\n[["Uh. Hi."|QOSuc3x6]]

"Don't, don't!" you plead, thrashing some in his grip and putting your hands on his shoulders and shoving fruitlessly as he moves your hips. But it all amounts to nothing as he hauls you into position and ruthlessly thrusts that big, fat cock into you. Your eyes roll some and your jaw clenches as your new cunt practically swallows him whole, your first female orgasm rocking your body the moment he pushes into you and claims you. Your struggles turn into twitches and thoughtless bucking of your hips as he begins to thrust, the male fairy apparently enjoying the look on your face to judge from his wicked chuckle as he works his hips, fucking you as you dangle largely helpless in his grip. Your body just continues to betray you, your nipples hardening and body aching for his touch even as he violates you.\n\nBy the time he pulls out of you and shoves you to your knees, you've cum at least five times... after that your brain was too battered by pleasure to keep count anymore. You don't resist when he pushes his cock, dripping with your juices, towards your face, instead opening your mouth like a good girl and letting him shove in, forcing your throat to stretch around him as he grips rough fistfuls of your hair. He yanks you back and forth, obviously without a care for your well-being, and yet you can't help but get off on that too. Something inside you's been awakened by him pounding your pussy, and even now you grip his hips less out of resistance and more just to keep balance as he fucks your face, his balls slapping on your chin as you look helplessly up at him, and more arousal drools down your inner thighs and drips to the branches below.\n\nHe takes his time about using your mouth too, as if knowing that you weren't cumming from it was making him enjoy it more. Still your body responds, swallowing at him and using your tongue to pleasure him... you can't help it, you're just overcome with the desire to get him off even as he abuses you. Even when he brings a hand down and lightly slaps at your cheek while you're sucking him, your hips give a little buck at knowing he's getting off on it, even if it's by being mean to you.\n\nEventually churned-up spit is dribbling down your chin and smearing on his balls, and thick lines of it connect your lips and his dick as he pulls out, leaving you gasping and shuddering. Smirking down at you, the fairy rubs his wet cock on your face. "Well, what do you have to say now, fairy slut...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Please... be more gentle!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Please... use me more!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Fuck my bitch pussy!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Harder! Rougher! Hurt me!"|MiniEric]]\n\n[["That all you got?"|MiniEric7x2]]

You're not sure how much time has passed. Weeks? At least. Months maybe. You've been vaguely aware of some changes to your form, that you've grown bigger, your surface changing shape gradually as you've increased in size. Eventually you can feel yourself being pushed out, traversing that tight passage, being pushed out by orgasming, trembling pussy walls where you were once pulled in. Finally you feel air on part of you, right before you drop free of Milky Mars's pussy and hit the floor, bouncing a few times and rolling several inches before coming to a stop.\n\n"Haha <i>wow</i>! It's huge! And you just pushed it out like it's nothing, Milky! Your pussy is really something!"\n\n"You were saying that in another context last night, you know!"\n\n"Heheh, very true!"\n\nYou see the transformed Yokai Senshi looming above you, all of them smirking eagerly as you're finally able to assess your new form. You're about the size of a large exercise bouncy-ball, black rubber all over, though your form is vaguely embossed on its line, showing where your face is, albeit with a gaping hole where a mouth should go to give you a perpetually surprised expression. Other holes dot the surface of your ball-like form, corresponding to your pussy and ass, but two more at the center of the outlines of your nipples.\n\n"Very niiice," one of the Yokai Senshi says, picking you up and immediately sliding your mouth-hole onto her cock, a spasm of pleasure running through your round body. "Can she cum like this?"\n\n"Only when all five holes are filled," Milky Mars answers, stepping forward and sliding the bull-cock she's grown into your pussy-hole, sending more blasts of pleasure for you. "Otherwise the pleasure just builds up moore and moore, forever, and stays there without release."\n\n"Nice!" chirps a third, stepping forward to slide her cock into one of your nipple-holes.\n\n"The positioning is hardly ideal, for adequate use we would have to place it facing upright while one individual was on the ground utilizing its third hole, and-"\n\n"I know, I know. Maybe I'll moove the holes into a ring around it so we can all fuck it easier," Milky Mars says, slapping the other Yokai's ass as it moves to use your ass-hole. "Or just leave it like this, so we only feel like actually bothering to fuck all its holes and letting it get off once in a blue moo-n."\n\nThe entire group laughs as they begin to thrust away at you, every bit of you feeling intense, building pleasure from those hot demon cocks. But the fifth Yokai Senshi just toys their fingertips around the edge of your vacant nipple-hole, as if deciding whether to fuck you and let you cum... \n\n... or to save that for later.\n\n<b>Rubber Buggy Bumper</b> end - <i>Yokai having a ball</i>

Smoothly and quietly slipping your knife out of its sheathe without a moment's hesitation, you announce in an almost idle tone, "Hey, I really like your stuff."\n\nHer head lifts a little, and then you see her go stiff as realization settles in, but even as she's whirling and going for one of her swords, it's too late. You bring the knife down right where you'd planned, jamming it sideways right into the middle of her back and twisting hard. Her legs spasm and instantly go limp under her, dragging her down and off your blade as she topples to the ground face-up, her arms jerking as she tries to make them move and fails. She just stares up at you in shock, dark eyes glazing in pain as dark red spreads under her. Then she smiles bitterly and gives a weak laugh. "I... I guess I had that coming."\n\n"Mhm," you answer evenly, dropping your knife and leaning down to unsheath one of her swords instead. It's not very long, with a light curve to it, very slender but strong. You give it a few flicks, finding the weight and balance about perfect.\n\n"Turned my back on someone, even if they were a newmade. Hell, that's how I got those," she says with a huff, grimacing a little as her body shudders again. "H-hey, take care of them, though, alright? They're really good, don't let them get grimy or dirty or anything, clean 'em right."\n\nYou pause, glancing down at her, then nodding. "Yeah, sure, good advice, thanks."\n\n"Welcome," she murmurs, smiling at you even as you flick your hand down again, opening her throat up with your new sword.\n\nShortly thereafter you finish strapping on your new bracer and flex your hand a few times. You wound up taking everything but her top... your breasts turned out to be a bit larger than hers, besides it got all soaked with blood and you didn't feel it was worth cleaning. Cutting off the strap of your knife so you can fasten it around your thigh instead, you set off towards town again.\n\nIt takes awhile, but eventually you can see the flickering of firelight and smell burning wood and cooking meat and all the other smells of civilization, and hear the chatter and cries and laughter of your kin. The sight of the broad stumps and the wooden buildings slowly being built over with stone buoys your heart some, the sight of the teeming masses moving about the winding paths and ramps, with the occasional broken and collared slave here and there, pleasing you and making you feel at home. You settle down at the outskirts and start meandering through the streets, just enjoying being around your own kind for the first time, though of course always on guard of your belongings and if anyone might take it into their heads to jump you. Home sweet home.\n\n"Hey!"\n\nYou pause at the distinct feeling that was directed at you. Some of the other fairies move out of the way as you turn around, clearing a path. A fairy is standing with her hands on her hips, scowling at you. She's wearing a simple cloth loincloth and a black band around her breasts, with straps around her arms and legs holding multiple knives. Other than the clothing and being shorter and slighter of build, and the streaks in her hair being a much darker color, she's the spitting image of the fairy you killed out in the forest.\n\n"Those are my sister's swords!" she barks at you, eyes narrowed. "Where'd you get them?!"\n\n<hr>\n[["She gave them to me."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["Iunno, just found 'em."|MiniEric]]\n\n[["I killed her and took them. Duh."|MiniEric]]

"I thought I heard someone call out," you answer, turning to peer out into the woods, then pointing. "Over there."\n\n"Are you sure?" She frowns, stepping over and aiming the flashlight in the direction you're pointing, showing nothing but dark woods.\n\n"I'm pretty sure. I mean-" You cut yourself off, gesturing for her to stay silent as well.\n\n"... hey..." It's a female voice, distant and airy, but definitely there. "... hey!..."\n\n"Oh geez, I hope none of the girls wandered out there and got lost," Coach Morrison groans, pushing up her hat.\n\n"I don't recognize that voice, I think it's someone else." You glance over at her. "Maybe it is someone lost, though, maybe they need help. Or... maybe it's someone out camping, and they've got a car, or a phone that works."\n\n"Hey!" the voice calls again, sounding a bit stronger.\n\nCoach Morrison hesitates, then shrugs. "Well, it's apparently a woman, so at least our odds are pretty good it's not a serial killer or rapist. Let's go check it out. Just be careful not to trip, and try to remember the way back to the road."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Head into the forest.|CheerForest5x3]]

"You can't go by yourself, what if you tripped on something in that fog and broke your leg? We might never find you." You shake your head as you whisper in reply. "I should go with you."\n\n"But I need you here to keep everybody calm and focused."\n\n"Allison can do that. She doesn't even seem rattled." You glance over at the tall black-haired girl and grin a bit before looking back at your coach. "Besides, she bench presses more than some of the boys at our school do. The girls will feel better with her in charge."\n\n"Maybe you're right." The short-haired woman pulls on a school baseball cap, then reaches under the dash to unhook the large, heavy emergency flashlight before standing up and facing the back of the bus. "Okay, everyone, Amanda and I are going to go for help. Allison is in charge until we get back. Worse comes to worse, someone will probably find either you or us early in the morning when the road starts getting some traffic."\n\nCoach Morrison opens the bus door and the two of you trot down the steps, Allison coming forward to swing it closed after you. Shining the flashlight into the fog, the adult woman beckons you along the direction the bus had been going, the two of you setting off into the night. Occasionally you both pause to lift your cell phones into the air and gesture around with them, hoping in vain for even a single bar to appear.\n\nEventually the patchily paved road turns to packed dirt under your feet. You've been walking for much longer than you should have to get, well, <i>anywhere</i> to your mind. You're on the verge of getting panicky yourself when something out in the forest distracts you. You stop, and a few steps later Coach Morrison turns to face you.\n\n"Amanda? What is it?"\n\n"... I thought I-"\n\n<hr>\n[[... heard something.|CheerForest5x2]]\n\n[[... smelled something.|CheerForest7x1]]\n\n[[... saw something.|CheerForest]]

Once more clad in human guise, you reach out and ring the doorbell. It's only a matter of seconds before the door swings open, the slender blonde on the other side blinking. "Oh! Hey Cyan, what's up? Were we scheduled to meet up?"\n\n"No, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped by," you reply cheerfully. "Sorry, is it a bad time?"\n\nBefore Leslie can answer, there's a call from inside the house. "Leslie, hon, who is it?"\n\n"It's just Cyan, Mom!" Leslie calls back, before looking back to you. "Nah, not really, c'mon in if y'want. We can hang out if you don't mind my mom loitering around too."\n\n"Oh, no, that's actually kind of perfect!" you chirp happily as you step inside, grinning even wider. "I have this great idea for something we can all do together. Call it an idea for... mother-daughter bonding!"\n\n<b>Cyan the Demon</b> end - <i>Mother-daughter bonding</i>

"For now, that should be enough. We can always renegotiate later," you add with a smirk.\n\n"Fine." Your father rolls his shoulders. "Obviously I'll need a little while to move the money around to pay you so that your mother doesn't find out. I'll have it for you by the end of the month."\n\n"Whatevs. Just don't be late, Pop," you add, lightly tossing him the remote and sauntering towards the stairs. "So hey, feel free to keep that disk as your own little souvenir or whatever!" you add with a snicker.\n\nThe next handful of days pass easily, with you in a good mood expecting your payoff, and your father low-key grumpy... your mother seems to just chalk it up to him having a rough time at work, by the sounds of their discussions. On the last day of the month you make your way into the kitchen, finding him much as you did previously when you made your revelation. "It's the thirtieth, Pop!" you remind him.\n\n"Yes, yes it is," he says evenly enough. Maybe he's made his peace with this arrangement? \n\n"Just remember, by the end of the day," you note as you head for the counter where the cereal is. You can hear the rustle of the newspaper, then jump a little as his fingers touch the back of your neck with a light pinching sensation. "Hey!" you snap as you whirl around. "What the-?!" Then you feel a sort of gray haze settling over your thoughts. Your eyes grow heavy-lidded as your shoulders slump, arms settling in at your sides. Something feels... off... but you can't really get yourself thinking hard enough to realize what it is. \n\n"There we go," your father says smugly as he glances at his phone. "Seems to be working, but let's do a quick test. Cyan, raise your left hand." \n\n"Yes, Father," you drone softly, raising your left hand straight up.\n\n"Hm. Cyan, take off your shirt."\n\n"Yes, Father," you repeat blandly, lowering your hand so that you can use it to snag the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head, perky young tits with nipples stiffened from the AC bared as you drop the shirt to the floor.\n\n"Definitely working," he notes, reaching out to lightly fondle one of your breasts, his index fingertip toying with your stiff nipple. You feel the pleasure of it flickering through your body, but somehow can't really react to it, relegated to shivering internally. Is it weird that your father's feeling you up? It seems like it should be weird. Oh well. "You see, Cyan, I crunched some numbers and found out that it would actually be much cheaper to buy a black market personality alteration and obedience chip than it would be to keep paying you $1000 a month for years on end. You'd be surprised how cheap they actually are if you have the right connections."\n\n"Yes, Father."\n\n"Now, first things first. I want you to delete all the digital copies of that video, and gather up all the physical copies and put them on the table here. Every last one, understand?"\n\n"Yes, Father." You turn and start making your way towards the stairs, only as he calls out to you again.\n\n"You don't need pants to do that, I think."\n\n"No, Father," you drone, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans before shoving them and your panties down, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor, heading up the stairs naked to step into your room.\n\nYou're pretty sure you don't want to be doing this? You had plans for these, you think as you delete your various encrypted cloud backups and file storage links. But oh well. You've been told to get rid of them. And you've been told to gather up the physical copies, so you move around your room and the upstairs of the house, gathering them up from the various hiding places. You return downstairs after you've gathered up most of them, your father now sitting in the living room divested of his robe, watching you. You open the closet door and shamelessly bend over to open up the 'outside work shoe' container, displaying your pussy to him without a second thought as you rummage for the disk case you hid below all the battered, muddy, grass-stained shoes. The last disk in hand, you carry them into the kitchen and set them on the table, then walk back over to him. "Done, Father."\n\n"Good girl." Smirking, he stands up and pushes his pajama pants down, letting them drop and allowing his mostly-stiff cock to spring free and sway back and forth lightly. "Now get on your knees and start sucking my dick."\n\n"Yes, Father." Without so much as a blink, you sink to your knees in front of him. Resting your hands on your thighs, you lean forward and wrap your mouth around the head of it, feeling it warm and salty in your mouth and on your tongue. You begin mechanically bobbing your head, working on taking more of it in with each stroke. Hey, isn't this sort of weird? Why are you on your knees sucking your dad's cock?! Why are you feeling him nudge up against the opening of your throat, and just responding by trying to push it deeper? These thoughts flicker along the edge of your perception, then just sort of fade away as you continue obediently working his prick down your throat, while placidly looking up at his face as he smirks down at you.\n\n"Yes, that's a good girl. Mm, but the obedience thing is a little boring all on its own. Luckily, the control app says I can have it change your personality." He lifts his phone to look at the screen, mming lightly as he rests his other hand atop your head. "Let's see, what are my options? [[Bimbo|GGParent]]? Well that's pretty obvious. [[Perky|GGParent]] is probably a milder version of that. [[Studious|GGParent]]? Interesting option, your mother would probably be pleased. She wouldn't be pleased with me setting you to [[Slut|GGParent]], but then, that's something you'd be taking the heat for. I could always set you to [[Default|GGParent]] I guess... put you back to your old self, but now a completely obedient eager-to-please daughter."

Mmm. Just the thought of all those mortals, most of them horny teenagers, all packed into the same building, exciting their lusts by staring at each other, groping one another clandestinely in the corners, illicit meetups between teachers and teachers (or even teachers and students). Hell, you wouldn't even need to do a thing to pull power from that... you could just spend the next several years attending class and basking in the warm metaphysical waters of the sexual tension, letting it build you up.\n\nBut then, that might be a little <i>too</i> low-key. No... you've got plans bigger than that. Of course, to put them into play, you're going to need to avoid drawing the notice of anyone that could derail your plans (or your existence) for the rest of the summer. You sigh a little as your cock starts twitching and firing long ropes of cum all over your flat stomach and big blue tits. You feel a little depressed even as you continue jerking yourself off and spurting jizz all over yourself as you cum... a whole month and a half of pretending to be a normal, not sexually active mortal girl! What a drag!\n\nOh well. The price you pay for power. At least you can gradually start making small changes... like turning into a complete slut online. A few of the original Cyan's friends get turned off by the fact that you now only seem to log in to MMOs to round up lurid gangbangs by the biggest and most monstrous player characters in the games, but eh. Too, while fucking or too thoroughly altering your parents might cause enough changes that someone outside the house would notice, you do manage to gradually alter their thought processes enough that neither of them thinks much of walking around the house in their underwear, or even naked, and occasionally being far more frank and open with you in private than pretty much any mortal parents would be.\n\n"Cyan, dear," your mother asks a few days before the school year starts back up, walking into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. "I'm trying to turn your father on, do you think these will do it?" she asks breezily, turning around to show off her full ass, which isn't at all covered by the string back of it, little frills draped over the top of each buttock.\n\nGrinning, you lean forward and give one of her generous cheeks a jiggle with your fingertips. "Oh yeah, totally, he'll be dying to lube up your asshole and pound you into the mattress, Mom."\n\n"Oh, that would be nice. Thank you, dear," she adds breezily before whisking back upstairs.\n\nYou stare after her, sighing a bit. It's really such a shame that pounding her into the mattress yourself would turn her into a cock-crazed slut at this point... you need her to keep acting normal outside of the house for your cover. Oh well... lewd things come to those who wait, you console yourself, returning to browsing the net for sexy back-to-school clothes. You could of course just make your own clothes, but asking your father to buy you lingerie and sex toys provides some of that extra zing to your drawn-out denial play.\n\nOn the day of, you decide to wear a tight little spaghetti-strap top, short blue pleated skirt, black thigh-highs and shoulder-high fingerless gloves, leather collar with a rune clasp, and a very stylish new pair of boots. The top and skirt are both in violation of the dress code, but not so much that you can't just give a subtle mental nudge to any teacher that thinks about enforcing it to make them think you must be fine. And you do so enjoy the thrill of feeling the rush of arousal as boys (and girls) look at you and rake their eyes over your legs or your visibly stiff nipples... not all of those eyes belonging to students, either.\n\nYou play the perfect student through your first few classes... with your perfect recall of everything Cyan ever knew or even overheard, answering when called on isn't hard. During the period before lunch is when you really tune in though. Lunch hour will give you several opportunities to put your plans in motion. You take in the potential targets as you sit in the class, musing over the possibilities. There's [[Karah|GGHH]], the cheerleader, nearly as stereotypical a one as you can ask for, bouncy blonde hair, bouncy big boobs, bouncy round butt. Her male counterpart, [[Devin|GGHH]], tall and muscular and chocolate-skinned with buzzed hair and a big... ego. On the other end of the scale is [[Jon|GGHH]]... a quiet, very gothy boy, small and a bit skinny, hunched in on himself as if the very presence of jocks was a danger to his life. And of course there's [[Mr. Lonnagan|GGHH]], the teacher, middle-aged and nothing spectacular... he's going gray at the temples but at least seems to have avoided becoming jowly or paunchy.\n\nAs the bell rings, the question is simple... follow one of the students, or stay in the room with Mr. Lonnagan.

"Um, well... Valentine's Day?" you finally decide. You can't help it, her lingerie looks really nice, and whatever you do maybe you'll get to wear something as pretty as that.\n\n"Ooo, honey, nice choice," the redhead coos as she stands and sashays her way down to the judgement floor where you are, sliding up against your body and making you blush, then squirm as she blatantly fondles your tits. But you also let out a gasp, and then a moan as you try to muffle it, as something about her touch is pure, unadulterated sex. "I think you're going to find your sentence is much more of a pleasure than a pain," she purrs in your ear, dropping a hand to cup your crotch and sliding two fingers inside you, instantly setting off the most intense orgasm you've ever had.\n\nWhen you stop seeing stars, you find you're in an entirely different place. You blink and look around... it looks like some stereotypical honeymoon suite at an over-the-top hotel, everything done in pink and red and satin, with a huge heart-shaped bed in the center. You blush at the sight of a line of extremely attractive men and women standing in 'at ease' position along one wall, the women all wearing 'frame' pink lace bras and panties that leave their nipples and crotches bare, the men completely naked save for the pink, heart-studded collars around their necks, the women similarly attired. You glance down at yourself and find that you're wearing a purple version of the womens' uniforms, though a touch at your neck finds no collar.\n\n"Alright, sweetheart, here's the deal," Valentine says as she walks in from the side, having apparently moved to get a heart-shaped box while you were still coming down from your magical orgasm. "Obviously Valentine's Day is all about the aphrodisiacs for women. Chocolates, flowers, caviar, diamonds, you name it. Now obviously a lot of that is just natural reaction, but some of it is us giving a little nudge with chemicals or spells. But people adapt to the old stuff over time and we have to develop new ones, but they're always a little, mmm... potent... when we first make them, since they're new. We need help testing the level of reaction to get them down to a reasonable, nearly subconscious level, and that's where you come in." She gives you a sultry smirk and swings the top of the box up, revealing a number of chocolates in their little brown tissue paper cups. "Go on. Pick one. Any one you like, these all have the same thing in them."\n\nYou hesitate for just a moment, then reach out and pick up one of the chocolates, popping it into your mouth. You chew, then make a little satisfied noise. "Oh, it's actually very g-" Your eyes go wide as your entire body feels hot, your nipples stiffening until they're painfully hard and almost twice as big as they usually get, while wetness starts running down your inner thighs like someone had turned on a faucet. In a near-frenzy you run to the line of people, grabbing a man and woman by the wrist and hauling them to the bed. Shoving the woman onto the bed you climb up and begin licking at her pussy as if you were moments from death and her juices were the cure, making her start moaning and bucking her hips up against your face. The man obviously knows what to do, moving up behind you and grabbing your ass with both hands before plunging his stiff prick into your molten cunt and starting to pound away at you.\n\n"Mmm, that's about what I expected," Valentine murmurs, licking her brilliant crimson lips as she slips a hand down, fingers slowly, elegantly rubbing across the crotch of her red satin panties. "I can see the adjustments we'll need to make."\n\nAnd that's how you spend the next five centuries. Trying on diamond bracelets, eating candy treats, dining on sumptuous meals, and every time it sends you into a frenzy to fuck. Sometimes you're driven to grab a man and a woman for a passionate, needful bisexual threesome. Sometimes it's two men to spitroast you or pound your ass and pussy at the same time, making you cum repeatedly at the feel of their cocks rubbing together inside you. Sometimes it's two women, leaving the three of you to writhe together in a pile of moaning lips, thrusting fingers, and jutting tongues. And sometimes it's more than that, on occasion the effect so powerful that nothing will do but for every single man to mount you and the women to don strapons until you've been fucked unconscious repeatedly. \n\nEvery so often they do try out the less intense versions on you, usually to see what particular activities they seem to inspire you to focus on. One morning you try a diamond ring, and spend the rest of the day sucking the cock of the most well-hung of your studs, your eyes watching your face as you gulp it into your throat and fondle his balls for hours. A home-cooked gourmet meal has you choosing one of the women and gently making passionate love to her all night, the two of you moaning sweetly in each other's ears as your fingers work. Wine seems to inspire slow-building but intense threesomes, and through it all Valentine looks on with her chocolate-colored eyes and takes note.\n\nOne morning you wake up in a much more subtle but still obvious honeymoon suite that displays a lot of advanced technology, and realize that your punishment period must be up. Feeling a bit at a loss, you don one of the extremely short skirts and tubetops in the dresser and make your way out into the halls. You smile at the first man you see, an obvious businessman waiting by the elevator, and walk over, returning his polite greeting before sinking to your knees in front of him, unzipping his pants, and fishing out his cock, starting to lick and kiss at it, eyes turned up seductively to watch his shocked face as you slide the stiff thing down your throat.\n\nEven by the highly permissive standards of 2517, you eventually come to the attention of the authorities with behavior like that. Diagnosed with incurable nymphomania but also a high degree of sexual skill, you're given a job as a general sex practitioner. Some days are spent visiting high-level politicians to help them relieve their stress, some are spent visiting less prominent public servants like trash collectors and road crews to help them do the same. Sometimes you're sent to high schools to act as a practical guide on sex ed. Sometimes you're assigned for use by the general public, slid into a wall unit with only your ass and pussy showing, a small screen advertising you for use at a minimal fee, or bound kneeling in the lobbies of buildings with only your head free to move so that you can give blowjobs for donations.\n\nIn any event, as a highly valued and skilled public servant, you have access to the best health plan the 26th century has to offer. You wouldn't be surprised if you lived another 500 years at this rate... maybe with a little help from Valentine, who you're sure is looking down on you with approval.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Free love</i>

"Wait, Orlin, this doesn't make any sense," you note.\n\nHis head jerks a little as he looks at you, lips curling in a frown, the other two looking shocked as well. "What do you mean?"\n\n"You were saying, Dragon Destroyer doesn't even leave the dragon's body behind when he's done, right?" At Orlin's slow, uncertain nod, you continue. "So either he's been here, in which case there'll just be a place where a dragon was and probably no real clues, or we'll fight a green dragon for no real reason."\n\n"Oh!" Aerienne looks mildly shocked, before putting a fingertip to her lip and glancing up. "Actually now that you mention it, I suppose that makes sense. They say where Dragon Destroyer has been, the dragon has vanished without a trace. Presumably that means no traces of Dragon Destroyer either."\n\n"Very well then, what would you suggest?" Orlin asks, folding his arms over his chest as if still a bit dubious.\n\n"Probably finding the nearest village or town-"\n\n"That'd be Vinsted, it's only about an hour's ride from here," Yuli pipes up.\n\n"That's perfect then. Dragon Destroyer probably would have stopped there before or after, or at least passed through. Maybe they saw which direction he went, at least."\n\nOrlin hesitates a bit more, then nods. "That's actually a pretty good plan. If it doesn't pan out, we can always come back and check out the cave, I suppose," he adds as he unties his horse again.\n\nAn hour later the four of you approach a small town, which looks just big enough to warrant the inn you see. Orlin draws up his horse, pointing at the shopfront with a sign displaying crossed swords over a helmet, and the attached blacksmith's shop. "There. Surely after fighting a dragon, Dragon Destroyer would have needed to have his things repaired... or to buy new equipment before doing so. Let's go in!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sounds good.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ehhhhh.|GGMonk9x2]]

"Shouldn't we go to the inn instead?" you counter, glancing over towards one of the only multi-story buildings in town.\n\nOrlin frowns some, rolling his shoulders. "Why would we do that?"\n\n"Well we don't know that he would have needed weapons and armor, but he almost certainly would have needed to sleep and eat, either before or after." You shrug. "Besides, we need to go to the inn anyway, the sun's already setting. That place is probably either closed or getting ready to close, we can always check it in the morning."\n\nStill frowning a little, Orlin opens his mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by Yuli. "Hey, c'mon, she's right about that last bit for sure, plus I can smell the cooking chicken from here! We barely had aaaany lunch Orlin so come on, let's go eat!" After that he sighs and nods, heading over to tie up his horse outside the inn, the rest of you following and heading right for the restaurant area.\n\nSoon you're raising an eyebrow as you watch Yuli almost violently tear through a whole roast chicken. "Are you sure you're not part Halfling or something?"\n\n"Iuhoh!" she replies brightly with her mouth full, grinning cheerfully at you with her cheeks puffed out.\n\n"Here you go!" the innkeeper's daughter says cheerfully, setting down another plate of food at the table. "Mm, and I was trying to think, and I do think there was a man who might have been Dragon Destroyer in here. His helmet sort of looked like a dragon's head, after all... he took the lower jaw off to eat. Lots of armor, kind of odd accoutrements, and he had this cloaked and hooded figure with him."\n\n"Someone with him?" Orlin looks dubious again. "But I'd heard Dragon Destroyer was always alone."\n\n"I couldn't say if it was a friend or traveling companion, or just someone who happened to be following them. They were both tall, and the cloak and hood covered everything. The entire time the figure just sat there in silence, they didn't eat or drink anything. But he did ask me about the rumors of a dragon in the Nowenia hills, too."\n\n"Nowenia," Orlin murmurs.\n\n"Tha's-" Yuli pauses to swallow her huge mouthful. "That's about a week to the west of here, but I'd heard those rumors too, a red dragon that had started bothering people near Macoron."\n\n"Did the armored guy say anything else?" you ask, noticing Orlin frown just a bit more when you do.\n\n"I think I heard him murmur something about dropping by home first," the girl says before picking up your mug and going to refill it.\n\n"Hey, if he's detouring somewhere, that means we could get to Macoron right after him, or maybe even before him," you say quietly to the others once the woman's left.\n\n"Assuming it was him, and assuming that's where he'll be," Orlin counters. "That's a week there and back for nothing, if not."\n\n"I think it's a good chance, though," Aerienne cuts in. "It's certainly a better lead than poking about a cave, Orlin."\n\n"Oh man they've got this fish dish in Macoron that's tooootally amazing, we have gotta go," Yuli almost groans before gulping from her mug.\n\nOrlin hesitates, then sighs and nods. "Alright, you're right. It sounds like Macoron's the place to go."\n\nStarting to feel some tension, you declare you're going to go arrange the rooms while everyone else continues enjoying dinner. On your short walk across the room, you try to figure out the best way to do sleeping arrangements.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get everybody their own room.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Get one room for Orlin and one for the rest of you, it's thrifty and common sense.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Get one room for Aerienne and Yuli and one for Orlin and you, the two of you obviously need to talk privately.|GGMonk]]

Swallowing hard, you manage to reply, "They're my friends, so... please don't hurt them, alright?"\n\n"Oh? Well, I suppose that depends on you." Eidam smiles wider, showing off some of his fangs. "As I said, you have agreed to become my bride. I will take you back to my castle in the lower planes, where I will consummate our marriage. Over the years you shall grow into a powerful demon queen fit for me."\n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, partly because you can't help but let your gaze wander down to that huge cock as he says 'consummate'. But finally you manage to drag your gaze back up to his face and ask, "What if I don't want to marry you?"\n\n"Irrelevant, we were already as good as married the moment you placed the ring on your finger, it remains only to consummate it. While I could grab you and force you right this moment, it ill behooves me to begin a marriage with such boorish tactics. But I am certainly not above urging you to obey me. Perhaps by... guaranteeing the safety of your friends?" he says with a chuckle, raising one hand and surrounding it with crackling flames, the other three looking as if they'd very much like to flee in terror but are still paralyzed with fear... or perhaps something more insidious. "Simply step into the circle with me, and I promise you no harm will befall them."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGHH27x4]]\n\n[[Stand up to him.|GGHH]]

You pick up the ritzy-looking ring, giving a soft 'huh' as your fingertips press around it. "It's actual metal," you note as you lift it up and take a closer look at it.\n\n"A lot of costume jewelry is," Leslie says with a shrug as she leans in to look at it. "Seriously though, it can't be real gold, and silver, and... seriously, platinum?"\n\n"Yeah but it looks really authentic anyway," you note, turning it around to eye the large clear stone (cut glass, obviously) with the little purple pentagram suspended in the center of it. "This is some really awesome work, though, I'd swear that thing is glowing even in the shitty light from these camp lanterns."\n\n"So try it on," Leslie urges, giving you a grin when you shoot her a glance. "C'mon, not like I'm suggesting you keep it, just see how it looks on you. Maybe if it looks great or something, you can offer to toss a few bucks at the old man for it."\n\nShrugging again, you try to slip it onto your right ring finger. The skin of your finger bunches slightly below the second knuckle, showing that it's simply not going to fit. After another moment of hesitation, you try it on your left hand, still just a little surprised as it goes on smoothly and settles onto your finger in a perfect fit. You flex your fingers a few times, holding your hand out to look at it, and have to admit that it looks really good on you.\n\n"What are you guys doing? Oh, hey," James adds as he and Kev arrive, his gaze having picked up on your held-out hand. He smirks teasingly as he says, "Congratulations, Les, I'm glad you finally worked up the guts to ask." He laughs a little as Leslie smacks him on the arm. "Just kidding, but seriously, was that just laying out?"\n\n"Yeah, it's a perfect fit too. I'm wonder-" you start, then go silent at a sudden feeling of disquiet that all the others clearly share. It probably has something to do with the fact that all the little hairs visible on the boys' arms have stood up like they were affected by a static field, and you can feel a similar tense current over your own skin. You look around for the source of the change in the air, and let out a short shriek as you spot a glowing pentagram appearing on the floor. The other three cry out, all four of you stumbling back from it at least a few steps as more and more elaborate runes and lines appear inside of it. And then there's a gout of flame that fills the entire circle, before gusting out into black smoke that gradually clears.\n\nThe thing now standing in the glowing pentagram circle is probably high up on the list of stereotypical images someone would come up with when they heard 'demon'. He's huge and muscular, his skin a rich crimson color, black horns arching up from his forehead and curling back and around his pointed ears, somewhat like a goat's. His hair is long and black, eyes glowing red, the goatee on his cruel yet still somewhat handsome face trimmed razor-sharp. His bare chest is broad and muscular, batlike black wings stretching from his back, and his large, powerful legs are goatlike, covered in shaggy black hair and ending in hooves. His cock is immense, red and draping over his hefty crimson sack, swaying at almost the level of his knees. He grins cruelly as he sweeps his red gaze over the four terrified teenagers standing paralyzed with fright in front of him, before those eyes settle on you.\n\n"You. You have donned the ring. Tell me your name."\n\n"... Cyan," you reply in a shaky whisper.\n\n"Then Cyan, I am Demon Lord Eidam, and you have agreed to become my bride." Chuckling a little at your obvious added shock, he rests his large, claw-tipped hands on his hips. "That is the long and short of it. You have donned my engagement ring, and now we must be wed! But hm... who are these other three?" he asks, glancing at the others.\n\n<hr>\n[[Your friends.|GGHH27x3]]\n\n[[Your servants.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Nobody.|GGHH]]

You walk over to the glass display cases to look in, Leslie tagging along with you. "Holy crap, those look amazing," she murmurs as you come to a stop. "Seriously, those look like something that would cost a ton of money in a store whether they're real or not, but they just got left in here...?"\n\nYou kind of have to agree. The things you thought might be spiders or scorpions turn out to be not quite either... they do have long, thin golden legs attached to a central body like a spider, but the center part is a round jewel (big enough that it has to be fake), and the 'tail' is made up of more gold settings around smaller jewels, though there's no hint of any stinger... or a head for that matter. There's a good half-dozen of them in slightly different poses inside the case, along with some scattered other jewelry, though one piece that's raised up on a stand looks sort of like an engagement ring with a woven band of different precious metals wrapped around a large diamond with some sort of purple design etched into it.\n\nYou blink as Leslie starts messing with the top of the case. "Hey, Les, what are you-" Then you cut off as she just lifts it up and swings it around, resting it against the side.\n\n"No locks or anything, so weird."\n\n"Well <i>we're</i> not going to steal anything," you say with a frown, glancing over at the boys who are not-so-subtly staring at one of the more well-endowed female statues across the room. "... Right?"\n\n"No, no, obviously not! But we can look at them, right? Go on, I dare you!" Leslie chirps, grinning.\n\n"Fiiiine," you sigh, reaching into the case.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick up a jewel-bug.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Pick up the ring.|GGHH27x2]]

Maybe Shampoo will make you feel better. While kinda low down on your personal appraisal of 'sanity' rankings (Kodachi sort of wrecks the curve on that), she's definitely the happiest and perkiest girl you know, and is always super happy to see you. Admittedly the chances of some sort of chaos starting if you visit her are higher than if you went to the Nekohanten, but sometimes you've gotta roll the dice. ... Plus let's face it, Shampoo is absolutely the cutest of your fiancees. You may be gradually developing some sort of phobia of hot women, but you're not blind. Making your way towards the ramen restaurant, you step through the door with a call of, "Hey, Shampoo!"\n\n"Ranma!" comes back the happy squeal instantly, the purple-haired girl leaping through the air, pressing her curvy, pink silk-clad body to yours and wriggling happily against you, tits rubbing against your chest through two layers of silk. (You're pretty sure it's only two, by the poky things nudging you.) You squirm a little, unable to help being worried about Akane teleporting in and smacking you for being in sensory range of another girl's breasts, even if it's by the other girl's choice and no pursuit of your own. "You come see Shampoo?" she practically purrs, looking up at you and batting her lashes.\n\n"Ah, yeah, sure," you reply with a slightly awkward smile. "I was, y'know, in the area, and thought I'd... drop in." You do a quick check around. No Cologne, no Mousse, even better.\n\n"Shampoo always happy see beloved." She pops upright, practically wiggling in place with happiness, fingertips pressed together and arms smooshing her boobs up and together as well. "What Ranma want do, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's go on a training trip.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let's go hang out.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let's put food in Ranma's belly.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Let's fuck.|FRanX]]

<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* More of Ranma's adventures with [[Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon|FRanX23x1]].\n<b>March 3, 2019</b>\n* Marei and Carrie can [[keep watching|Marei6x1]] the lesbian porn Carrie found in May's room.\n<B>March 6, 2019</b>\n* Eric can now suggest he and Compliant Tifa [[do something perverse|FF7X4x3]]. (Warning: Shota content.)\n<b>March 7, 2019</b>\n* More stuff with Tifa.\n* More Mystical Jan-Ken-Pon.\n<b>March 8, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now decide to [[not enter Errana's house|QOKevScheme1x4]] while selling chocolate with Kevin.\n<b>March 9, 2019</b>\n* More Jamie and Kevin stuff.\n<b>March 11, 2019</b>\n* More more more of the Jamie and Kevin stuff.\n<b>March 12, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now go to the [[school|QOMaya2x3]] in the quest for a condom to fool around with Maya.\n<b>March 14</b>\n* Eric-Ranma can now throw the [["have a dick"|FRanX23x6]] match with Kira instead of letting her throw it.\n<b>March 15</b>\n* Eric can now go see Nabiki after sending [["Best Buddy" Ranma|RanPP1x3]] on a fool's errand.\n* After being sentenced to attend the Space Ranger Academy, Cyan can [[go to a bar|GGSR12x2]].\n<b>March 19, 2019</b>\n* "Doctor Deviant" can now use the [[Loyalty Laser|GGMCE6x4]] on her mother.\n<b>March 20, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now approach the [[guy|GGDog13x1]] she sees jogging in the dog park.\n<b>March 22<, 2019</b>\n* Over in SIMFITE, Tenta-Z can now select [[Street Fighter|GG-FF-TZStart]] characters to molest.\n* More stuff from yesterday.\n* Cyan can also agree to help with finding [[the Final Worldpath|GGSG1x1]].\n<b>March 25, 2019</b>\n* The doubled-up Cyan can now wind up being [[relocated to Japan|GGAlien4x1]] in a new identity.\n<b>March 26, 2019</b>\n* Side writing.\n<b>March 27, 2019</b>\n* More "Shian" stuff.\n<b>March 28, 2019</b>\n* Shampoo can now choose to try and [[eliminate Ukyo as a rival|ShampooX1x1]].\n<b>March 29, 2019</b>\n* More Shampoo and Ukyo stuff.\n* Ascendant Sam can now elect to [[insist on equality|FemPalV3x1]].\n<b>March 30, 2019</b>\n* Replaced the youthful clothes on the Jamie-Amber path with [[party clothes|QOGF1x2]].\n<b>April 1, 2019</b>\n* Jamie can now [[agree|QOKevScheme5x2]] to what's asked of him at the MILF futa-party.

"Fine, just... leave them alone, and I'll go with you," you agree, stepping forward.\n\n"Cyan, wait!" Leslie blurts, jerking forward towards you and stretching a hand out as if to stop whatever might be about to happen.\n\nWhatever she thought she was going to do, she doesn't get a chance to do it. The moment you agree and step closer, Eidam's hands snap out, grabbing you around the middle and hauling you into the circle with him. And then everything's swirling smoke and fire.\n\nYou cough violently, instinctively writhing and kicking in the demon's grip. You shake your head trying to clear away some of the smoke and squint your eyes open, and realize that you're now somewhere else entirely... a bedroom. One that looks like someone told a gargoyles-and-glass-balls goth 'Go nuts, no spending limit'. Glancing down at yourself, your eyes widen some in shock at the realization that you're now naked, nothing but a few little charred tufts of cloth remaining of your clothes. Then you yelp as you're tossed down on the black and red sheets of the bed, bouncing and landing on your back, only to be grabbed again and hauled around so that your head is dangling over the side... and you wind up staring at the massive looming pillar that is Eidam's bright red cock, now fully hard and even bigger and thicker than before, looking like it could blot out the sun if there was any sun in here to blot out.\n\n"We'll have a little formal public ceremony soon," he rumbles, giving himself a few strokes with one hand, the other pressing to your bare belly to hold you in place, as well as rubbing slowly. You shiver some as one of his fingertips presses between your legs, rubbing up and down your slit, and against all odds you find yourself almost immediately growing wet at the touch. "But for now, let's formalize things and get everything good and consummated by plowing all three of your little mortal holes."\n\n"H-hey, you're crazy!" you blurt, trying to struggle and shoving your hands against his forearm, and not succeeding in much other than accidentally rubbing your steadily more sodden pussy against his finger even more. "There's no way that thing will fiMMMGLLMF!"\n\nTaking advantage of your cries of denial, Eidam presses the tip of his red prick into your open mouth and then shoves forward hard, spearing deep into your throat in a single thrust. You can feel your throat bulging obscenely, but more than that, you can actually feel your jaw stretching to accomodate his girth! He takes hold of your forearms and presses them to the bed, pinning you as he works and shimmies his hips, steadily sliding deeper and deeper in as you gag and quag around him, your throat automatically starting to gulp and squeeze at him urgently as he pushes further down than should normally be possible. But soon he's all the way in, his huge, heavy scarlet balls enough to completely cover your face, and slapping against it rhythmically as he begins fucking your throat.\n\nYour throat bulges all the way down as he practically fucks right into your stomach, balls continuing to firmly slap against your face with every thrust, not only rhythmically battering you (luckily without any seeming damage) with their weight, but completely marking his thick, musky, spicy, smoky scent all over you. And one of the worst parts is, you can feel yourself getting off on it, your body reacting as if being face-raped by a horse-scale cock was the best thing that ever happened to it. Your body bucks and writhes on the bed, half in protest and half in arousal, and it only gets worse as Eidam's forked tongue snakes out of his mouth, thick and powerful as it slides down your bulging throat and over your breasts, coiling around them, the tips of it agilely teasing your nipples and squeezing your tits. By the time he zig-zags it down your belly and then slips it into your cunt, you're already cumming, hips jerking and pussy spurting girlcum as he starts literally tongue-fucking you while still pumping his prick down your throat. \n\nYou gasp as he finally pulls out after fucking your face for who-knows-how-long, your face a wet mess of churned-up spit and ball sweat, your body trembling and shaking. Eidam gives you a little toss onto your front in the middle of the bed and then clambers on after you, grabbing your middle and hauling you up to all fours. Even if you had the physical strength to resist, you're not sure you'd have the willpower to anymore, your body practically begging for it as Eidam moves up behind you, his spit-shined prick sliding along the cleft of your ass and coming to rest against your back. You moan as you feel it coming up to almost between your shoulderblades, realizing just how deep he's going to fuck you. And then, of course, that's exactly how deep he fucks you, pulling back and lining himself, and then plunging into you in a single thrust, the bulge of his cock running all up your belly and up between your tits. You give a long yowl of intense orgasm, even before he begins fucking you, your eyes rolling up slightly and mouth gaping open as he pounds into you, balls swaying forward to slap against your lower belly as he pumps in, every thrust forcing out heavy sprays of girlcum since there's simply not room for it and his immense cock inside you.\n\n"Oh FUCK oh FUCK oh FUCK oh FUCK!" you blurt near-mindlessly, your whole body shaking with his thrusts, the sheer intense heat of his prick feeling like it's filling your entire body as you cum over and over again, every single thrust of his dick deep inside you feeling like it presses a button that batters your brain with a near-whiteout orgasm. Your whole body glistens and drips with sweat, droplets of it getting flung off your diamond-hard nipples as your tits jiggle underneath you, your hands clenching and twisting in the black sheets, which are steadily getting soaked with your pussy juices in the folds between your legs.\n\nYou almost collapse when he actually pulls his cock out of you, the massive red pole quivering and dripping above you, coated liberally in a thick layer of girlcum, while your gaping pussy twitches and spasms. "Hnnnh, as much as I'd like to spend two built-up loads worth in your womb, my darling wife, it will be some time before you're ready to bear my children. So I think instead I'll just have to spend three built-up loads in your ass."\n\nYour eyes widen and your body trembles as he says that, but there's absolutely nothing left in you to resist as he guides the tip of his prick to your tight little pucker, and then claims the only one of your holes that he hasn't yet. Your eyes roll up almost completely in your head and your tongue lolls out, your body quivering like a vibrator as he begins slamming his prick mercilessly into your ass, his hefty balls now slapping against your already stretched-out and darkened pussy, setting off overlapping orgasms from your cunt and your ass that batter your brain into utter incoherence. Low, animal sounds of the most base and brainless pleasure fall from your lips as drool runs down your chin, your head rocking with his thrusts as you give in utterly and completely. Your climax-smashed brain gives up all sense of time, not bothering to tell whether Eidam has been slam-fucking your ass for five minutes or five hours... as far as it's concerned, he's always been pounding your pucker into submission and always will.\n\nBut then he's giving a long, pleased growl and thrusting forward, his balls shifting and lurching against your cunt as he begins to empty them into you. Your belly quickly swells, the outline of his cock lost as it grows fuller and more round. For just a moment the sensation of literal gallons of thick, hot demonic jizz filling you up shocks you back to your senses, your eyes going wide and focusing straight ahead. Reflexively you clamp your lips closed, swallowing repeatedly, your body shaking with effort, until your eyes roll again as your jaw draws open, cum spurting from your mouth and then steadily dripping down your chin in a thick flow as your belly swells more and more, even with that overflow.\n\nEventually you're left sprawled, not quite cheek-down on the bed, your limbs splayed out and your overfilled cumbelly propping you up as thick, creamy jizz continues to ooze from both your mouth and your gaping asshole. Chuckling, Eidam saunters to the door. "Well then, I'll just leave you to marinate, wife, and see you in the morning." You're vaguely aware of the door closing before your overwhelmed brain finally has mercy and lets you pass out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGHH27x5]]

Devilist's sales ads area is, like most sorts, divided up into various categories like 'Cars', 'Pets', 'Antiques', but the fun part of browsing is to hit 'Random scroll'. Though the site's otherwise an antique, someone must have eaten their Webdev Wheaties one day, because that function is vaguely kinda-sorta close to modern. It gathers up a random selection of all the active listings on the site (including those that people were too lazy or lacking knowledge of working a computer to categorize) and lets you scroll through them as much as you want. It's great if you're just looking for stuff on a whim, or for screenshots to take and post on social media for laughing-at purposes.\n\nYou click 'Random scroll', then begin searching through. There's a lot of boring stuff, but every so often something stands out.\n\n* [[Detachable Penis - First Printing|GGDL2x1]] - Pay what you want. Just making space. Remember to be cool. No cops. It is not okay to contact this customer with other offers unless they are for organic substances.\n\nHuh. A first-printing of a fairly... odd... but somewhat iconic single could actually be worth something. You're not sure what, but if you show up and offer a dollar and get it, at worst you've spent a dollar on a silly but catchy song.\n\n* [[Extremely Naughty Cat Needs New Home|GGDL1x2]] - I just do not have the time to properly train and discipline this cat! He's very sweet and adorable but will not listen for anything! Free to good home, all necessary equipment included! Just get him out of here before he breaks something else I need for my job!\n\nYikes. Kinda weird to see someone so up-front about wanting to ditch a pet because it's destructive, they're not exactly trying to sugar-coat the lemon there. On the other hand it does sound like this person is busy, maybe the cat just needs someone with a lot of time and attention to give (like a teenager on summer break).

With every ounce of your will, you fight off the impulse surging through you, wrestling it down until you're sure it's passed. Letting out a relieved breath, you raise your head. "Maya, maybe we should-"\n\nYou're cut off by a purple tentacle shoving past your lips and cramming itself down your throat, making you 'mmf!' loudly as other ones wrap around your arms and legs, lifting you into the air. You buck and twist, letting out a louder 'MMF!' as two tentacles push into your ass at the same time, starting to wriggle and squirm and thrust as they violate your previously virgin pucker.\n\n"Hhhaaaa... sorry, Jamie, I just... I have to rape you," Maya moans, two of her hands fondling her tits, the other two crammed down the front of her shorts, obviously stroking and rubbing and finger-fucking her own swollen cunt. Her serpentine tongue swirls around her lips and her yellow eyes glitter, before she adds, "Mm, actually, to be honest, I'm not sorry at all, I'm really enjoying this, ahhhh, your throat-pussy and ass-pussy feel so good around my tentacles!" she groans as she thrusts another tentacle into your mouth as well.\n\nYou can't do much more than wriggle and jerk in place in protest, your cries muffled around the pair of tentacles writhing around in your throat as Maya facefucks you with them. Your body betrayed you from the start, or maybe was just never on your side in the first place, as pleasure from the violation spreads through your body. Despite apparently still only putting out pre, the viscous slime is actually spurting from the tips of your obscene pricks with every wriggle of the two... now three... tentacles working your asshole as each one in some way strokes or thumps or rubs your prostate almost constantly. Maya smiles wantonly, tongue lolled out and stroking over one of her breasts, actually pushing into one of her nipples as she fondles and finger-fucks herself while using her tentacles on you.\n\n"Hhhhaaaa... hhhaaaaa... hhaaaa... so good... and there's more... I sense... I sense you're weeeeak," she groans out ecstatically, her voice taking on a slightly resonating timbre. "Ah, Jamie... Jamie, I'm not just gonna rape you, I'm gonna <i>claim</i> you, I'm gonna make you mine forever!"\n\nYou'd ask what she meant if you didn't have two tentacle-dicks down your throat, but you don't have to wait long to see at least part of how she means to do it. Her crotch bulges in front, and starts to push out... at first you think she's growing a cock, but even once it's reached a good two feet long, it's just a long, featureless tube of flesh. The trio of tentacles fucking your ass stop and pull back, instead all three of them spreading your pucker obscenely wide as you're turned in midair by her other tentacles, and slid smoothly over that long flesh plug until the tentacles slip out and allow you to close up around it. And you do, instantly squeezing tight around her, feeling that two feet of flesh pulsing and throbbing within you without a single bit of spare room, completely filling you. You squirm and wriggle, moaning agains the tentacles still fucking your mouth even as Maya steps over in front of the mirror, giving you a view of herself with you jutting up from her crotch, held in place by the tentacles which shift to pin your arms to your sides and coil around you, others holding your legs and ripping off your shirt and shoes, leaving you naked.\n\nYou expect her to begin fucking you with that featureless phallus, but instead she starts stroking you, rubbing you, as well as wrapping tentacles in coils around your cocks. You moan louder around the tentacles fucking your throat, especially as others start pushing into your urethras as well, bulging up your shafts with their outlines as they wriggle and pump. Your body is completely overcome with pleasure, leaving your mind floating and detached enough to realize that she's using almost exactly the same stroking motions of her hands and tentacles over your body as she is on your cocks. Which leaves you with the growing realization of what she intends as you watch your round red ass slowly melding into her crotch where they make contact, the porcelain and crimson skin becoming one. \n\nBit by bit your body begins to change, as you further connect to the front of Maya's crotch. Your arms begin to meld into your sides, your head tilting forward and hair beginning to disappear as your neck widens out. Your entire torso begins becoming more tubelike even as your waist bulges outward, taking on more of a ball shape. Your whole head begins to flatten, the edges of it gradually becoming a wide flare as your face begins to smooth out, your mouth opening into a round O that begins to shrink and tighten around the tentacles still fucking it. Your whole body begins to shrink slightly, but your legs moreso, gradually starting to disappear into Maya's groin, even as you can feel a third pair of balls steadily growing larger inside your-Maya's sack. 'Wait, wait, Maya, please!' you beg as her coiled tentacles stroke over your steadily more tubelike body and tweak the ring forming around its middle.\n\n"Ah... ahhhh, I can hear you, Jamie," Maya groans happily as she strokes her upper pair of hands over your body and rubs it against her quad of tits, her lower hands rubbing your upper cock. "That's so perfect... you're going to stay awake and conscious forever, as part of me, I'm soooo happyyyyy," she groans, withdrawing her tentacles and instead kissing over your now mostly smooth face, thrusting her tongue into your throat-urethra instead, lovingly violating you with it.\n\nYour eyes roll even as they close for the final time, disappearing into the smooth expanse of cockhead your face has become even as your new cock-body shudders and trembles, a truly undescribable level of pleasure as your entire body rocks not only with a far more intense level of pleasure than your cock ever did when you came, but is bolstered by the identical sensation from the two cocks below as they too cum. Your jizz shoots all over Maya's face and down her throat, across the floor, over the surface of the mirror, practically coating the entire room and Maya's whole body with it, as well as your form.\n\nMaya slows her motions, more tenderly kissing and sucking at your cock-head, coiling her tongue around your shaft-body as she strokes her hands over it and the other cocks as well. Gradually the full-room bukkake dissipates like a film fade, leaving everything clean again, and Maya smiles and drops you, letting your half-limp shaft-body drape down over the balls. You can still see, somehow, and in the mirror your body is now completely identical to the two shafts that used to be your cocks and are now Maya's... in fact you wouldn't even know which one you were just from looking if you hadn't seen yourself flop in the middle. You're now nothing but a trio of cocks and a particularly large ballsack, all bright scarlet and attached to the front of Maya's pristine milk-white crotch. "Ahhhhh... Jamie, you look so good on me," Maya groans, raising her four hands to start fondling all four of her tits. Your shafts twitch as you actually feel the pleasure of her squeezing and kneading her own breasts... you seem to have no control over her body (or your own form, for that matter) but you can still feel everything she does, apparently, as she runs her hands over her body and yours, squeezing her ass, stroking your shafts, rubbing the big fat balls.\n\n'Maya... how long are you gonna make me be your cocks?' you ask silently, and a little pleadingly.\n\n"Mmm... the same length of time I'd want to be with you, baby," she coos, stroking three of her hands over the top-base of each shaft, and giving the central one that you still feel yourself mostly in a shake with her fourth hand. "Forever."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|QOBook17xEnd2]]

"So, whatever I say, huh?" you repeat aloud, eyeing him.\n\nThe boy swallows, then nods slowly. "... Yeah."\n\n"Alright then. Let's go upstairs and see you prove that. Go on," you add, giving him a light shove to send him towards the stairs ahead of you. His footfalls are heavy and a bit hesitant, since he obviously knows where this is heading, but that just makes it a little bit better for you as you follow along after, nudging him towards your bedroom door as you do.\n\nInside, you move to the end of the bed and have a seat, quickly peeling out of your clothes as if it were no matter to you and you did this every day. You can see him staring with trepidation at your half-hard cock, especially as you wrap a hand around it and start stroking lightly. "Well, go ahead, strip down and then get over here on your knees," you declare, also casually.\n\nHe hesitates for a few seconds, but then meekly shrugs out of his jacket and pulls his shirt off. He's pale enough that it looks like he probably didn't need that much makeup to pull off the vampire look. He hesitates again briefly when he brings his hands to the front of his pants, but finally undoes them, shoving both them and his underwear down and stepping out of them and his boots at the same time, stepping a bit to the side and straightening up, limp cock and balls giving a tiny shimmy with his motions. He slowly makes his way over to you, almost flinching a bit as you spread your legs, but settles to his knees between them. He twitches a bit as you put a hand to the back of his head and lightly urge him in closer, bringing his face in close to the underside of your now fully hard shaft.\n\n"Go on, then, start licking," you order.\n\nHis nose scrunches up, but after another second he slips his tongue out and starts stroking it in tentative licks over your cock. It's not exactly the most skillful attention in the world, but the fact that he's doing it at all amuses you... as does the fact you can see his tongue poking out from between the press-on fangs, which is pretty cute. "Here, work the balls too," you urge evenly, nudging his head down to press his mouth against your sack, the tip of his nose rubbing on your cock. "C'mon, open your mouth, theeeere you go... get that tongue moving, work it in a circle," you continue to direct, firming your grip in his hair a bit as he reluctantly obeys. "Now get one in your mouth. Go on, suck it in," you urge as he hesitates again, then give a low 'mmm' as he obeys, sucking one of your balls past his lips and working it with his tongue. "Theeere you go." \n\nYou give him a good ten minutes of tongue-washing your balls before you tug him back up to spend some more time on your shaft. But it's not long before you guide him up further, and his eyes widen as it becomes obvious what you mean to do... still, he obediently opens his mouth and lets you guide it down over your cock, the teen giving a few 'mmf' noises as you push your prick past his lips. "C'mon, relax," you urge, smirking down at him as he wiggles in front of you. "This entire thing is going down your throat, so you may as well make it as easy as possible." You can see him jerk a little bit at your statement, but apparently he resigns himself to it since he does relax a little and start moving with the guidance of your hand as you bob his head over your cock, pushing a bit more in each time. "There we go, that's the throat," you murmur as he quags, and push him a bit further down until you can feel the tightness spreading around you. "Theeeere we go, now you've properly got a dick in your throat," you say with a chuckle as you start lightly facefucking him, the boy still giving off low 'mmf!' and 'mmn!' noises as you do, wriggling around between your legs and clenching fistfuls of the sheets to either side of your hips.\n\nAs you continue to thrust into his face, you gradually move up onto your feet until you're standing, using the bed behind you as a bit of a brace to lean forward into him. The boy's hands come up to grip your hips almost reflexively, and you have a better view of his body from this angle too, seeing his still-limp cock jiggling a little with your motions of thrusting against his body, your balls slapping his chin. You make sure to take your time, giving him a good, long, thorough throat-fucking, before you finally let out a groan and pull out, quickly ordering him "Mouth open, tongue out" as you reach down and start stroking yourself. He obeys, despite a certain wild 'wait no' look in his eyes that says he's seen enough porn to know what's coming. And then you let out another long moan as your cock twitches in your hand, spurting the first long streamer of creamy cum across his face, forcing him to quickly close one eye. The following ones, though, do mostly go right across that stuck-out tongue and into his mouth, making him squirm again as your jizz coats his tongue in and the inside of his mouth. "Swallow," you murmur, watching as he hesitates before slowly closing his lips, throat visibly working a few times. Without being urged, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue again, showing you that your cum is gone.\n\nNow this... was a very good start. Now to move on to...\n\n<hr>\n[[... a pump and dump.|BuddyPunks]]\n\n[[... getting him to submit to pleasure.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[... emasculating him.|BuddyPunk]]\n\n[[... his turn.|BuddyPunk]]

"Alright, here you go," you say with businesslike cheer as you set the bag on the table, then turn and head towards the door, giving the nervous-seeming blonde man a polite wave as you exit.\n\n'That was easy,' you think breezily as you make your way back downstairs and out again, climbing into the back of the car. "So which of the hotels the company pays for is the nicest?"\n\n"I know the perfect one, mum," the driver answers just as breezily as your thoughts as he sets off again.\n\nSoon you're flumped on the bed in your room, sighing gratefully as you decompress. It's not the lap of luxury but it is very nice, and it's definitely a lot nicer than your car. There's a nice big tub in the bathroom even if it's not exactly a luxury jet-bath, some really nice snacks in the minifridge (which you try not to binge on even if the company is paying), and the sheets are comfy and soft as you drift off to sleep.\n\nThe next day you spend awhile poking around London, taking in some of the sights and trying a few of the restaurants. The driver from the night before was actually waiting outside your hotel this morning, and several times you notice him following a fairly discreet distance behind you as you're walking around, hat discarded so that he looks like just another slightly older guy in a suit. Well, he is about your father's age, most likely he just thinks it's chivalrous to look after a young lady who's by herself in a foreign country.\n\nStill, since you don't have long in the country, on the way back to the hotel when he offers to arrange your flight out you accept. You have the hotel staff launder your suit while you take a nap, and soon you're back on the plane, albeit this time armed with a small carryon full of bawdy romance novels. (It was well below the spending limit, you hope nobody dings you for spending at a book store.) Thus the flight home is rather less agonizing than the one to London, and the driver waiting for you (they really do look weirdly alike) takes you back to the TrainInc. building, though drops you off in front of the apartment building instead. You notice Mrs. Lane waiting inside, so head on in.\n\n"Very well done, Ms. Teele," the other woman says primly as you walk up in front of her. "Efficient, direct, without a lot of fuss, questions, or excessive dilly-dallying. Exactly what we're looking for in a Logistics Operations Representative."\n\n"Thank you," you answer, resisting the urge to puff your chest out.\n\nMrs. Lane passes you a metal keycard. "The key to your apartment, the number is engraved on it. Please leave it with the doorman whenever you go on assignment. We've moved your things in, and also furnished you with a variety of work clothes in your closet. There's a list of the delivery services that are covered by your company expense account pinned to the refrigerator."\n\nWow, this is sounding better and better, you think as you head up to the room. It turns out to be very nice, not huge but in a bit of an 'ultramodern' black-and-chrome style, with a small balcony and a nice if not breathtaking view. The list on the fridge has a mix of standard fast food delivery and what look like some rather more gourmet options... and the company's paying?! A check of the closet finds that your clothes are indeed there, but now you have at least twelve different skirt-suits to choose from, in a variety of... well, the colors really aren't very eye-catching, pretty much all subdued and low toned, but still they're very nice. They also stocked a variety of low-heeled pumps in complimentary colors. Very professional, and all. Looks like they provided a large stack of pantyhose too.\n\nYou quickly adapt to your new life, including finding out why the company probably pays for delivery service to your apartment... you're never there for very long! Certainly if you left cooking materials in the fridge, they'd likely go bad when you got an assignment that meant you needed to be walking out the door in twenty minutes. (Luckily even when you do leave things in the fridge, the very thorough cleaning and laundry service that apparently comes in while you're away would take care of it. They even restock your pantyhose so you can wear fresh pairs regularly!) At first the plane rides, ranging from three or four hour hops around the US to at least twice making the twenty-four-hour stint to Japan are punishing, but you quickly pick up all the little tricks of the trade. (Weirdly, taking off your pumps and hose and 'making fists with your feet' on the hotel carpet really is reinvigorating. Thanks weird random extra who got Bruce Willis out of his shoes as a plot point.)\n\nYou really do feel like after a year or so on the job you might really have been all over the world. Sometimes you go to dangerous places, it's true, but you never particularly feel <i>in</i> danger. Like, the time you went to some little country in Africa that you had to get to by helicopter after getting off the plane in another country. The local version of the driver the company assigns you was there the entire time (kinda interesting seeing what he looked like with black skin) so you felt rather protected. And you just walked right into that tent and handed the on-site trainer the large, heavy bag that shifted around like it was full of stacks of small rectangular things. What was in it? Why did the trainer and his rather sweaty trainee need it when they were surrounded by all those very tough men in a tent filled with big metal crates? Itinerary didn't say, must not have been important. You're more focused on the mild concern that this job basically destroys any potential you have for a social life... but your bank account is just sooooo full these days! You can have a social life when you're retired to a private island.\n\nOn your occasional ventures into the TrainInc. building proper to pick things up (when they don't have you pick them up in the lobby of the apartment building) and get more thorough assignment briefings, you even occasionally overhear people mentioning the 'legendary efficiency' of LOR-99. Wow, you've literally made a name for yourself in the company! ... Well, employee number, but you're kind of getting used to people referring to you as 'Ninety-Nine'. It's on one such meeting that you sit down in the small 'briefing office' with Mrs. Lane.\n\n"Now, this is a fairly simple delivery assignment, Ms. Teele," the other woman explains. She's completely unchanged from when you met her a year ago... in fact you think she might be wearing the exact same suit. "We need you to deliver some essential data to a field trainer. However, the possibility of corporate espionage on this mission is <i>extremely</i> high," she admits. "So we can't risk you just carrying it on your person, even with a guard. It might be scanned when you went through security, if so."\n\n"I see." You frown a little. "So how am I going to transport it?"\n\nMrs. Lane responds by opening a drawer and removing a flash drive. 'That doesn't look super secure,' you think a little dubiously. More like just one of the company's slim, silver, even branded flash drives that they practically give away for the asking. In fact you're pretty sure there's a bowl of them on the desk in the lobby that anyone who visits can take for free. Then your eyes widen a little as she removes what is very obviously a black butt plug from the drawer as well, unscrewing the tip to open it up, sliding the flash drive inside, and screwing it back in, the seam becoming almost completely invisible. She then sets it, and a tube of lube, on the desk.\n\n"If you would please bend over the desk, and I'll insert this for you. You need to leave for the airport in just under an hour, and I'd prefer to make sure it's in and seated properly before then."\n\n<hr>\n[["... Well, okay!"|CelSpy]]\n\n[[... Hahaha no you quit.|CelSpy2x2]]

"Um." You hold up both hands. "Sorry, no, I'm not putting anything in my ass."\n\n"As I just explained to you," Mrs. Lane says calmly. "This is simply necessary for the level of-"\n\n"It's too much, this is sexual harrassment," you huff, scowling at her.\n\n"It is not," she replies, just as calmly. "Your employment contract explicitly states that any and all methods of securely transferring necessary materials are part of your job duties. In this case, that means transporting the data media in your anus."\n\n"Yeah, well, then I quit," you declare, standing up. "The money's good but it's not good enough to put up with this."\n\nMrs. Lane's eyebrows raise ever-so-slightly. "I'm afraid you can't quit, Ms. Teele."\n\n"Yeah? Just watch me," you announce, turning around and throwing open the door of the briefing room to march out.\n\nThe moment you do, a pair of rather beefy men in black suits who are wearing their sunglasses inside grip you by the upper arms and lift you off your feet, making you yelp in shock and outrage. They turn you around to face Mrs. Lane.\n\n"The terms of the employment contract you signed with us say that termination of employment is at <i>our</i> discretion," she explains coolly. "It also explains that in the event you feel unable to fulfill the duties of your job, we will provide additional training to enable you to do so." She flicks her eyes up towards the men holding you. "Take her to Special Training Room 101."\n\n"Hey! You can't do this!" you shout, struggling and kicking as the surprisingly strong and placid guards turn and start carrying you down the hall. "Contract or no contract this shit is illegal! You can't keep me here, HEY!" Except none of them listen to you, and you suddenly realize they're the only three people seemingly on the entire floor. You'd always noticed that it was weirdly empty up here when you had your meetings with Mrs. Lane, but never bothered to think about why. Suddenly you have a much clearer and much more horrifying idea of the nature of this floor.\n\nSpecial Training Room 101 turns out to be a completely white room, the walls and ceiling curved to make it almost spherical except for the flat floor. The only thing in it is a silver chair that the mooks deposit you in, restraints immediately clapping over your wrists and ankles. You continue to writhe, thrash, and shout semi-random obscenities even as they turn and file out of the room, Mrs. Lane coming in once they're gone. The door closes, leaving the room effectively featureless.\n\n"Normally this is where we use audiovisual training methods with some of our more difficult trainees, or employees who have had potential contact with rival companies," she explains as she draws out what looks like an expensive metal contact case. "However, it's also an adequate place to use these training aids the company has recently developed. You will be the third individual to use them. So far there is only a fifty percent failure rate."\n\nYour blood runs cold, leaving you wide-eyed and frozen in place as she opens the case. Except they look like... ear plugs? The sort they sell for people with snoring partners and roommates, except made out of squishy pink solid gel, with something dark and solid at the center. You buck and twist a bit as she starts to approach you, only to go stock-still as she says, "Rapid movements were a trait of the case of failure, I don't recommend them." That's ominous enough to leave you sitting still, albeit trembling slightly as she tucks one earplug in. ... Nothing, it just feels like a slightly smooth-squishy something in your ear, albeit having someone else put it in for you is a bit weird.\n\nIt's only when she tucks the other plug into your opposite ear that you can feel them... well, activate. The solid gel turns far more viscous, leaving you squirming as something gooey and dripping starts actively working its way deeper into your ear canals, leaving you with a strange sensation that you can only call 'penetrated deeply'. "H-hey, what are they doing?" you whimper as pink goo drips down your ears. "What are they HNNNNNH!" Your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue lolls out, your body shuddering violently and steadily as you can actually feel tendrils of something spreading over the surface of your brain, touching you more intimately and deeply than should even be possible, violating the very center of your self in a way that has you spasming in an undescribable sensation that's simultaneously hot, cold, excited, terrified, pain, and pleasure, your pussy gushing and soaking through both your panties and hose as you writhe in the chair.\n\nThen, just as suddenly as the sensations began, they end, and you feel yourself instantly becoming calm and relaxed, your breathing steadying and then evening out. You stare at the white wall as a series of scrolling digital letters appear in the corner of your vision.\n\n'1. Do not violate TrainInc.'s confidentiality or act against its interests.\n\n2. Obey all orders from TrainInc. management and field operatives.\n\n3. Safeguard TrainInc. secrets and materials at any cost.'\n\nThe realization that you've been programmed with directives like friggin' RoboCop should terrify you. The fact that you're not terrified makes you desperately want to be terrified. But you just blink a few times, turning your head a bit to look at Mrs. Lane as she comes around in front of you again. "Summarize your state of being right now," she commands loftily.\n\n"I'm gradually becoming aware that you've completely and totally taken control of my will," you answer without a problem, sounding normal and conversational even as your own words horrify the deeper part of you that still seems to retain autonomy. "It's obvious to me that you've placed some sort of mind control device in me that commands my obedience. I hate this company and I hate you and I wish I could kill you all, but I'll obey without question and do everything I can to protect and support this company and you even if it means giving my life."\n\n"Good." Mrs. Lane smirks, just the tiniest bit, as she presses a control on the chair and causes the restraints to open. "Now, pull down your panties and hose, then bend over and place your hands on the seat of the chair so that I can insert the butt plug."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you answer, instantly rising and taking a step forward, hauling up your skirt before slipping your fingers under the waistband of your hose and beneath your panties, pushing both down to below your hips. You then pivot and bend over, your palms pressing into the small puddle you left on the metal seat, your bare pussy and ass lifted up into the air in presentation. At no point do you feel like you have any ability to make yourself stop or resist the commands... in fact it's only after you obeyed that it even occurs to you that you should have tried.\n\nYou continue to stare forward at the back of the chair calmly even as Mrs. Lane moves behind you and presses her hands against your buttocks, spreading them apart as if to check what she was working with before releasing them. You continue to obediently do your job and remain in position even as you feel two slick fingers pushing into your virgin ass, only able to wish you could even rage internally as she gives them a number of quick, efficient pumps in and out, twisting her fingers here and there to coat your inner walls. When she pushes the lubed plug in it's smooth and quick, a simple, straightforward push that has your asshole stretching open wide and then sucking it in with an almost audible 'thump', making you gasp a bit. You give a little reflexive jerk forward and 'mmf' as she gives your ass a smack for good measure, but can't do anything but calmly, silently hate her even as she steps back and orders you to stand.\n\n"Well, put yourself back together, Ninety-Nine... and it is Ninety-Nine now, by the way, 'Celeste Teele' is officially nothing but your cover identity since you're now company property," Mrs. Lane explains as you pull your panties and hose back up and smooth your skirt over them. "Now, just to make it clear, say it back to me, that you're not a person, you're company property. Apologize for thinking otherwise, while you're at it."\n\n"Yes, ma'am, I am not a person, I'm the property of TrainInc.," you reply without hesitation, shrieking furiously deep down all the while. "I apologize for being mistaken and thinking I was a human, I should have obeyed your orders like the meat robot I am the first time." You even smile contritely at her as you say it like you would if you really were apologizing to a superior, dammit.\n\n"Excellent." Mrs. Lane nods. "Return to your apartment to shower and prepare for your trip. Remember to take a carryon bag as cover, and to pick up the false lead laptop carryon bag from the lobby. I think there will be no need for you to wear panties anymore, Ninety-Nine, that's just a pointless waste of time."\n\n"Yes, of course ma'am. Shower, prepare, take carryon, pick up laptop bag, never wear panties again, understood," you say breezily, realizing that 'outer you' is sounding and acting more like 'regular you' all the time.\n\n"Oh, and Ninety-Nine," she adds as you walk to the door. "Don't bother to leave your key with the doorman, just leave it in your apartment, which won't be yours anymore, office equipment doesn't need an apartment. And take a moment before you leave to access your bank account and transfer all that money back to the company. Enjoy it, too."\n\n"Yes, ma'am, of course I don't need an apartment, and I'd love to give all the money I made when I thought I was a human back to the company!" you answer in a happy tone as you walk out and down the hall, leaving you howling 'No no no nooooo!' inside as you head for the elevator.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CelSpy2x3]]

"Yeah, sure!" you answer, unable to help grinning. Man, it may not be the most exciting thing ever, but if you're transported to a fantasy world you've just gotta try a proper halfling meal, right?\n\n"Excellent!" he chirps in his chipper accent, making you grin even wider. "Then you sneak away from your dutiful friend there just soon's y'can and head back here straightaway! I'll feed ya so well, you'll wonder if ya ever even had food before tonight!"\n\nA big promise, but you have to admit you're sort of gonna hold him to it. You're talking about the most infamous eaters in fantasy, you've got high expectations for this meal. Jakson returns a moment later to announce he's secured the lamppost thoroughly, and Bellweather bids you both a cheery goodbye as you clamber back aboard the wagon and set off back down the trail in it. You several times consider just ditching off the wagon and running back, but no... at best Jakson might interrupt your dinner coming to look for you, at worst you might bump into the stern elder monk on your way back and get an earful, neither of which would enhance the dining experience you're expecting. You need to think up something better, that will give you the night uninterrupted.\n\nIt's getting into the evening when the village where you dropped off the first barrel, and you tell Jakson, "Hey, stop for a minute." He looks confused but does so, and you clamber down. "You head on back to the monastery, I'm gonna stay in town tonight."\n\n"What? But... but Master Mors-"\n\n"He asked me to think over my decision, and I'm not done thinking. I'll just pay for, like, a straw pallet at the inn so I can spend the night, y'know... in contemplation, and give him an answer in the morning."\n\n"I... guess that makes sense," Jakson allows, nodding. "Alright, I'll let him know you'll be back in the morning." Then he nudges the horse back into motion and sets off, luckily too distracted by your apparent decision to ask why you didn't wait until you were actually in front of the inn to get off.\n\nOnce the wagon is mostly out of sight, you turn and hurry back the way you came. It's actually quite a bit faster for you to go on foot... the horse had to pull the wagon, after all, plus the wagon could only go so fast on this pathway, and Jakson wasn't exactly pushing it anyway. So there's still a fair bit of light left at the edge of the sky by the time you get back to where the path splits, but it's fading kind of fast. You find you're mostly worried about disgruntling your host... what if he has to wait on you? What if you get there only to find he's rescinded his offer because you made him wait? Jakson said the faster north path had bandits and monsters along it, but hey, you can fight, right? In... theory. Besides, you're gonna be going along it pretty quickly, and how dangerous can it really be considering that Bellweather lives right at the other end of it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the safe path.|GGMonk5x1]]\n\n[[Take the shorter path.|GGMonk1x6]]

You purse your lips together. It sounds like the 'dark elf' thing isn't much better than the witch thing... except for the fact that you'd be able to really, really piss Lauriel off by putting her in her place. The feeling that stirs in your petty, cruel little heart cinches it, and you nod. "I'll become a dark elf, then."\n\n"Hm, somehow I'm not surprised. Alright, stand still." The demoness closes her eyes and holds a hand out towards you. She's silent for a moment before saying, "Lolth, spinner of webs, dweller in the dark, keeper of secrets and ruler of souls, hear my appeal. Take this child as one of your people, make of her in the image of your own get, help her satisfy her hatred against your ancient enemy, and she shall serve you as all do."\n\nFor a moment nothing happens, and you're about to say something glib about the ridiculousness of praying to gods when you feel a sudden sharp, searing pain on your stomach. You clutch at it, then look down, watching with wide eyes as a red marking in the shape of a spider etches itself into your skin, its lower body forming a red ring around your bulleybutton.From the red, dark blue, almost black begins to spread, sweeping out over your skin and sides in a strange ticklish pressure that almost borders on pleasure. It slides up your breasts, which swell a bit larger as they're turned to the same blue-black with ink black nipples... then you give a cry as the color spreading up your back comes with the sound and feel of cracking and stretching as you're abruptly forced to grow taller, your legs twitching and feet twisting on the floor as your limbs grow longer and more supple. You toss your head, gritting your teeth against the pain of those changes as you can feel your ears growing longer and tapering to points, a heat all at your scalp signaling some sort of change there. When it all cuts off abruptly, your head jerks forward, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you open your eyes, then immediately wince at how bright it is.\n\nThere's the sound of fingers snapping, and the glare against your eyelids decreases. Squinting an eye open, you find the light levels much more tolerable and open both, first seeing a metallic platinum fall in front of them. Brushing back your(!) hair, you straighten up and look at the demon, who apparently caused the blackout drapes to fall over the windows. Despite no other lights being on in the room, you can see her just as clearly as before... better, even. She looks a bit smug, cupping her chin with one hand as she looks you up and down. "Wow, not just a Drow, but a Drow Noble. Lolth must have decided you're just her type, kid, she'll probably be expecting big things of you."\n\nYou lift your blue-black hands, turning them back and forth... your fingers seem a little longer and more slender now, just as elegant and graceful at even a few slight movements as Lauriel's. "What does that mean...?"\n\n"Mm, with gods, who can say? But if I were to take a guess... she expects you to take down Lauriel at the very least. Not just escape her or overcome her, but lay her low, make her suffer. Do that, you'll probably find a lot of things going your way." She quirks a brow. "Fail, and deal Lolth some secondhand humiliation? Let's just say you'd have had a lot better time selling your soul to me for eternity than the fate she'll come up with you."\n\nYou feel a shiver go through you, but manage to stand up straight to your new height, having gained at least several inches by the shift in perspective. "Alright, I get it. So I guess that leaves settling up my payment with you. You said you'd get something from both Lolth and me, right?"\n\n"Mhm. Of course the payment I'll get from a goddess for a loyal new soul is pretty much reward enough, so I'm just gonna ask something real simple from you."\n\nYour newly black-scleraed, red-glowing eyes widen as you watch her horse cock quickly thicken and lengthen as she grows hard. In a matter of seconds it's jutting forward, pointing at you, shaking a bit in the air with a particularly hard throb and with a pearly drop of pre welling from the tip.\n\n"Get me off once with that hot new dark elf bod," the demoness practically purrs.\n\n<hr>\n[[If you have to.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Mm, with pleasure.|MeanLove6x2]]

Maybe it's some kind of shift in mental perspective... or maybe all you've been through has just made you decide to stop holding back some innate perverted desires. But looking at that long, thick, throbbing inhuman dick has you licking your lips, and you smile sultrily at the demoness as you step forward to kneel in front of her, resting one hand on her hip and stroking that fat pole with the other. "Don't mind if I do," you purr, leaning in to drag your tongue up part of the shaft.\n\n"Mmm, now that's what I like to hear," the demoness coos in return, reaching a hand down to stroke over your platinum hair as you deliver little sucking kisses around the edge of her flare. She gives a soft gasp of pleasure as you flick the tip of your tongue into the opening of her prick, smiling down at you as you then duck your head to the side to run your lips and tongue along the side of the pole. "I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful bond. My name is Kyriex, remember it if you ever need to summon me."\n\n"Layla," you provide, smirking up at her right before shifting both hands to her hips to lean in and start licking and nuzzling at her balls, hearing the demoness give a pleasured sigh in response. You've only fooled around a little before with guys, but something about licking and sucking Kyriex just... feels good, like there's a warm, tingly pleasure washing over your lips and tongue wherever you use them to give her pleasure. It encourages you to do the best your secretly wicked little mind can come up with, sucking and licking at her heavy balls in their smooth purple sack, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose in the purple fur of her crotch, licking around the sheath that surrounds the base of her prick before licking your way back along its length. \n\nPressing your mouth to the head of her prick, letting the bulge at the front of the flare slide inside, you work your tongue over it eagerly, feeling it get coated with her pre as you use one hand to stroke and pump the shaft. You're not sure you can get it further into your mouth on your own really, and for a moment you can feel Kyriex's fingers tighten against your head as if she were going to shove you forward on it... a prospect you're viewing with mixed feelings, considering that your pussy's already dripping just from sucking on her this much. But after a moment she just strokes your hair, apparently allowing you not to force your jaw if you don't care to.\n\nDeciding to reward her, you instead draw back and lift yourself higher on your knees, so you can wrap your dark-skinned DD's around her shaft. Pressing your mouth against the tip again, you resume sucking and licking as you work your tits against her prick, squeezing and kneading them, stroking them up and down as much as you can. She moans, her pre almost spurting into your mouth, and the more of it that slides down your throat the more your pussy drools down your thighs. You're not sure whether the demoness is particularly turned on by having an enthusiastic dark elf partner or whether she's just not holding back, but she hisses out a "Cumming" a second before just doing that. The first shot of it fills your mouth and sets off your own orgasm as you swallow reflexively, making you toss back your head and gasp in pleasure, your thighs twitching and body trembling as long splatters of thick, creamy white rain down over your face and tits.\n\n"Haaaah... pretty nice, Layla," Kyriex announces in a rather dreamy tone, stepping back from you, her cock rapidly flopping back to limpness. "Like I said, don't forget to call me up if you need something. I definitely look forward to doing more business with you." With that, she disappears in a puff of purple smoke.\n\nYou straighten up, licking one of your sticky fingers clean... then blinking as the rest of the cum coating you starts sinking into your skin and hair. In moments, you're completely clean... and also feel an extra surge of energy and sharpness. There's an extra confidence to you, too, as you consider your options on how to defeat Lauriel. You're almost certain you can do this, now, if you don't make some dumb mistake. \n\nYou pick up the figurine used to summon Kyriex and return it to the shelf, pondering for a moment, then using a bit of minor magic you find you know to return it to its dusty appearance. Just in case. Now, what to do? A glance at the clock shows that there's about an hour of school left. Assuming Lauriel doesn't decide to skip out on last period, you've got about that long at least to make a plan to beat her, and you now know you're too confident in your ability to do so to leave now. So how to do it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use one of the figurines.|MeanLove6x3]]\n\n[[Find something else to use.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Put Lauriel at your mercy.|MeanDrow]]

You select Tifa Lockhart as your next target. The typical reminder comes up: 'No other targets may be returned from this mission! Mission will auto-fail under certain circumstances! An auto-fail will leave you at the prey's mercy for a certain time before you are recalled!' Just stuff for normal player Bounty Hunters, really, you're not too worried about it. Instead you grin as the walls start opening up and proffering you choices, holographic placards naming and detailing each one.\n\n<<if $mbtifa is false>><img src=https://i.imgur.com/j14UdI1.jpg?1><br>[[Misogybot Rifle|CapTifa-MBRStart]] - It won't actually turn the target into a robot. Rather its blasts are an electromagnetic field containing a number of nanobots that will enter the target's brain and form new, artificial neural pathways that will induce a state of mild euphoria and reinforce any and all ideas that the target's only value is as a sex object.<<endif>><<if $bottifa is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/vASszwX.jpg?1><br>[[Plasticine Pistol|CapTifa-PPStart]] - Three shots with this pistol will turn the target into a literal sexbot. All three are necessary for full conversion, but be warned, the mind wipe is contained in the third blast; after the second, the target will be stronger and faster than normal!<<endif>><<if $rubbertifa is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/IGew3FQ.png?1><br>[[Vulcanizer|CapTifa-RubStart]] - The Vulcanizer fires blobs of a heavy rubber-like substance. Once the target is completely covered with them, they will soak into the target's body and turn it completely into an immobile rubber sex doll.<<endif>><<if $sluttifa is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/wCVxHAk.jpg?1><br>[[Reconditioning Rifle|CapTifa-RRStart]] - This rifle actually doesn't do the reconditioning. Instead it's a simple dart rifle, with the dart delivering a payload that contains a combination mild tranquilizer, mild aphrodisiac, and transporter beacon. Once the latter activates, you and the target will be transported to the reconditioning room, where the target will be modified. Only carries one shot.<<endif>><<if $slavetifa is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/LDrqfg2.jpg?1><br>[[Collar Crossbow|CapTifa-CCStart]] - This weapon will fire a slave collar at the target. The collar will compel obedience and prevent acts of hostility or disruption towards the owner, but will not otherwise alter the target's personality or attitude.<<endif>><<if $furrayunlocked is true and $furtifa is false>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/ElV5rUA.jpg?1><br>[[FurRay|CapTifa-FRStart]] - Developed by Doctor Gina Diggers (unwillingly) using data from her sister, the energy of this pistol induces a form of lycanthropy based on the target's genes. Their intelligence will decrease and become "feral", and they will also go into heat; immediately satisfying this heat will secure their loyalty.<<endif>><<if $mbtifa is true and $bottifa is true and $rubbertifa is true and $sluttifa is true and $slavetifa is true and $furtifa is true>><br><br><img src=https://i.imgur.com/91yiQvg.jpg?2>[[Waifu Wand|CapTifa-WaifuStart]] - This simple device projects a neural field that creates associations in the target's brain, marking the wielder as someone they have a deep and abiding affection for. This affection will override any and all questions of the target's own preferences or morality, and is permanent. (Any resemblance to a real-life product is both intentional and hilarious.)<<endif>>\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true and $bottifa is true and $rubbertifa is true and $sluttifa is true and $slavetifa is true and $furrayunlocked is false and $tifacomplete is false>>There is one more weapon to capture Tifa with, but you haven't unlocked it yet. Return to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]] and explore <b>fur</b>ther.<<else if $tifacomplete is true>>Hey you shouldn't be here, this character's complete, go back to the [[mission room|Capture-MissionRoom]].<<endif>>

Almost more curious as to what use someone like Lauriel could have for a pig-spirit than anything else, you carefully pick up the figurine in both hands. Turning towards the large empty space in the middle of the study, which you now have a better idea of the purpose for, you lift the figurine and deliberately push power through it while calling, "I summon thee!"\n\nThere's a loud thud, and suddenly standing before you is an eight-foot-tall pigman. He's massively fat as one might expect, rolls of blubber cascading down his front, but not quite managing to hide the massive human-ish shaft hanging down over a pair of even larger balls, both practically brushing the floor due to his short, squat legs. He reaches up and scratches at his chest with one three-fingered hand, the tips of his fingers capped by hooflike nails. He snorts a breath from his pink nose past his large tusks, floppy ears giving a shake as he looks around, then focuses his small black eyes on you.\n\n"Yer not Lauriel," he declares after a moment of thought.\n\n"Nope," you agree, setting the figurine aside and folding your arms. \n\n"Good. She's a real bitch," the pigman declares, scratching his fat belly now. "Always summoning me so she can cut bits off of me when she's got dinner guests she wants to impress. Grows back, but don't care for it. Who would, yanno?" he adds with another oinklike snort.\n\n"Definitely gotta agree with that," you answer, making a face that's only a bit exaggerated for emphasis. "So, how would you like to get back at her?"\n\nThe pigman's scratching stops, and he just looks at you. You're not sure whether he's actually dull or if the question was actually more complex than you knew, because he doesn't answer for a bit, the cogs visibly turning behind his small porcine eyes. Finally he gives a snort and announces, "M'name's Pumpus, I'm a forgotten pig-god. Ain't much of anyone that remembers me... 'cept a few like Lauriel. Much as I hate what she does, ain't easy findin' acknowledgement anymore. If I lose her I might lose a bit more of m'self. You want me ta do somethin' 'bout her, yer gonna hafta make it worth m'while."\n\n"Well, <i>I'd</i> remember you!" you declare.\n\n"S'a lateral move at best, ain't it?" Pumpus replies immediately with a rather flat expression on his snout. Okay, definitely not entirely slow.\n\nOkay, so you're going to have to offer him something extra on top of getting back at Lauriel. You could offer him...\n\n<hr>\n[[... sex.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[... your friends.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[... Lauriel.|MeanLove6x5]]

"Why don't I let you have Lauriel?" you suggest, starting to grin.\n\n"Whatcha mean?" Pumpus asks, face screwing up a bit in a combination of suspicion and intrigue.\n\n"I want to get Lauriel out of the picture so I can be free, which incidentally means you're free of her too. I'll take over your figurine, so it's a lateral move yeah... but the bonus is, you get to keep Lauriel and do whatever you want with her."\n\n"Keep her," the pig-god grunts, though now a sparkle is coming into those dark eyes. "Like, forever keep her. Do whatever I want."\n\n"Yup! In fact, I've got a suggestion," you offer, grinning and beckoning him to bend down so you can whisper in one of those floppy ears.\n\nFifteen minutes or so after she sent the text to your phone, Lauriel opens the door and breezes in. "Slave, I hope you..." She trails off when you're not prostrating yourself in front of her in the entryway, and does a look around... and double-takes at the sight of you instead sitting casually on the staircase nearby, wearing a set of her crimson silk underwear and her extremely expensive designer sunglasses.\n\n"Hey, how's it going?" you chirp, raising a hand in a wave.\n\n"You... you..." You've never actually seen someone choke with rage, but it looks like she's coming close. Dropping her schoolbag, she raises her hands, obviously about to start channeling magic. "I don't know how you did this, you stupid bitch, but I'm going to make you sorrbweeeeee!"\n\nHer eyes go wide at the sudden unexpected squeal from her own mouth, hands clapping over it instead... then she yanks them back, staring at them as her fingers begin to join together, nails thickening and blackening, growing out to cover her fingertips. "No! No!" she cries, stumbling forward a little, almost tripping as her feet begin to change as well inside her shoes. "What's happening to bweeeeee?!" she cries, her nose starting to turn upward as the sound trills up into an inhuman squeal. She twists and jerks as her formerly flat, trim belly begins to bulge at her tight shirt, more bulges forming below her tits. She tears at the front of it with her hooflike hands, the turtleneck apparently strangling her as her slender neck grows thicker and plumper. She stares down in horror at her tits growing larger and softer, starting to overflow her bra, as multiple more pairs of big, fat, floppy tits start growing in below them.\n\n"N-no! Pumpus! You've betrayed bweeeeeee!" she calls, staggering forward only to fall to all fours, her skirt flipping up to show her panties tightening over her expanding ass, a curlicue tail already starting to poke out above the waistband of them. The pig-god himself comes trundling out from around the corner, hooffalls loud on the marble floor, his piggy eyes watching intently as her expanding waist snaps first the waistband of her skirt and then tears at her panties, the garment falling away to bare her round, fat ass and steadily pinker pussy. Lauriel looks over her shoulder at him, fear written all over her steadily more porcine face as her upturned nose and perfect jaw start pushing out into a snout, her long pointed ears flopping downward as they turn pinker. "No, no, noooooo!" she cries as Pumpus falls to his knees behind her and grabs her hefty hips with his big hands, her protests ending in another piggy squeal as he thrusts his jutting prick into her cunt.\n\nYou watch as Pumpus begins to fuck her, Lauriel grunting and squealing, the sounds becoming ever more piglike as her throat thickens and her snout grows in. Her pretty blue eyes retain their color, but the set of them becomes smaller and squintier. Her thickened chest finally snaps the clasps of her bra as well and it falls to the ground, leaving her hefty, fat, soft pink tits to sway and wobble beneath her along with the other four, some of her thick, engorged nipples practically brushing the ground. As Pumpus announces with a grunt, "Gonna put lots and lots of piglets in you, sow," you can see her eyes rolling with terror... and her body trembling with orgasm, another porcine squeal escaping her snout as her former captive spirit begins pouring cum into her and impregnating her with his inhuman get.\n\n<hr>\n[[Laugh derisively.|MeanLove6ax1]]\n\n[[Congratulate Pumpus.|MeanLove6x6]]

"I hope you guys have a very happy eternity together," you chirp as you stand up, walking over to the mating pair. Putting your hands on your hips, you lean forward, making sure the Lauriel-pig is looking right at you as you add, "And I hope you both always remember who made it happen for you."\n\n"M'grateful, truly," Pumpus grunts even as he obviously continues pouring his load into his new humanoid breeding sow. "Call on me anytime." With that, and with a final animal squeal of protest from the Lauriel-pig, he disappears without any effect whatsoever, leaving nothing but a light spatter of his and her cum on the floor to indicate he was actually there.\n\nYou heave a satisfied sigh, rolling your shoulders. Not only have you gotten rid of your tormenter, but you're pretty sure that condemning her to spend the rest of the existence of the universe as a fat, squealing pig-woman constantly being fucked by a blubbery pig-man and pumping out his squealing pig-children will satisfy both your lust for vengeance and Lolth's. So now that you're free, you suppose the first thing to do is to find something to remove this stupid collar.\n\n... Actually, no. The first thing you do is sit down in one of the chairs of the hallway, scooch down, and slide a hand down the front of Lauriel's... now your... panties and start pumping two fingers into your wet pussy, leaning your head back and moaning full-throated. You think about sucking Kyriex's cock, you think about watching Pumpus fucking the transforming Lauriel, but mostly what you think about, and the image in your mind as your pussy flutters and clenches around your eagerly-thrusting fingers, was the look of shock, humiliation, and despair in the Lauriel-pig's eyes just before she disappeared.\n\nAfter you finish your little masturbation session, you retire to Lauriel's study, looking through her things until you find a stone that works as a release for the collar. You then call up the most expensive delivery place in town, leaving instructions for them to leave the food in front of the door and pick up their payment from the box next to it... you don't know how to make yourself appear human, like Lauriel did, and until you do you won't even be able to order food without that silly extra step. To that end, after you've eaten, you resign yourself to one of your least favorite activities... studying... and pick out a book on basic magic spells from the study to take into the den to read.\n\nYou're sipping at some of <i>your</i> new brandy and flipping through the book when something on the table with your drink glass catches your eye. It's just out of the corner of it, but after a moment, there's a distinctive scuttle, your mind immediately providing 'spider'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Squish it!|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Wait, no.|MeanLove6x7]]

You curb your reflexive reaction as you recall the shape of the mark around your bellybutton (currently on display since you haven't bothered to get properly dressed yet). Instead you turn a bit in the chair to look, then stare at what you see.\n\nThe creature is a bit smaller than your palm, and for the most part does look like a spider... specifically, a tarantula, fuzzy and black. Except that the tarantula part of the body has only six legs, and where the 'head' would be on a normal spider, instead starts the waist of a miniature woman... well, miniature Drow. She's naked, bare except for silver rings piercing her nipples, a chain between them dangling with something that look like charms but are too tiny for you to make out properly, as well as a collar around her neck and bracers around her forearms. Her hair is white streaked with black, matching the faint black streaks on her body (black-on-black, you doubt anyone but a dark elf would even be able to tell).\n\n"Greetings from Lolth, honored new child!" the strange thing chirps in a surprisingly clear voice.\n\n"... Thanks?" you reply, tilting your head.\n\n"... Is that all you have to say when our goddess sends you a messenger personally, girl?" the spidery miniature elf huffs, resting her hands on the fuzzy area just below her waist.\n\n"Uh, sorry." You shake your head. "Just... I'm really new to all this and..." You trail off, then reach forward and gently poke one of her little bare tits.\n\nShe squeaks and immediately hops backwards, covering herself with both arms. "Hey! Rude!"\n\n"Just checking if you were real. Sorry again." You lean your head down closer to her. "What <i>are</i> you?"\n\nShe lets out a surprisingly gusty sigh for such a tiny thing, then folds her arms over her chest, causing an almost inaudible jingle from her nipple-chain. "I'm a Nid. When a Drow displeases the goddess, but not quite enough to earn an eternity of torment, they become a Nid after they die. The larger the transgression or transgressions, the tinier the Nid. Only by serving the goddess and being useful to her do we gain in size. When we become the size of a full Drider, we're allowed to be reincarnated and try again."\n\n"Huh. ... Right, and so the smaller you start-"\n\n"The longer it takes. Especially at the start, since the smaller you are the harder it is to do anything of any import," the Nid confirms. "So be warned, new girl!" she adds dramatically, flinging her arms up, as well as rising up on four legs to add a threatening gesture from two of her spider legs.\n\n"Duly warned. You, like, want some of this booze or something?"\n\n"Oh." She blinks as she lowers herself back to all sixes. "... Yes please."\n\nYou spend a few moments looking around for something she could use, finally settling on some fairly small shot glasses. Pouring a bit of brandy into one, you set it in front of her, watching as she uses both hands to pick it up. "You got a name, or...?"\n\n"I am Kavi," she answers as she takes a sip, her face briefly absolutely adorable as she virtually sparkles at the taste.\n\n"Layla," you answer, unable to help grinning.\n\n"Laylith," she says in a corrective tone before taking another gulp.\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"Most Drow names end with 'lith'. I used to be Kavilith, but I lost the right to it when I became a Nid, that's why I'm just Kavi. You can't be Layla where you're going, it'd stick out too bad. Ah, that's right, that's why I'm here." She sets the shot glass down, coughs into one hand, then points at you. "Laylith, formerly Layla Mercer, the goddess Lolth commends you on your handling of the high elf Lauriel! Not only did you cunningly turn her own power on her, not only did you deal her a humiliating and permanent defeat, but you handled a god with cunning and grace! It's that sort of mindset that the goddess would like to see more of from her people! So you are commanded to gather what you will from the high elf's home in the next three days, before burning it to the ground! You will instead move to the Drow city of Korankanzen, there to establish House Mercer, and to prove yourself to the goddess with your success and example... or earn her displeasure with your failure!"\n\n"... But..." You glance around, at the beautiful things you've just taken ownership of... oh yeah, and the old life you have outside of them that you'd started to think of reclaiming.\n\n"Hey, listen, this is a command from the goddess herself, toots," Kavi scolds, hands on her thorax again. "It's actually a huge favor, too, do you know how many converts get to start up their own House? It hasn't happened in over 3,000 years! So you better get to prepping and packing, because if you turn this down, no matter how well you do for yourself up here, the very best you could hope for is to wind up like me after you die. Unless you want to spend a few thousand years as Lay, scuttling about picking up spare change for Drow the goddess has decided to favor with minor fortune, you'll do it!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Stay.|MeanLove]]

"Kevin, c'mon," you mutter, putting a hand to his chest and squirming a bit beneath his own hand, but not quite pulling away.\n\n"Hm, what's the matter? You wanna eat first? I mean if it's about the taste, there's some chocolate syrup that-"\n\n"No!" you blurt, cheeks burning with a blush. "I-it's not that, I mean..."\n\n"What is it, then?" He frowns, shifting in place, his cock still straining at his jeans.\n\n<hr>\n[["You said we'd take turns."|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[["Don't you like girls?"|QOKevPorn]]\n\n[["Not here."|QOKevPorn]]

"I'll come out with you, sure," you agree, setting aside the controller and hitting the all-purpose 'Off' button on the nearby remote, since you hadn't made any particular noteworthy progress yet.\n\n"Oh, wonderful!" she chirps, putting her hands together. "I know they might not be <i>too</i> exciting, but having you along will still make my day!"\n\nYou have to admit that hearing stuff like that sort of makes it worth it, even if you do get bored. You pull on your shoes and hop up, following her to the elevator, where the two of you ride down to the garage level. Climbing into Hazel's satin black Austin Healey (the top currently up), she sets off and out through the city, which you take the opportunity to get more of a look at. It's not like you've been a <i>complete</i> homebody the last two months, but most of your excursions have either been to school, to a few places near the building, or at night, not giving you much of a chance to actually see the city in its day-to-day glory. ... Huh, it really does look like those old Britcoms that PBS licenses for cheap doesn't it? You're not sure why that's a little weird to you but it is.\n\nEventually Hazel pulls the car up to the curb outside what looks like a small curio/magic shop, and the two of you get out. Rather than going right in, your mother pauses at the door and knocks three times on the left side of the doorframe, before opening it and letting you proceed in ahead of her. You blink a little at the sight ahead of you... while the interior isn't any <i>wider</i> than the appearance of the shop (barely enough for two rows of shelves in the middle as well as the ones along the walls), it seems to go back... well, further than you can see, the back of the shop actually disappearing into the distance despite being a straight shot.\n\n"The book I need will be a ways back, I'm afraid," Hazel muses aloud, frowning a little, before giving you a smile and ruffling your hair. "Eric darling, please stay here. And I know you might be inclined to get curious, but try not to touch anything, alright? I'll be a half hour, tops, but just look with your eyes. Ah, or head around the corner, there's a little comic shop there I think, but no further than that, alright?" She plucks a twenty euro note out of seemingly thin air and presses it into your palm, then heads off down the aisles, turning to the side at one point and effectively disappearing from view.\n\nHuh. Well, you did know she was a witch, after all. Still, getting so casually Diagon Alleyed is very weird. You absently take a look around the nearby shelves, noting that they mostly seem to be filled with an assortment of small glass and crystal objects that practically beg to be picked up and fondled so that they gleam in the light.\n\n<hr>\n[[Look with your eyes.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Look with your hands|RunFF6x1]]\n\n[[Look for that comic shop.|RunFF5x2]]

Best not to tempt yourself. You head back out the front door, assuming that Hazel meant the nearest corner. You round it and sure enough there's a small shopfront that reads 'Extremely British Comics'. You head inside, and... wow somehow even the colors on the covers seem muted, which is weird for comics. That starts to become a little clearer as you walk through, though, and notice that the selection seems a little... limited. Eventually you walk up to the counter and address the large, jowly man behind it. "Hi. Ah... I notice you have a lot of Hellblazer, Swamp Thing, some Miracleman trades, and a ton of copies of Watchmen and... ah..."\n\n"Well, wot is it?" the man grunts.\n\n"... Do you have anything that <i>isn't</i> by Alan Moore?" you ask. Sometimes there's only so much rape and gore you can stand, even being a post-millennium comics reader.\n\n"Oy, doessa sign say or doesn'it say <i>Extremely British Comics</i?" he growls.\n\nYou glance at the window, then back at him. "Ah, well, then how about a copy of 'The Secret Service', that comic they based the Kingsman movie off of?"\n\n"We got 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'," he mutters, reaching forward to tap a trade paperback propped up next to the register.\n\nThat makes you perk up a bit. "Oh hey, the movie with Sean Connery? They had Alan Moore do the comic adaptation? Cool, I bet the studio didn't let him put any rape in there either."\n\n"... <b><i>GET OUT</b></i>!" the jowly man roars (or shrieks more like, if you're honest), trying to surge to his feet as his vehemence makes you go scrambling for the door. "CURSE-YE-HAME-MOORE! MAY YOU BE VIOLENTLY SEXUALLY ASSAULTED BY EVERY FIGURE OF CLASSICAL LITERATURE EVER!"\n\nYou almost run headlong into Hazel, who blinks and steadies you. "Dear, what is it?" Once you explain a bit breathlessly, she frowns. "Hm, I see." She turns towards the shopfront and waggles her fingers, muttering, "I cast 'Small Your Dick'." Then she pauses briefly before looking confused, and then finally shrugging. "Usually there's a noise of dismay, the difference must have been minimal." She pats your head a few times, then says, "Well, come along, we'll get a pop to forget that unpleasant experience before heading to the next errand."\n\nYou can't help but feel like you've just had a somewhat alienating encounter, and briefly pause to pluck a piece of straw that fell off the comic store owner from your shoulder and flick it away. Then you follow after Hazel, climbing back into the car.\n\nAfter the stop at a nice soda shop, the two of you head to the next stop, which is on the edge of town. Hazel again knocks three times on the left side of a doorway, though this one is the entrance to a large, semi-open building that seems to be a farmer's market of some kind. Of course once you step inside it's somewhere like a cross between that 'Troll Town' scene from Hellboy 2 and... well, and a farmer's market. There are still plenty of humans walking around, but you also spot at least a handful of obvious non-human ones, including hulking figures that walk slightly on their knuckles, but most of whom are wearing something similar to butcher's attire. You try not to stare at everything as Hazel plucks up a handbasket from a stack of them. "Try to stick close dear," she chirps, heading off down the aisles but apparently not trying too hard to make sure you don't actually wander off.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stick close.|RunFF5x3]]\n\n[[Explore.|RunFF]]

You are waaaay too old (certainly in your own personal opinion) to wind up getting the equivalent of some sort of lost child announcement made about you. Plus you definitely don't want to find out what this place considers a lost child waiting area, that is if they don't just immediately turn you into a leprechaun or a mushroom or something and laugh at you. You'll stick close to Hazel... you can probably get a decent enough look around that way anyway.\n\nIt's definitely an interesting experience. It's not like it's all magical weird stuff... in fact you'd say at least 3/4 of the booths and stands in here are selling completely normal produce and manned by normal looking human people. It's the other 1/4 that are things like women with stained glass like patterns on their skin selling piles of oddly-colored dust, or people with slender bodies and pointy ears selling strange-looking mushrooms (some of which seem to be moving?), and then there's booths where the person behind them looks totally normal and it's their wares that are strange, and others where the person doing the selling might be some auburn-skinned hulk but they've just got normal-seeming fish laid out in front of them.\n\nYou basically do your best not to stare as you follow Hazel around, and to act normal when she introduces you to people she's acquainted with, however odd those people might be. (Isn't that how human interaction works anyway? It usually seems to for you. That in its own way is weirdly comforting in this situation.) Your mother buys a variety of items both mundane and fantastical, transferring them to bags and leaving the basket at the gate, and with your help loading things into the trunk, putting one of the bags in a cooler.\n\n"There! Everything should keep perfectly fine, even though my last errand is a bit out in the country," Hazel says as she sets the car in motion. She gives you an apologetic look as she says, "I'm sorry that it's such a crazy distance, dear, but we'll be driving for almost half an hour. It's something of a long trip but I hope you'll be able to manage."\n\nYou consider telling her you actually had to ride a bus for several <i>days</i> to get to WorldLand, where this all started, but you decide to just nod along. You've learned that one of the important parts of living in Britain is to just shut your mouth and not puncture their odd worldview that comes with living on a tiny little island when it comes up. Instead you just pull out your DS and start playing on it, occasionally glancing up as the city gradually peels away to turn into rolling green hills and pastures. (At least it's a nice bright, sunny day out. For once. Which is probably why at one point Hazel pulls to the side of the road to put the top down.)\n\nHazel pulls off of paved roads and onto something a bit more like a cart path at some point, though it's only a bit bumpier... it looks like this probably isn't the first car to come down here, or probably even Hazel's first time driving it by how confident she seems navigating it. She eventually stops in front of a higher hill, where you see some stony ruins atop it. They're definitely not a full 'Stonehenge' sort of thing, but you can't help being put in mind of it. It definitely makes a bit more sense now why Hazel wanted to come out here, being that she's a witch and all, you guess. She turns off the car and gets out. "I may be a little while, dear," she cautions. "Probably best if you stay in the car and don't go poking around, alright? You've got the extra power bank and everything?" At your nod and a waggle of the present Sir Rupert gave you, she gives you a winning smile. "Alright then, I'll be back in... probably an hour at the most." She gives you a little wave, then heads off... oddly enough not for the ruins, but around the side of the hill and towards the nearby treeline. Hm.\n\nWell. You'll at least <i>try</i> to listen and do what she said. Although it really only takes twenty minutes before you find yourself becoming desperately bored. If you were at home with tons of things to do you'd probably be absolutely enthralled with this game... but of course, out here in the middle of nowhere, where it's literally the only thing to do other than what you're not supposed to, it has quickly become a chore that you'd almost rather do anything than keep playing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just put up with it.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Go exploring.|RunFF5x4]]

Well. Hazel really only said it was <i>probably</i> best if you stayed in the car. She didn't flip out with prophecies of doom and destruction if you got out and looked around, so really how bad could it be if you did? You close your DS and set it aside, then clamber out of the car and take a look around. Let's see... there's the [[woods|RunFF5x5]] where Hazel went, you could go try to get a peek at what she's doing. (It's not like she said it was really a secret, after all, that just seemed heavily implied by her whole... leaving you behind and going off on her own.) Or there's the [[ruins|RunFF]] up at the top of the hill, you could get a look at those, people do seem to love poking around old rocks put there by ancient weirdos, for some reason. Or you could just [[wander around|RunFF]] a little bit before coming back to the car, basically just for the sake of it.

You've got to admit, after the other tastes of what Hazel has shown you today, you're kind of getting more and more curious. You're really beginning to get interested in knowing more about this whole thing... maybe you should tell Hazel you've reconsidered about the whole 'superhero' thing and she could start teaching you about this magical stuff? Well, you can think about that later, after you've actually seen whatever it is she's doing.\n\nYou set off in the same direction she went, keeping an eye out for any signs of your mother or anyone else, for that matter. You do kind of want to see her before she sees you, if only by a little... just to get an authentic glimpse of whatever magical ritual she's doing. You make it into the woods without any real incident, or sight of her, though you do notice that it definitely feels and seems a bit... well, magical in here. Only little beams of light make it in through the closely-grown canopy of the trees, and yet you seem to be able to see perfectly fine... it's dim and bright all at once, and the air has a close-in and yet energetic feeling to it.\n\nYou're not entirely sure where she went, so you just keep heading in a general line. Eventually you think you hear her voice, and also something that sounds like an animal huffing and grunting. Readjusting course a little, you follow the noises... which you can't help but notice seem to be becoming lewder as you get closer. That's definitely your mother's voice alright... but she's moaning and gasping in a rather unmistakable way, along with those bestial grunts and huffs, as well as the noise of flesh being impacted and wet sounds. What in the world...?\n\nThen you round a tree and spot her a bit in the distance, halting and staring with wide eyes. That's Hazel alright... completely naked, bent forward and braced against a tree, her face flushed and auburn hair in disarray, little glasses slightly askew and her curvaceous body glistening with sweat. The source of the animalistic noises is a man... well, sort of. He's truly massive, with immense shoulders and muscles, his tattooed skin the color of tree bark, his thick, long hair with a color and texture both rather like moss, and massive many-pointed horns rising from his forehead. His lower body is patterned and colored like a stag, including the style of the pointed hooves he has in place of feet, though his fur is thicker and shaggier than any deer you've ever seen. And that includes the fur covering his massive balls that are swaying as he thrusts, pumping a truly massive thick, vein-covered, glistening pink shaft into Hazel's dripping cunt, his bestial thrusts impacting his furry hips against her generous ass and causing heavy jiggling. You can also see a slight bulge in Hazel's lightly-padded stomach every time the creature thrusts forward, showing just how thick and long that inhuman prick truly is.\n\nYou've definitely discovered what your adopted mother was doing out here in the woods: getting fucked by some sort of... nature spirit or fairy or something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Stare in shock.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Run off in shame.|RunFF]]\n\n[[Jerk off.|RunFF]]

<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7eRCDXq.jpg>\n\nYou did see fit to include at least one area for actually watching movies, playing games, and whatnot. After all, even if you don't care to do that yourself in your virtual space, some of your favored slaves will be allowed to use it at their whim. (And hey, it's always fun to give the less-favored ones something to clean.) The steps from the entrance lead down to the lower area, where a shallow U of low white couches are aimed at a large flat-screen TV, the rest of the area dotted with artistic flourishes you pretty much yanked off an interior decorating site, such as the rounded triangle of a glass table and the pair of stone balls atop it for decoration, one roughly the size of a softball, the other more like a volleyball. Behind the TV area is a wall of glossy black, topped with a blue area... at the touch of the access panel near the stairs, part of the wall will slide away to reveal a functioning holosuite, if you cared to get some virtual reality going on inside your virtual reality.\n\n<hr>\n[[Upper Level.|Capture-HabUL]]

"Listen, whatever that is, it's yours, right?" you say slowly. At Liam's own slow nod, you give your head a shake. Maybe it's guilt for the intense greed you felt earlier, maybe it's just that taking advantage of the situation feels wrong, but you continue with, "Then it's none of my business. You don't need to buy me off, I promise I won't tell anyone what I saw."\n\nLiam just stares at you for long moments, face unreadable. When he speaks, it's to say, "You really mean that?"\n\n"Yeah, sure. Like I said, I promise."\n\nLiam tilts his head a little as he considers, before he smiles and holds up a finger. "Alright, I'll tell you what. Even if you don't want a reward, considering our little, ah, special connection from the other night," he continues, eyes twinkling as you blush. "If you really mean it and don't tell anyone about what you saw for an entire year, I'll give you something way more valuable than anything you saw in there. Ah ah ah," he cuts in, wagging the finger as you open your mouth. "Don't think of it as incentive, think of it as a 'thank you'. Or maybe I just want to see what happens. Either way, just over a year from now, on the day of the first snowfall, if you haven't told anyone or betrayed my secret, you'll get my most valuable possession in return. In the meantime, you can have my friendship."\n\n"... Okay," you say after a moment, resisting the urge to shrug. It's such a strange and difficult to comprehend situation, but you guess when it's put like that, it just seems rude to turn it down.\n\n"Alright, so, come over here and let's have a talk like you wanted," he suggests. "You needed to talk about what happened, right?"\n\nAdmitting to yourself that you do really need that talk, you head over and sit down. It's hard to get out at first, since you're afraid Liam might tease you or use the opportunity to press you further to do something with him, but it turns out that he's actually an attentive listener, mostly interjecting here and there, suggesting things that help you think about your feelings. By the time the sun is setting you're not entirely sure you have all the answers, but you do think you're kind of closer to understanding a little more about yourself, maybe even being more comfortable with yourself. One thing's for sure... you're glad you didn't screw up this friendship just to grab a gold coin.\n\nClasses begin, and you settle into the routine of doing classwork, studying, and starting to have a bit of a social life. Liam has a real knack for knowing just which social events he's attending to invite you to, from hanging out with a handful of friends to parties around and off campus, so that you never wind up feeling overwhelmed or pressured. You're still figuring yourself out, but you're more comfortable with who you are and who you know than you have been since... well, ever, really, and you suppose you have to credit that to his influence. You even manage to start asking girls out with more confidence, thus avoiding any repeats of the previous little adventure (which you find yourself growing more okay with over time anyway), and eventually start dating one, a girl named Alexa who you quickly grow very fond of. Except...\n\n"I just can't seem to move things forward with her anymore," you complain as spring break approaches. "It feels like I've hit a wall where we go out, we have a nice date, we wish each other goodnight, and that's it."\n\n"So you're trying to get invited in or something?" Allen asks, raising an eyebrow.\n\n"No, it's not that. ... It's not <i>just</i> that," you admit with a sigh, leaning back in your chair as the two of you talk. "I'd like to, yeah, but mostly because I want to feel like we're just going somewhere. I've been seeing her for months now and it feels like we're just killing time right now."\n\n"Well I've seen a few of Alexa's exes. They're all major clothes horses, from what I could tell," Allen muses, rubbing his chin. "All designer brands, the sort of guys that have a different sport jacket to wear every day. Maybe that's what she's looking for from you, y'know? Wanting you to step it up a bit in the wardrobe department, show her you're her sort of guy and all."\n\nYou frown a little at the thought. Could that be it? Could expensive clothes be what you need to show Alexa that you're her guy after all? You don't want to lose her to boredom or just turning into an occasional date-friend...\n\n... but the money set aside to buy clothes with is nowhere near enough to buy a fresh wardrobe of high-end designer clothing, especially since you'd probably have to have it tailored to fit. Even if you got a job on the side, there's no jobs around here that would pay that kind of money, and certainly not fast enough that you could do it before... well, whatever vague deadline you have in your head for Alexa dumping you.\n\n'Bet just one of those gold coins would cover a nice new wardrobe though,' part of your brain suggests. You can't help but flick your gaze to where your keys are sitting on the desk... including a key to Liam's dorm room, given to you so you could borrow art supplies when you wanted, since he's gotten you interested in the subject. 'C'mon, you could be in, and out, grab a coin, he'd probably never notice it's gone. It's not the same as telling someone it's there, right? That's what he didn't want to happen, so as long as you don't tell anyone where you got the money, it's fine!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, that's true.|GwynLiam5end1x1]]\n\n[[Fuck off with that.|GwynLiam5x3]]

There's really only so pissed-off you feel like you can risk making her. Swallowing hard, you hit the 'Answer' button. Baal's image pops up on the screen, with a view of your living room behind her, and some odd panting, moaning sounds in the background.\n\n"Now, I told you to wait right where you were, and you didn't," Baal says flatly, but something about the tone says she's seething. "I was ready to make you work a little bit for forgiveness, but now you're just pissing me off. So get your ass back here, or... well, here."\n\nShe turns the phone, the view skewing wildly as she refocuses on something else, specifically the source of that panting and moaning. Your eyes widen at the sight of your mother on all fours on the carpet, naked, her large breasts swaying under her as one of the neighbors' dogs rides her back, his cock slamming into her pussy. The dog's panting, of course, and your mother's moaning in obvious pleasure, although the sound is oddly changing. Your already shocked eyes widen just a little further as you watch her ears start to lengthen to points and her nose and mouth to push out, beginning to form a muzzle, while a second pair of breasts start pushing out below her original pair, fur starting to spread from below where the dog is clutching her back.\n\nYou're sitting frozen as the view on the phone swings back to Baal. "I'd get back here pretty fast if I was you. If you dawdle, she might be an actual dog by the time you get here, and not everyone's mind lasts very long in a body like that, especially if I have a couple of more dogs fuck her while I'm waiting. Choice is yours." The call ends, and you stare at the blank screen for several moments.\n\nBaal isn't just having your mother fucked by a dog... she's having your mother fucked <i>into</i> a dog!\n\n<hr>\n[[Hurry home.|QOBaal]]\n\n[[Keep running.|QOBaal]]

No way you're staying around to find out if Baal is pissed at you. She was already kind of scary before, now that you know she can use actual magic she's <i>terrifying</i>. You yank on some jeans over your sleeping pants and shove your bare feet into shoes, racing down the stairs and out the door without even mentioning anything to your mother, an unprecedented thing for you, but desperate times.\n\nYou head in the opposite direction from Maya's house and run until you get tired, then walk for awhile, then finally stop and slump to sit on a bench to catch your breath. Glancing around, you don't really recognize the part of town you're in... well, good, if you don't know where you are, there's even less chance Baal does. You slump some on the bench, wondering when it will be safe for you to go home... and almost jump out of your skin as your phone beeps. You lift it up and see that it's a request for a video call... from Baal. She must be pretty serious if she's wanting to actually look you in the face while she talks. Maybe you should take the call...\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer.|QOBaal3x2]]\n\n[[Run some more.|QOBaal]]

The lower level of the hab is not as pretty and sleek as the upper levels. While there's still that clean white plastic style and perfect ambiant white light, there's also a fair bit of equipment visible down here, relevant to running the functioning of the rest of the hab. (Technically the hab doesn't need it, being virtual, but you liked the authenticity.) This is also where you store the less, shall we say, aesthetic of your slaves... the ones who are more all about the pump-and-dump, use-and-abuse, cum-and-go, as it were.\n\n<hr>\n[[Misogybot Storage.|Capture-HabMBS]]\n\n[[The Slut Gallery.|Capture-HabSG]]\n\n[[The Doll Room.|Capture-HabDoll]]\n\n[[Reclamation.|Capture-HabRec]]\n\n[[Main Hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

"Didn't you forget whatsisface... that Frankenclowner guy?" You tilt your head a bit, wondering if he actually forgot one of his fellow mascots.\n\n"Pshaw! That guy!" Herschel waves a hand forward dismissively again. "He ain't no buddy of mine!" Then he heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders flopping. "But th' best friend is a friend ta even th' unfriendly. I guess maybe I did hear 'bout ol' paint-pus havin' some sorta problem. He needs some kinda flowers for one of his magic tricks, but it's off in a part of th' park where he can't go. Aw, I don't even know why that weirdo can't get 'em for himself, but I guess if ya got some for 'im, it'd help 'im out. Just don't expect 'im to be too grateful or nothin'!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go get the flowers.|HerschelHorse5x2]]\n\n[[Lemme hear what the other problems were again.|HerschelHorseStart2]]

"Find out what the nearest town is!" Hurgen bellows as you turn your horse off the road and towards the nearby fields surrounded by low fences, the children playing nearby all perking up and looking over at the shout.\n\n"I <i>know</i>!" you call back with a bit of a snort, guiding your steed with a skill that now belongs to years of long practice and experience rather than just innate points.\n\n"And a decent inn!" Kovam calls.\n\n"I <i>will</i>!" you shout back, rolling your eyes good-naturedly as you hear Koliel laughing a bit behind you. Absently you reach up and scratch at a bit of scar tissue on your shoulder... sheesh, that whole Great Wyrm business didn't work out, and lately Kovam's been saying he wants to have another crack at it. You'd think the grey that's starting to show in his hair might change his mind... or hell, maybe that's <i>why</i> he's so keen to finally find his kingdom. Frankly at this point you'd rather he just buy one, you think as you approach the farmer who's stopped in his work and is watching your approach, his shoulder-length hair and beard almost blending together in a shaggy black mane as the children cluster around his legs calling 'Papa! Papa, adventurers, Papa!' excitedly. "Excuse me, sir, I was wondering if you could-" you say as you draw up to the fence.\n\nYour throat tightens at the sight of the dark eyes looking up at you. You remember them very well... though the last time you saw them they were full of pain, and the times before that full of lewd intent. You see neither now... just a normal man's eyes, with a hint of worry, but all the same, there's a smile on his face beneath the beard.\n\nYou open and close your mouth a few times, taking a look around. The fields look well-tended and healthy... the farmhouse nearby is no mansion, but it looks comfortable and well-kept. You can make out a pair of women hanging out laundry in a variety of sizes, at least some of the garments too small to belong to the children in front of you. Swallowing, you look back at him.\n\n"Hyldal. S'a city, about two days down the road," he says before you can find your words. "You'll want the Capering Orc Inn. They serve the kind of sour ale he likes."\n\n"Right. ... Yeah, right." You smile at him, feeling your eyes sting a little. "Thanks. I mean... y'know," you add. You open your mouth once more, feeling there's something more that should be said, but close it when you can't find anything. Instead you just nod, before turning your horse and making your way back towards the road and the others.\n\n"Did you know that lady, Papa?" one of the children asks behind you as you ride away.\n\n"Hm. Well, she seemed familiar. Maybe Papa met her in another life," the farmer says philosophically, making you smile as a tear slips down your cheek.\n\n"Is everything alright, Cyan?" Koliel asks as you return, noticing you wiping at your face. "Did that man say something?"\n\n"Nah. Nah, I mean, he's just a farmer after all," you answer, gesturing down the road to indicate you should keep going. You flash a grin at your friend. "Seemed like a nice guy, though."\n\n<b>Kovam's Crew</b> end - <i>Just a farmer</i>

Deciding that maybe some fresh air and sunshine is just the thing you need to make you long for locking yourself inside a dark room with your computer again... er, wait, let's try that once more. Deciding that getting some exercise is just what you need to reinvigorate yourself, you decide to head to the park to walk around for awhile and maybe find something interesting to do. Adjusting your sunglasses a bit, you head off down the sidewalk, heading in the general direction of Deviville Park.\n\nDeviville Park is big. Like, really big. Like possibly a little bigger than a normal park should be, maybe even a little bigger than it seems to be to judge from the gates. Usually the city council gives explanations like a historical land grant with the agreement that it be protected from being developed as anything else besides a park, or zoning issues that are part of the state constitution, stuff like that. Mostly it just means that while there's only one real park in Deviville, most people aren't left complaining about the lack.\n\nYou meander on in through one of the big black iron entrance gates that were installed in the early 1900's or something like that, pausing to look at a map of the... well, a map of the <i>general</i> area of the park. Let's see... you could go to the <b>[[Dog Park|GGDogStart]]</b> area and look at the cute puppies (and possibly the cute people who own them), you could go to the <b>[[Exercise Area|GGParkPlaceholder]]</b> and maybe actually work off some of this morning's Mountain Dew, you could go to the <b>[[Exhibition Grounds|GGParkPlaceholder]]</b> and see if there's maybe some little summer fair or something going on, or you could head towards the <b>[[Wooded Area|GGParkPlaceholder]]</b> and engage in a minor act of rebellion by actually stepping off the park path and wandering around in actual nature for awhile.\n

Smiling, you leave your staff resting against a tree to get up and saunter towards Drake, putting some sway in your hips... which definitely gets his attention as he looks over at you. "Hey, Drake," you say in a quiet voice, leaning down to rest your hands on his thighs. "Since we're the only two out here... how about we have a little fun, yeah?" You slide your hands upwards and in along his inner thighs before slipping them back down, repeating the motion, making it very clear what sort of fun you mean.\n\nHe shivers a bit, before pulling his eyes up from the generous cleavage your stance is displaying. "Ah... not that I'm opposed, but I <i>am</i> supposed to be standing watch in case something nasty shows up."\n\nHm, good point. Still, you have an immediate solution, bringing one hand up and flicking it through the air before settling it back on his thigh... but only after you've tugged down your top and let your full breasts wobble free. "I just cast an alarm spell. If anything hostile approaches, we'll have plenty of warning." Grinning wickedly, you sink to your knees between his legs and slide your hands up to undo the laces of his pants and tug them open. "At worst the other two rush out here to find us doing naughty things to each other. And wouldn't that be just the worst?" you add teasingly as you pull his already mostly hard cock free, cooing a little at the slender length of it.\n\nApparently that combined assault erodes whatever lingering objections he had, and he leans back a little on the short boulder he's sitting on as you lean in to drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. He rests his hand on your head, stroking over your hair, though you also feel him give your head a few nudges to change the angle. ... Ah, right, your horns. Well, you can be careful. You suck at the sides and bottom of his shaft with kisslike motions, flicking your tongue against it in between those motions. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips parted as he watches you, and after a moment he shifts his hips as you grab at the waistband of his pants, helping you tug them down enough that you can lean in to lick and kiss at his balls as well. Now, with the combined cover of his angle, the pulled-down pants, and your tits, you're confident that he can't see as you shift your loincloth aside and start stroking your own cock. Mmm, that <i>does</i> feel good. There's something deliciously wicked about slowly, steadily jerking yourself off as you use your mouth on someone else's prick too. You raise your other hand to wrap around his shaft, using the same stroke on his and yours as you flick your tongue over the underside of the head, then tilt him forward to slide your mouth over it, eyes rolled up to watch his face as you slowly engulf more and more of it.\n\nYou don't have that much experience with this, but your body's apparently a natural (you are part succubus, of course, if you remember the book right). There's no hint of needing to gag as he slides inside your throat, your lips meeting your fingers as you give short jerking motions to stroke him off into your mouth. He moans more steadily, shivering visibly, his voice breathy as he says, "Cyan... Cyan, it's been awhile, I... I'm close..."\n\nYour reply is to curl your tongue around him... and a bit of surprise as you find it curling around him much further than you'd meant, actually doing a full circle. Oho, there's an interesting new ability discovered, and he apparently finds it interesting too from the way his eyes roll. The moment you start jerking him off with your tongue as well as your hand, he sucks in a hard breath and begins spurting into your mouth, coating your elongated tongue with a hot, surprisingly tasty load.\n\n"Nnnh, Cyan... fuck, thank you," he groans, looking down at you with a shaky smile. It turns roguish as he says, "Your turn now, hm?"\n\n"Oh, you bet," you coo, your own grin wicked as you stand up... showing off your own ink-black cock. Drake's eyes widen as you stroke your hand up and down it slowly, helping to emphasize that it's a bit longer and much thicker than his. "My turn."\n\n"W-wha... you... have a..." He swallows hard, looking up at you.\n\n"Mhmmm, and it's craving some of that same nice attention I just gave you. What, you don't know that some Tieflings are 'Halfs'?" You giggle softly. "C'mon, Drake, it's just a little species difference. It won't hurt you to partake a little."\n\n"Uh... I..." He swallows again, holding up his hands. "I don't... want to be selfish, it's just that... I've never... uh..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Be convincing.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Be forceful.|GGTief]]\n\n[[Be manipulative.|GGTief]]

"F-fine, I'll do it, I'll do whatever you want, just... just don't turn me into one of those things," you answer, your voice quavering as you give in.\n\n"Kyaaaa-hahahahahssss! Ssssee how evennnn the miiighty Sssspace Rangerrrssss yield to meeee in fearrrrr!" He turns his head, hood flaring slightly as he barks, "RELEASE HER!"\n\nThe sheet you're on tilts upwards, then there's a funny feeling like a faint static discharge and you suddenly go dropping to the floor, staggering a little as you barely manage to stay on your feet. You look up at Commander Cobra now looming over you and swallow heavily, not seeing much choice but to sink down to your knees in front of him.\n\n"Gooood girrrrl," he hisses, tongue flicking out briefly. "Riiight where you beloooong." He undoes his pants, sliding the zipper down... at first you don't see anything, but then it comes sliding forth. Or rather, <i>they</i> come sliding forth. His cocks are glistening pink, mostly tube-shaped with pointed tips, each with a dimple of a hole in the end. Your eyes widen at the sight of them... it's not just that they're long, though they're easily 'porn star' length. It's how fat they are... they taper down to the tips at the points, and apparently in back wherever they're emerging from his body, but in the middle they're bulged out, the girth so imposing you doubt you could get your hand entirely around the center. "Nowwww, to worrrk."\n\n<hr>\n[[Get to work.|GGSR1x9]]\n\n[[... HEADBUTT!|GGSR1bx1]]

Samara sighs heavily. "Oh, fiiiine." She turns her head and snaps her fingers, the flash of flames repeating in reverse and leaving a confused-looking Akane standing there.\n\n"Did... everything taste purple just now?" the short-haired girl murmurs, glancing back and forth.\n\n"Yes. Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Samara," your new devil-friend chirps, stepping forward and taking one of Akane's hands in both hers. "I'm Ranma's friend from childhood and no threat to you whatsoever, let's be friends, hmm?"\n\n"Oh, uh... uh, yeah, sure, nice to meet you," Akane replies, still seeming dazed even as she gives a very small bow in acknowledgement. "Guess you can't be blamed for being the childhood friend of this idiot. Uh, speaking of idiots, Ranma, it's time for us to go," she mutters, before turning and wandering off a little uncertainly in the direction of the exit.\n\n"Uh, what the heck was <i>that</i>?" you hiss to Samara.\n\n"Spacial transitions can leave mortals a little jumbled up, I took the opportunity to ingratiate myself, since apparently I can't just get rid of her," Samara says with a huff. "Besides, she's used to being friends with at least one of her romantic rivals, isn't she?"\n\n"I really wish you'd quit mining my memories for how to deal with the people I know," you grumble, rubbing your face with both hands.\n\n"Oh going in blind would be so much better?" At your yielding shrug, Samara smirks and continues. "Look, it'll be fine, I'll blend in perfectly, they'll all think I'm a perfect houseguest. Though once we get some time alone, we <i>do</i> need to talk."\n\nGreat, she's been your fiancee for like five minutes and you're already hearing 'we need to talk'.\n\n"<i>Not</i> a fiancee!"\n\n"Stop that!"\n\nIndeed, Akane seems all the way back to normal by the time everyone sits down to dinner, with the household barely blinking at the introduction of your 'childhood friend' and the fact that she'll be staying for awhile. "It's manipulating their perceptions just the slightest. New people with old connections drop in and stay for a bit all the time here, by playing on that but making my connection seem particularly nonthreatening, no one questions it," she continues, flopping on the edge of the windowsill in your room to sit, then smirking as she teasingly parts her thighs, revealing the shadows beneath her skirt not quite hiding her lack of panties. (You hadn't noticed the straps go missing, when'd she even have time to ditch them?)\n\nFlushing, you pull your gaze away after a moment so you can concentrate enough to respond. "Yeah, okay, that's good. Issat all you wanted to talk about?" \n\n"No, of course not. We need to figure out some way to deal with Akane," she continues, folding one leg over the other now, forcing you to be disappointed by the now hidden view. "And probably the others after her."\n\n"'Deal with'?" you repeat with a frown.\n\n"Well our happy casual fuckfriend lifestyle is sort of threatened by the status quo, as her showing up on cue aptly demonstrated earlier." She shrugs, folding her wrists over her knee as well. "So we need to do <i>some</i> thing to change the status quo."\n\n"Like what? What exactly can we do?" you say with a sigh, sinking down to sit on your futon.\n\n"Hm. Well, I'm thinking I'll have a bit more luck with magic potions and items than normal, considering that I'm from outside the usual dynamic," Samara muses, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "We could try the Milk of Human Desire on her and draw out her own deepest desires, then fulfill them. Heck, maybe one of the reasons she's so pissy is that she doesn't even know what she wants, that tends to upset mortals quite a bit."\n\nOkay, that seems fair. In fact you don't see a ton of problem with it, since it's basically just lowering Akane's inhibitions and letting her say what she actually wants. But for the sake of argument, you ask, "What are our other options?"\n\n"Oh, various fun little potions," she coos, raising her hands and wiggling her fingers while grinning wickedly. "I could make one that would basically put her in heat... then we could fuck her until her body was addicted to ours, which has the added bonus of making us a new playmate. Same for if I gave her a potion that would gradually make her body more and more lewd... a bit of revenge for all the times she called you a pervert for turning into a girl, perhaps? If that doesn't appeal, I could make an Elixir of Apathy."\n\n"Apathy... oh, she'd just stop caring about anything? That seems kinda overkill..."\n\n"No, if you take the right steps in brewing the potion, you can make sure the apathy is only targeted towards certain individuals. Meaning that Akane will sincerely not care what either of us do, and leave us alone. If it works with her, we can start slipping it to anyone else who makes trouble for us. So, pet, which do you think would work best?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The Milk of Human Desire.|FRanX]]\n\n[[The heat potion.|FRanX]]\n\n[[The lewd body potion.|FRanX]]\n\n[[The Elixer of Apathy.|FRanX]]

You select Human, then almost immediately select female. For you the human male models have a lot of that same "dorito" problem that the Star Elf male models do. So up pops the human female render and... huh, that looks a weird amount like you. Right down to the blue tips on her hair. That's actually a little weird. You hesitate for just a moment, staring at what looks a lot like you wearing a pair of generic fantasy game shorts and sleeveless shirt, while she stares out from the screen with an expectant grin, shifting position a bit with hands on her hips just to show that the game hasn't frozen.\n\nAfter a few seconds you shake it off. It can't be that the character <i>really</i> looks like you. They just happened to pick a body type like yours and a hairstyle like yours. It's not like you're the most special snowflake in the world, surely even in Deviville somewhere there's another girl who looks kind of like you, let alone out in the world or in the mind of some game developer. Anyway, time to choose a class for "mini-you", heh.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's path to glory!</center>\n\n[[Holy Knight|GGWOWplaceholder]]\n\n[[Ninja|GGWOWplaceholder]]

You flip to the section on the Apprentice, surprised when the book suddenly feels a lot heavier in your hands than when you took it down.\n\nThere's a loud knock from nearby and you turn your head to look, blinking at the sight of a dark stone wall with a heavy wooden door set in it, and a sheet of what looks like folded parchment being slid under said door. You look around to see where the wall starts or came from, and find you're no longer standing in the slightly bland library, but rather a simple stone room containing a small, simple bed, some bookshelves, a desk piled with books and odd-looking implements, and what looks like some sort of antique chemistry set fit for the lab of a medieval mad scientist, all of it lit by a single glowing glass orb attached to the ceiling. You look down at the book, and notice two things... first, the book is now a much larger, heavier leather-bound tome, and you're having to hold it out further past a very large chest. Yelping a bit, you let the book drop to the floor with a thump and grab the boobs sticking out in front of you... yep, they're yours. Patting yourself down finds that you're also in possession of broad hips, a round ass, and long legs, though all of it is covered by a simple (if somewhat thin) black robe. Even turning your head you feel more weight, and you quickly discover that your hair comes down to below your rear, though like before it's black fading to blue at the tips.\n\n"... Well. This is a helluva thing," you comment after a moment, bending to retrieve the book, since that seems to make the most sense at the moment. You flip it closed and look at the cover... it's still titled 'The Complete Mage', though now the letters are embossed in faded gold. Flipping through it finds pages covered in mystical-looking diagrams and dense, handwritten-looking text describing metaphysical mechanics rather than the dense, typeset text describing dice-rolling mechanics. After a few minutes of paging through it (and finding it surprisingly easy to understand what the fuck it's talking about), you recall the note under the door. Setting the book down on your(?) desk, you hurry over to pick it up (blushing a little as your boobs sway when bending down and bounce when straightening up... you're apparently going completely commando underneath it), undoing the wax seal to read.\n\n'Your final exam has been set for tomorrow. The magic specialty you must demonstrate for this test is Summoning. Be prepared to show the professors and your fellow students a summoned creature that you feel best represents your ability to both bring forth and control. As this is your final test, success will result in the granting of title and rewards suitable to begin your new life as an archmage of the realm. Failure will result in expulsion, or in extreme circumstances, punishment. Please prepare wisely.'\n\nWow, talk about a pass-fail system with consequences. You're pondering what exactly to make of this, and whether it wouldn't be better to find one of these professors and tell them everything, when you hear another knock at the door, this time considerably more energetic.\n\n"Hey! Hey Cynath!" calls a male voice through the door. "Let me in, I need to talk to you!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer the door.|GGMage1x1]]\n\n[[Make an excuse and study.|GGMage2x1]]\n\n[[Make an excuse then go find a professor.|GGMage]]

No, you're not going to watch this. Closing the door most of the way so that the sound won't be nearly so audible out in the store, you head back towards the storefront. Right now you have to focus on...\n\n<hr>\n[[Telling your mom.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Making sure your mom <i>doesn't</i> find out.|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Getting your dad in as much trouble as possible.|GGParentPlaceholder]]

Mostly just curious to see what's up, you stroll into the small store bedecked with shelves of display model cellphones and pin racks of accessories, with displays of tablets dotted around. You seem to be the only one in the store... as in, the <i>only</i> one in the store, there's not even a clerk.\n\nBlinking, you glance back towards the practically empty parking lot. Did you mistake someone else's car for...? No, you can even see one of your messenger bags hung over a headrest, that is definitely your dad's SUV. You doubt he'd be in any of the other stores around here, they're more your sort of places (games, teen clothes, stuff like that). Also it's odd that there's not even a clerk or anything around, besides that.\n\nYou notice a faint, repetitive *thwap* noise coming from the back area. Weird... hey, maybe they had to go back there for something? Slipping around behind the corner and moving down the short hallway, you spot the 'Employees Only' door, which has been left ajar slightly. Pushing it open just a little more, you peek in, then stare into the dimly-lit area in shock. Your dad and the clerk are back there, alright... specifically, he's got her bent over a waist-high pallet of mostly-wrapped phone boxes and is pounding the hell out of her pussy.\n\nThat noise you heard is the sound of his still-clad hips smacking against her bare ass, her professional khakis and not-so-professional day-glo lime green thong down around her knees. It's clear she's trying to keep herself quiet, but is still making all sorts of quiet, strangled moans and gasps as he fucks her, and occasionally delivers a good hard smack to her ass. You actually think she looks sort of familiar, and then get an even better look as your father grabs her blonde ponytail and yanks back on it, forcing her head back (as well as making her cum, from the sort of "hnnnhhoooooo" noise she makes) and giving you a better look at her face. Yup, that's Karen, alright... she's a year ahead of you at school, and on the student council besides.\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch.|GGParent3x1]]\n\n[[Don't watch.|GGParent2x4]]

No. No, you can't. You'll just have to find some other way to make it work or... or decide on something else to do, or even pursue a different major, or-\n\n"Grant application?" you say, blinking at the clipboard Liam's holding out to you from where he's sitting on his bed.\n\n"Professor Vajna should've been the one to tell you it's there, but she can tend to be a bit less forthcoming with certain students," he says, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, yes, you have to submit a few of your works to indicate you're a 'promising young artist' but if they accept you, they'll pay for the trip free and clear, you're only on the hook for personal expenses like souvenirs and any extracurricular dining or shows. You'll have a few obligations later on to show you're still keeping up with doing art, but that's it. I already filled my info in for your reference, you just need to complete the rest of it."\n\nAnd that's it, in mid-June you're flying off to see famous ancient world works of art in Britain and then on to Paris for all that the Louvre has to offer and more. It's probably fairly stereotypical to say that it's an educational and inspirational experience, but it really is. It's your first trip out of the country, your first time seeing famous works of art in person, your first time being yelled at in languages you don't understand for not giving money to beggars. And more than that, the fact that you showed enough promise for someone to make this investment in you has, more than ever, helped you feel like you're on the right track.\n\nAll good things come to an end, and that includes your sense of optimism. When you get home and drive back to your dorm, it's to see a figure that's at first unfamiliar at your door staring at it. At your approach the figure turns, and you jerk to a halt. "Dad?"\n\nHe looks like he's aged a decade while you've been gone, with bags under his eyes and more lines on his face, and he's clearly lost weight, his clothes loose on him. "... Hello, son. We should talk."\n\nTen minutes later, you're leaned forward heavily on your forearms on the cafe table, your shoulders shaking as you fight back tears. "Why the hell didn't you <i>tell me</i>?"\n\n"We didn't want to ruin your trip," he says, his voice tired. "Your mother was afraid you'd come rushing home, even though there was nothing you could do. She thought it was more important that you get the experience, you've... been so happy lately. We didn't want to spoil it."\n\n"Isn't..." You swallow hard. "Isn't there anything they can do?"\n\n"It's... it's very deep inside the brain, and hooked into some delicate places," he answers quietly. "There is one procedure... very experimental, but with very good results. Unfortunately while the surgeon has agreed to do the procedure at cost, the equipment and materials he'd need are extremely expensive, and our insurance won't cover it since it's experimental. Even with everything we've already sold, we're still short... almost a quarter of a million dollars."\n\nThere's some more conversation after that, but it's a sort of buzzing in your ears, none of it retained in your brain, even what you say. You're vaguely aware of your father patting your shoulder and leaving you sitting there staring at the opposite side of the booth. The next thing you know, you're standing in front of the Arts SSC building, staring up at it, Liam's room key in your hand. You look down at it, staring at both the key and your hand as if you had no idea what they were, until it sinks in. You clench your fist until it trembles, raising your gaze back up to the window you know is Liam's room.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have to do it!|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[... you can't...|GwynLiam5x5]]

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you get up and head over to the phone, picking it up carefully and placing your hand over the receiver before pressing the button to activate it.\n\n"-and for the life of me couldn't remember your number," your father's voice says with a little laugh. "But I could remember the landline since it's attached to the grocery store gas card."\n\n"Maybe cell phones really are rotting our brains," your mother says with amusement.\n\nWell, that would seem to explain it. Apparently something happened to your dad's phone and he called the landline because he couldn't remember your mom's cellphone number. Not exactly a thrilling mystery solved, but hey. You continue to listen, mostly because you haven't been detected and are now worried that they might hear you hang up. Also, y'know... little thrill of "espionage".\n\n"So I'll be home as soon as I drop by the phone store and do a quick replacement, shouldn't take too long," your father adds.\n\n"Mm, don't take too long." Your mother's voice can only be described as a <i>purr</i> as she replies. "I'm already waiting for you, y'know."\n\nYou go red from neckline to hairline as you hear that. Damn, Mom can do the sexkitten thing. You're actually sort of impressed. Even your dad is quiet for a moment, before you hear him clear his throat. "Ah, Cyan's not home, then...?"\n\n"Her light's off and I didn't hear any explosions or electronica coming through the door, so I'd assume so. Anyway, hurry home." With that, both lines click off, and after a moment you return the phone to its cradle.\n\nSo, ah, it sounds like your parents are arranging a little... afternoon delight. And have assumed that you've already made yourself scarce.\n\n<hr>\n[[Actually make yourself scarce.|GGParent2x2]]\n\n[[Just lay low.|GGParent13x1]]

Your hand slowly goes limp, dropping your keys to the sidewalk with a clatter, your head slumping. You can't. You can't do it. Every part of you says that you should, you should do anything to save your mother's life, but at the same time every part of you says that it would be a betrayal of everything that you are, that you've become. A betrayal of the person she wanted you to be, if you could turn on a friend like that. You slowly sink down and turn to flop and sit on the grass beside the sidewalk, staring at the pavement numbly, ignoring the people passing by giving you odd looks. You can't. You hate yourself for it, but you can't steal from your friend.\n\n"Gwyn?"\n\nYou slowly raise your head, distantly noting that she sky is darker than it was, and that Liam is bent down to look at you with concern.\n\n"Are you okay? What happened?"\n\nYour lip trembles, and uncaring of the spectacle you're making of the both of you, you grab him and pull him into a hug, starting to cry. You tell him everything. You tell him how scared you are, you tell him how much it hurts, you tell him how guilty you feel for enjoying your trip without knowing, you tell him how angry you are at your parents and how much you love them and you're afraid that your mother is going to die and that it might kill your father, you tell him you thought of betraying him and that you couldn't because he's your best friend and you can't.\n\nThrough it all he holds you close, pets your hair, and listens. He pays no attention to the people passing by and staring, even rocking you a little when you become too overcome to speak anymore and just sob. Finally though he kisses your forehead, and says, "It's gonna be okay. Everything's gonna be okay. I promise. I promise, Gwyn, everything's gonna be okay."\n\nMaybe you just needed to hear someone say that, since it seemed like no one else believed it was even possible for everything to be okay. Your tears slow and finally stop, and you slump against him, nodding. Liam helps you to your feet and back to your room, and you can hear him talking with Allen quietly after he's settled you into bed. But what they said is lost to you as you tune out of the world and settle into sleep, now with some faint glimmer of hope inside for no other reason than someone you trust told you that you should have some.\n\nSeveral days later, your phone rings, and you can't help but feel a bit of dread at the sound of your father's ringtone. You answer quickly, hand shaking a little as you ask, "Dad, is everything okay?"\n\n"Gwyn... it's..." He sounds stunned, like he's half forgotten how language works.\n\n"Is it Mom, is she okay?!"\n\n"She... she's going to be alright, maybe, I think, yes," he says, still sounding like he's in shock. "Yesterday we started a crowdfunding effort, and when I checked it this morning... there's more than the money we need. We're... ... she's going to be able to get the operation, Gwyn. I... I think things might be okay."\n\nYou stare at the phone, and once more you can feel tears starting to slide down your cheeks. You have a pretty strong suspicion of just where that money came from... and yet, somehow, it seems like it's something he would never want you to acknowledge. So you just smile through your tears, and put the phone back to your ear. "Yeah... yeah, Dad, everything's gonna be okay."\n\nAnd things are okay. Things start to look great. The procedure is a success, your parents are themselves again, and you're on track to really becoming something of an artist, if you (and your reviews from the board that gave you the grant) do say so yourself. Life has become fulfilling, full of friends and hope for the future, and you really just feel... happy, like you've never felt before in your life. The air has turned crisp and cold again on the day your phone rings, and you find yourself immediately smiling at the sound of it, bringing it up to your ear. "Hey, Liam!"\n\n"Hey, Gwyn." His voice sounds a little subdued, unusual for him, but you're not too worried when he just says, "I want to get together, I'm sending you a GPS dot. I'll be waiting there for you alright?" After all, if there was a problem, he'd tell you since he knows how you are about that anymore. Maybe it's just about seeing the view.\n\nAs you drive out to the country where your GPS leads you, fat white flakes begin drifting slowly out of the sky, disappearing on the road and starting to rest on the strands of cool grass out at the sides of it. By the time the GPS indicates you should pull over and continue on foot, there's a fine layer of white on the ground that dampens your shoes as you walk. You follow the beacon through a short distance of woods and out again, to a hilltop that looks out over open country. Liam is indeed already there, dressed fairly lightly despite the snow on the ground, just faded jeans and a thin long-sleeved pink shirt that rustles lightly in the cold breeze. You blink at him staring off towards the horizon, and at his rather solemn expression as you approach. "Hey, Liam, everything okay?"\n\n"Yeah." He smiles, though it's less energetic than his usual... maybe a bit worried? Or just low-key? But as you draw up even with him, he glances up briefly before looking back at you. "Remember what I said a year ago?"\n\nYou blink, frowning... then oh. "On the day of the first snowfall..."\n\n"You never told anyone, and you never betrayed my trust. And it's time to give you what I promised... the most valuable thing I have."\n\nYour eyes widen as there's a shift and a flap... and wings are spreading from his back. Featherless ones, like soft buttery leather but pink with a faint rainbow glitter to the inside of them as they stretch out. He tilts his head, smiling at your stunned expression, the sunlight glinting off of the long, slender, backswept opalescent horns now growing from his forehead as snowflakes land on them and amidst his hair. You also notice that pink scales have appeared along the line of his jaw and running down the sides of his neck, and that his hands are covered in them as well, slender fingers now tipped with mother of pearl claws.\n\n"You... you're... are you...?"\n\n"A dragon," Liam fills in for you as you try to reboot your brain, laughing softly before he continues. "Yes, we're real. We move among you, living lives of our own, pursuing whatever passions we've found for a lifetime... lives that can be disrupted if anyone finds out and tells others our secret. You kept my secret safe from prying eyes and minds, even if you didn't know that's what you were doing, so you've earned the right to know it all."\n\n"W-wow... it's a big secret, for sure," you admit. "... Thank you. For sharing it with me," you add, actually honestly touched, raising a hand to your chest. "I mean, I'm still sort of taking it in, but... it's more than I ever expected to be given, that's for sure."\n\nLiam laughs at that, that sound carrying something a bit more crystal-like than ever before, wings giving a flick in the air as he does, before he looks at you, now metallic pink eyes glittering. "Gwyn! My secret isn't what I'm giving you! I'm giving you the most valuable thing I own." He places his hands over his chest, tilting his head, smile becoming gentle again. "My heart."\n\n"... ah?" you say softly, since that's the only thing currently in your head.\n\n"The romantic talk that won me over," Liam teases, giggling a bit again before he continues. "I saw something beautiful and wonderful inside you when we met... it could have been just the little shining bit of potential that most humans have, but I decided to draw closer. And you've proven to me that you can be as beautiful as anyone I'd ever hope for. And I love you. You don't have to love me back... that's not what this is about. But when a dragon loves, it's forever... a part of my heart will always belong to you, from now until the day I die. ... Still," he continues, actually blushing a little. "It would be nice to have the feeling returned. Do you... can you... love me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GwynLiam5x6]]\n\n[[Not that way.|GwynLiam5end2x1]]

There's a small puff of smoke from your shoulder, causing you to look over and spot a very naked miniature version of yourself sporting horns, batlike wings, and a spade-tipped tail. "Hey, look, it's pretty clear you're going to get fucked six ways from Christmas Sunday whatever you say, right? You may as well enjoy it!"\n\n"I... I mean, you're not <i>wrong</i>, but," you stammer.\n\n"Okay, okay, then look at it this way," Devil Holly continues, turning towards you fully and making a placating motion with her hands. "You're still pretty sure this is all just a dream, right? So obviously it's just turned into <i>that</i> sort of dream! Why fight that sort of wild midnight fantasy? It doesn't come along that often!"\n\nYou open your mouth, close it. You glance at your other shoulder, then back at the miniature succubus. "Isn't there supposed to be another one?"\n\n"She's already getting stuffed with miniature reindeer angel dick," Devil Holly declares, before puffing out of existence.\n\nOh. Well. You guess if it's good enough for your conscience, it's good enough for you. Blushing and nibbling your lower lip even as you start to grin, you reach out and wrap a hand around the cocks of the reindeer men at either side of you, feeling them grow to full, steely hardness in your fingers as you start stroking. "I mean, I just hope nobody gets frostbite," you answer Rudy with a little giggle, which turns into a moan as the big pretty brutes tweak your nipples through your top. "Or falls off the roof."\n\n"Don't worry about that, Christmas magic surrounds the sleigh... we'll all be perfectly safe and perfectly warm," Rudy assures you, even as he steps forward and snags the bottom of your top. Both your suitors and you are forced to briefly relinquish the work of your hands as he pulls it up and off, your large breasts dropping and wobbling freely, before they're once more covered by big, powerful hands that squeeze them directly this time, leaving you moaning and wiggling between the two as you fondle their soft sacks.\n\nThen you're being urged down onto your knees, settling to them in the snow... and just as Rudy said, while it's a bit cool, there's no sense of it being bitingly cold or unpleasantly mushy. Part of you just takes that as further confirmation that this must be a dream, but the rest of you doesn't really care at this point, rolling your eyes up to look at those handsome, rather bestial faces as you lean to the side and slide your lips over the head of one of the cocks you're stroking, bobbing it several times before turning to the other side to give the other reindeer the same treatment. Soon more of them are pressing around, jutting cocks pressed towards your face eager for some attention... looks like Rudy is hanging back for the moment since none of them are glowing. Having given yourself over to the experience, you can't help but feel like you're at a buffet filled with scrumptious delicacies all for you. After all you're basically free to stroke and lick and suck and fondle as you like, turning from one to another, hands pumping hot, throbbing shafts, lips sucking surprisingly sweet-tasting pre from swollen cockheads, fingers gently rubbing and hefting overfull velvet sacks.\n\nThis is definitely novel in a lot of ways... from the sight of all those big, buff reindeer men looming above you, to the feel of all these cocks around you, rubbing against your face and cheeks and brushing against you, even to the musky, animal smell of them and the sound of their snorts and occasionally antlers clicking together. The strangeness as well as the lewdness of it is almost intoxicating, fogging your brain and puffing up your pussy until you're dripping down your thighs. Of course, that's nothing compared to when the reindeer you're currently sucking on lets out a half-bestial moan and starts flooding your mouth with particularly thick, creamy, and incredibly tasty cum. You give an 'mmf' of surprise and pull back, then almost reflexively open your mouth wide and tilt your head back as the others start cumming as well, spraying the stuff all over your face and in your open mouth, leaving you tasting and smelling thick cream and cinnamon and bourbon. 'Eggnog?' you think dreamily, swallowing repeatedly and giggling a little vapidly in between swallows.\n\nMost of the group currently around you step away, allowing a smaller group to step in and surround you again. Still giggling and already feeling mildly actually drunk instead of just cock-drunk, you once more begin stroking, fondling, and sucking the array of stiff pricks around you, including sliding your lips around the warm, glowing length of the team lead. The idea of your cheeks glowing from having it inside makes you giggle around it, and that apparently requires Rudy to grab your head and give you a brief facefucking, leaving the others to your hands until they all give you a face- and mouthful of tasty spiced alcoholic cum again. You're not even given time to catch your breath, though, before you're being pulled forward and onto one of the reindeer who's laying on his back on the roof, hauling you forward against that big, brawny chest, one of his hands reaching down to position his cock before pushing it up into you. Near-instantly his hands are gripping your ass and he's bucking up into you while you moan and writhe on top of him, shaking your hips whorishly. In a matter of seconds a second reindeer has moved up behind you and is pushing into your ass, filling you up, their large cocks rubbing together through the layer of flesh separating them as you're sandwiched between the two big, eager, snorting, furry beefcakes.\n\nOf course soon your mouth is being filled again, and your hands are being brought up to wrap around hot, cumnog-smeared shafts, and you're rocking and stroking and sucking and thinking less and less about whether this is a dream or something else and more just how good it feels to give in and be a mindless sexual animal, the eager, willing cumdump of a batch of burly reindeer men. Of course that's not the only position they try, you get rather thoroughly put through your paces. There's riding one of them while getting surrounded with more cocks to suck and stroke again, or getting picked up and sandwiched vertically between two of them, your arms and legs wrapped around one beefy reindeer while the other presses his strong chest to your back and fucks your ass. As things go on they even start getting creative, one having you sit down on him, his cock sheathed in your asshole, before another steps up between your legs... and also pushes into your ass, stretching the tight little hole around both throbbing fuckpoles. While you're still reeling from the pleasure and intensity of the sensation, another reindeer steps forward facing your head, and past, pushing your tits together and starting to fuck between them... in your drunken and pleasure-addled state, you have no hesitation about leaning your head forward and pressing your face between his firm, furry buttocks and starting to tongue his pucker, letting it rock against your probing, licking digit as he pumps between your tits.\n\nWhat feels like hours later, you're eventually left laying on the roof, panting and gasping, skin shining with sweat despite the snow around you and your entire body liberally smeared and splattered with cinnamon-and-bourbon flavored cum. You're vaguely aware of the reindeer re-donning their briefs around you, though Rudy is still completely bare (if now rather limp) as he stands above you. "Well! We've probably pushed the time bubble about as far as it'll go, so we better get the old man out and go! Thanks for the great time, and merry Christmas, Holly!"\n\n<hr>\n[["... murreh... krsmz... grgl..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... more plz..."|HollyXmas]]

What are you thinking, mistrusting Santa's reindeer? Clearly you need to get them untied so they can get Santa out and he can be on his way as quickly as possible! Christmas is counting on you!\n\n"Don't worry, I'll get you untied!" you declare proudly, turning and making your way towards the knot. You try not to get distracted by all the eye candy on your way there, though it's hard not to passing by all those rows of very strong (if very furry) chests practically at eye level. You get to the back and slide behind one of the hindmost reindeer men... and are unable to help glancing down at the hindmost of the hindmost. ... That is a very nice butt, and you can't deny that the cute, short fluffy tail above it makes for a nice accent.\n\nYou bend over the sort of middle bar that runs down the line... what's it called? You'll have to look it up later when you blog about this dream. Your butt wiggles some in the air as you get into position to properly reach the knot, and you blush as you realize you must be showing off for the team, if not quite as much as they're showing off for you. Forcing your mind back to the matter literally at hand, you look over the tied leather straps... okay, let's see, it's a fairly complicated knot, but you bet it's made to be untied by someone wearing mittens. That means all you've really got to do is find the end of the strap and... yes, there! You wrap your hands around them and give a few tugs, on your third attempt finding the right angle so that the whole thing unravels neatly at your pull. Mission accomplished! you think happily as you stand up. Christmas is saved!\n\nAs you stand up and turn around to announce just that to the team, a bright smile on your face, you instead blink as the two reindeer at the back move in around either side of you, pressing in close, derailing your train of thought and making you blush. "Oh, um, what are you-" Then you get derailed again as each brings a hand up to begin fondling one of your breasts, their hands large and strong but still just gentle enough to almost instantly arouse you. Their other hands are running up and down your back... although taking a quick break to undo the ties at the sides of their leather briefs, letting them drop to the rooftop and reveal their large, mostly-hard cocks. They're quite human in shape, albeit colored to match the brown and cream of the rest of their bodies, heavy balls covered in a layer of very velvety-looking fur. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to process, your attempt to get your brain's cylinders firing not helped by the sight of the rest of the team approaching while also discarding their briefs, revealing many more very large, very nice cocks in various states of arousal.\n\n"You know, we don't actually get out much," Rudy notes with a grin, reaching down to stroke his own stiffening prick... which you notice is a solid, glowing red much like his nose, as if it had been entirely sheathed from tip to base in a really good glow-in-the-dark condom. "And when we do we get untied even less. So before we pull the boss out, how about we all have a quick bit of fun, hm?"\n\n"Um." You blink, still trying to get your footing, not exactly helped as the reindeer men flanking you slide the hands not fondling your tits along your hips under your pants, sliding them off and letting them drop to the rooftop, exposing your shaved pussy and round ass to the clear night air as well as the group of horny animal people. "Uh!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Pass!|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Just go with it.|HollyXmas11x2]]

How can he do this to Katrina?! She's so nice, and so pretty, and... well, this is definitely not something Will should be doing! Scowling, you turn away from the door and close your eyes, hating every minute of the moaning and gasping and other lewd noises coming in through the doorway.\n\nEventually the sounds of sex trail off, and a few minutes later there's some murmured talking, and then the sound of the bathroom door being closed. Turning back, you peer carefully out through the slats... no one in the bedroom. You quickly get up and edge out of the closet, hurrying out of the room. Obviously the party's still going on outside, and you head back to the guest room, where the bedding is rumpled and... you don't want to think about it. Scowling, you yank the sheets off while touching them as little as possible and toss them in the corner, getting a new set out of the closet and putting them on. At least by the time you're done and have flopped into bed, it sounds like the activity outside has trailed off, and you're able to go to sleep in relative quiet, all the while brooding on what you saw last night. \n\nWhen you wake up in the morning, you peer out cautiously... things look pretty normal, seems most of the party picked up after itself. Will's sitting at the kitchen table as you come out, and glances up from his tablet. "Oh, hey little bro, s'up?"\n\n<hr>\n[["You jerk, I saw everything!"|QOBro]]\n\n[["... Nothing."|QOBro4x2]]

"C-C'mon... if we're gonna do that we should at least finish trading blowjobs first," you protest softly, which is definitely not a sentence you expected to be saying tonight. Or ever, for that matter.\n\nKevin lets out a soft huff of resignation, then nods. "Fine, fine. But c'mon, dude, if we're gonna be fair about trading, at least put a little more effort into it."\n\nYou have to admit that seems like a fair request. Swallowing, you nod and then lean forward again, doing your best to make the motions of your head a little smoother and faster. Actually it's getting a lot easier to do... maybe you're relaxing a little? You can't help but gag a little as his cock hits the back of your mouth about the time your lips touch your fingers, but you keep it up, working your tongue over the underside as you do. You even find yourself sneaking some glances up at Kevin's face, rolling your eyes up to watch his expressions of pleasure as you suck him off. At first he's mostly got his eyes fixed on the screen, watching the porn, probably just trying to process the sensation of your mouth on his prick as pleasure without thinking of who it's coming from. Even as he slips off his shirt, he keeps his gaze fixed mostly forward.\n\nThen one of your glances up coincides with one of his glances down, and both of you blush. He quickly yanks his gaze back to the screen, and you look back at, well, his stomach. But then more of your next glances catch him looking down, too, and soon you just find him looking down at you, lips slightly parted and eyes a little glazed. He rests a hand on the back of your head, gently encouraging you as you slide your mouth down on his cock. Eventually he closes his eyes and leans his head back in a moan, and that's all the warning you get before there's a flood of his cum in your mouth. You swallow as much out of surprise as anything else, sitting back and blinking a few times, feeling like you should make a face but somehow not doing it.\n\n"Woo," Keven gasps, a few more little spurts and dribbles of cum hitting your hand and arm as they come out. "Damn... that... that really did feel good. Here... you'll see," he murmurs as he slides off the bed. You nod a little bashfully before moving to sit as he did, shyly spreading your legs. You gasp louder than intended the moment he wraps his hand around your cock and starts stroking, his hand somehow feeling hotter and better than your own. You watch as he leans in and drags his tongue over the underside of your cockhead, eyes flicking briefly up to look at you before he slips his mouth over the tip, skipping the licking you did and going right for the suction.\n\nYou barely even look up at the screen, finding your gaze fixated on your pretty blonde friend as he goes down on you. His one hand continues lightly stroking your cock as he bobs his head over the rest of the length, while the other goes down to his own still-stiff length to lightly stroke at it. You bite your lower lip to muffle yourself at the feeling... and at the sight, if you're honest. Kevin's soon looking up at you as he blows you, eyes steady on your face as he sucks. You don't last nearly as long as he did... because you were stimulated for longer, you feverishly justify to yourself as you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan as you start cumming in his mouth.\n\nKevin swallows, just like you did... probably on reflex, you tell yourself. You're panting and just a little shivery, overcome by weird sensations in the aftermath of your first blowjob, and receiving it from your best male friend. While you're still reeling a bit, Kevin stands up and proceeds to grab you by the hips, making you yelp as he gives you a little lift and flip around onto the bed and on your knees. He clambers up behind you, nudging you forward a little, and partly too stunned to disobey the guidance and partly just natural meekness (honest, it's not that you <i>want</i> to really bad), you crawl forward until your cheek's on the pillow. You grip it as Kevin moves up behind you, and you see him reach over to grab some lotion from the nightstand, the sound of the bottle working behind you loud in the quiet room.\n\nThe lotion is cold smeared all over his hot cock as he starts pushing inside you. You can't help but give a low moan as you feel him spreading you open and gradually sliding deep inside, and you can hear him moaning softly too. His hands settle on your hips as he continues slowly pushing forward, sinking inside you by quarter inches until finally he's fully inside you. Then he begins using fairly short, smooth strokes, though they're certainly enough to have his smooth balls gently swing forward and slap against yours. You bite your lower lip again, daring a glance over your shoulder, watching your friend fuck you up the ass, then lifting up a little to look underneath yourself at your hard cock swaying and bouncing, actually watching his sack smack into yours.\n\nIt doesn't really take all that long before Kevin's letting out a moan and thrusting forward, and you feel hot wetness spreading inside you, making you shiver at the feel of it. You do your best to muffle your latest moan, desperately trying not to sound like you're enjoying having another boy cum in your ass. Kevin presses more firmly against you for several moments, his hands squeezing on your hips, before he slips out of you. By the time you've straightened up and turned around, he's already on his hands and knees, though he's facing towards the TV again. You stare at his glistening cock dangling about half-hard between his legs, just taking a moment to realize that was just pumping inside you a few moments ago. Then you quickly shed your (now sweaty) shirt and find the discarded bottle of lotion.\n\nOnce good and smeared up, you rest a hand on Kevin's asscheek and guide your tip to his entrance with the other hand. You're almost shaking with nervousness, but then are overcome by how good it feels (and fine, admit it, looks) as your cockhead slowly presses his pucker open and then slips inside him, with him moaning as it does. You slip your hands to his waist instead and slowly lean forward as you push inside, a bit bent over his back, as much from the intensity of the pleasure as anything else. Soon you're thrusting away, and a glance down confirms that Kevin's cock is fully hard again as it juts and shakes under his belly. You can feel Kevin's cum dribbling down from your own recently-fucked asshole, which feels all hot and tingly and slick even deep inside you, even now. As your own orgasm approaches, something catches in your throat... a moan, words, it's just on the verge...\n\n<hr>\n[["I love cock!"|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["I love you!"|QOKevPorn1x4]]\n\n[["Hnnnh!"|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

That's right, you're gonna narc him out to the person who was most offended in this case, Katrina! Part of you insists that it's wrong to tell your brother's fiancee that he was having sex with other men, but you ignore it... it's probably just the (very very large) part of your brain that's scared of confrontation, after all. Still, this isn't exactly a conversation you have over the phone (if you actually had her number), so you're going to have to wait until she returns in the fall. \n\nYou get through the rest of the weekend, though it's clear Will is both guilty and a little bit frustrated by the fact that something's still bothering you... you assume that he assumes that you're still sulking over the party. So he's clearly pretty relieved to turn you back over to your parents on Sunday evening... ha! He wouldn't be so relieved if he knew what was coming for him! In... like four or five months. \n\nAnd so the months pass, with you learning to live with the simmering anger at your brother and act normally. You have a fairly uneventful summer (like most of your summers), hanging out with your few friends and passing the time watching TV and reading and playing games, as is your wont. In all honesty, you might have almost forgotten, if not for fate handing you a perfect opportunity. One day a few weeks after school has started back, the air having already turned crisp and cool, you walk in the door from school to find your mother sitting in the living room... with Katrina.\n\n"Oh, Jamie, look who dropped by," your mother chirps, beaming at her presumed daughter-in-law-to-be. \n\n"Hello, Jamie, it has been some time," Katrina says with a smile. She's wearing a very snug white turtleneck shirt and black pants that show off her figure to great effect... she looks somewhere between the aforesaid lost Russian princess and an elf princess, and sounds it too, with her strong but smooth accent and precise enunciation. "You are well?"\n\n"Ah, yeah, pretty decent," you answer, suddenly feeling all that worry rush back, but also a newfound sense of determination.\n\n"Good. I would ask more, but I am just leaving," she adds, standing up and pausing to hug your mother. "I will see you both later, yes?"\n\n"Um!" you blurt, making both of them look at you in surprise. "H-hey, Katrina, could I... get you to give me a ride to the mall? I... need to look for... a thing. You can just, like... drop me off."\n\n"Hm?" Katrina blinks, then looks at your mother, who seems to be a bit bewildered but nods. "Yes, of course I can, certainly. Come along then, little brother."\n\nThat makes you feel a bit worse about this, since you guess after this she probably won't be part of the family. But you follow her out to her very classy black luxury car and get in. "Um, actually, it's kind of that... I needed to tell you something when we're both alone," you say before she can start the car, since you decide you really don't want her to be driving when you tell her. \n\n"... Da?" she prompts, looking at you in open confusion now.\n\n"It's... I... l-last spring, I stayed with Will over summer break, see," you explain, squirming. "And he had this big party, and I was hiding out from all the people and stuff, but I wound up in his closet, and I was there to see it when he... when he... he had sex with someone else!" you finally blurt.\n\n"... What?" Katrina murmurs, her voice coming out rather faintly.\n\n"It... it was a guy, actually," you add guiltily.\n\n"... Yerunda!" she suddenly snaps, blue eyes flashing angrily as she slams the palm of her hand against the steering wheel, making you jump. "That's bullshit! You're telling stories!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Um, uh, uh, um!"|QOBro]]\n\n[["I-it's the truth!"|QOBro4x4]]

"... Nothing," you murmur. "Just... didn't have much fun at the party last night."\n\n"Aw, sorry, bro, I guess it was pretty wrongheaded to figure you'd have a good time with all those strangers packing the place," Will says with a sigh, setting the tablet down and leaning back in the chair. "Lemme make it up to you, huh?"\n\n"I guess," you answer listlessly, walking over to the table. Will definitely looks guilty... but not for the reason he should. But you've decided you really don't want to confront him on this. Instead, you're going to-\n\n<hr>\n[[Pretend you never saw anything.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Tell Katrina.|QOBro4x3]]

You hesitate a little, but then you have been kind of pissed at him for almost half a year now. So you nod quickly. "I promise. We'll make him pay."\n\n"Da. Good boy." Katrina sniffs once more, then her expression firms as she apparently steels her resolve. Pulling on her seatbelt, she starts the car and sets off. "If we are needing to stay out, I will come up with an excuse to your mother, da? But for now, we will need to think. We must come up with some way to repay this insult your brother has given me in kind."\n\n"In kind...?"\n\n"Da. He no doubt relies on my own faithfulness and our eventual marriage even as he delights in cheating. There must be a way to throw this in his face, to make him feel what I am feeling right now," she adds with a little growl, rather agressively changing lanes in front of a large pickup truck, and making you regret having told her about this in the car at all. "He must feel the same sense of betrayal, of embarrassment. But how...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She could cheat on him.|QOBro4x6]]\n\n[[She could marry someone else.|QOBro5x1]]

"I saw it!" you insist, even as you wince and shrink back. "I-I'm sorry, I... I knew I had to tell you! I mean... it's so... unfair what he did," you add in a murmur. "... Sorry Katrina..."\n\n"... Da. You are a good boy, you would not lie," she allows in a more sullen tone after a moment, wiping the ball of her palm across her eyes. You kind of get the feeling she means 'you're too chickenshit to risk my wrath' but you give her the benefit of the doubt. She huffs a moment, then thumps her hand a bit more softly against the wheel, muttering, "Ublyudok." You learn a few more swear words in Russian before she says, "Him and his damned need for pushing the envelope."\n\n"Um?"\n\n"Nevermind. I told him I would do nearly anything for him as long as he was faithful, this is how he repays me. I will make him regret it," she almost growls, before turning her head to look at you. "You are a good boy to tell me this, Jamie. Promise me that you will help me pay him back for this. Promise me that you will help me take my revenge on your brother."\n\n<hr>\n[[Ummmmmmmmmm....|QOBro]]\n\n[[Okay, you promise.|QOBro4x5]]

"Well, uh..." You shift in the seat a little. "I mean, he cheated on you with a guy, so if you wanted to show him what that was like, I guess you could cheat on him... with a girl?"\n\nKatrina looks shocked for a moment, but it quickly fades to a more thoughtful expression. "Hmmm. This... has some merit, da. ... Da... yes, a woman pleasuring me better than he could, that would certainly humiliate him and destroy his ego." She lets out an almost supervillainous laugh, then mms. "Jamie, I will remind you of your promise and request your help in this."\n\n"Uh, what? How can I help with... that?" you ask, the last word coming out in a nervous squeak.\n\n"Simply saying I was with a woman is not enough, I will show it to him. Let him be humiliated and aroused at the same time," Katrina growls. Which, if she's going for symmetry... well, probably best not to point that out. "But it will be much better if there is an obvious person working the camera. Let him know that this act not only occurred, but has been witnessed, is known. I will ask you to be that cameraman." \n\n"Uh..." Your brain fractures in a few places at this setup straight out of the porn stories you'd never admit to reading, but what comes out of your mouth is, "Yeah, okay."\n\n"Good. I will secure a room... there," she says, pulling towards a nearby hotel, one of the nicer ones in town. "I will go out to buy a camera, and while I do make excuses to your mother. Then, off to a lesbian bar! I will... find one somehow!"\n\n"Okay," you acknowledge distantly. Things are sort of a blur as you wait in the car while Katrina goes inside, returning and handing you a keycard and telling you the room number, then heading off while you head inside and go up. It's definitely a nice room... you guess it's actually a suite, huh? You finally sit down and turn on the TV, since you really can't think of much else to do... your afternoon shows are still on, after all, despite the craziness of the situation you find yourself in. It's several hours later when you hear a card being used and the door unlocking, and you turn off the TV and scramble nervously to your feet.\n\nKatrina walks in, laughing as she leans against the side of a woman slightly taller than she is, with short, black hair. You could, you guess, say she looks a bit stereotypically lesbian... lean, wearing a white T-shirt under an open flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and workboots. She's also probably more on the 'handsome' side of good looking. About the only thing not stereotypical are her D-cups... Katrina's still got her outclassed there, but not by much. "Ah yes, is friend I told you about," Katrina says, her slightly thicker accent and slightly less careful pronunciation indicating she's probably been drinking a bit. "One who is going to help with plan! Jamie, this is being Pamela!" she continues, thumping a hand to the other woman's belly, then giggling. "I have told Pamela whole story, she is most happy to help!"\n\n"Uh, h-hi," you murmur, raising a hand and waving meekly.\n\n"Mm, I would've rather been filmed by a cute teenage <i>girl</i>, but hey, experiences like this don't come along every day, so it's not a dealbreaker," Pamela says with a smirk, making you blush and squirm even more.\n\n"Da da da da," Katrina rambles, waving a hand around, then ah. She rummages in her purse, then tosses it to the side as she pulls something out of it... a video camera, one of the mostly handle-shaped ones with a fold-out viewfinder screen. "Here, is already charged, taking this, Jamie!" she urges, walking over and pressing it into your hands. "Start, tell us when you have start!"\n\n"R... right..." You fold out the viewfinder and hit the power button, waiting for the screen to light up and start showing the image of what the lens is pointed at. It actually gets a little easier once you focus on the little screen rather than looking directly at the two of them, and once you hit the button to start recording, you only glance up briefly to nod to Katrina. \n\n"William, it is me, Katrina," she practically chirps, as if he won't be able to see that it's her, even as she's giving the camera a little wave. "I have learned of your little <i>dalliances</i>, and I am thinking, well, if it is good for goose, da?" With that she smirks and turns to Pamela, pulling the other woman in for a kiss. Their lips press together, eyes closing, bodies close. Pamela certainly doesn't seem shy... she reaches around and grabs Katrina's ass with both hands, making the pale-haired woman moan softly, parting their lips a little so that their tongues are visible swirling around each other on camera.\n\nYou resist the urge to squirm in place as your cock gets steadily harder in your jeans... you don't want to jostle the camera around too much, after all. Still, you keep your eyes fixed on the viewfinder rather than the actual view, hoping that helps you keep from getting overwhelmed. After awhile kissing and fondling each other, the two part a little as Pamela snags Katrina's shirt to pull it up and off, revealing those full, milk-pale breasts contained in a very expensive-looking pink bra... which Pamela quickly undoes as well after briefly cooing about how pretty it is. Then the large, full globes spill free, jiggling and settling, showing off stiff pink nipples, one of which Pamela quickly leans down to wrap her mouth around. Pamela's eyes flick towards the camera every so often as she sucks and licks, making Katrina moan, and you'd swear she smirks a little. Only once she switches to the nearer breast to suck and lick at it as well does she start toying with the other one with her fingers, obviously not wanting her hand to obscure her face. Yeah, Katrina apparently found the perfect partner for this little revenge scheme, it seems.\n\nPamela eventually moves back up, tongue rolling over Katrina's lips and into her mouth, Katrina returning the favor as the other woman's hands move to those black slacks, undoing them and letting them drop to reveal a pair of pretty pink panties to match the bra. Katrina steps out of the pants and her shoes, then keeps up the latest kiss as she yanks off Pamela's flannel shirt, breaking it only once she needs to pull off the T-shirt, and the black sports bra beneath it. Then, smirking, she shoves Pamela back onto the bed, moving in to drag her tongue along the other woman's stomach and tease at her navel, making the obviously far more experienced lesbian squirm, even as the straight(?) woman undoes her jeans and tugs them off, revealing black athletic-style panties under them. Once the jeans and boots are disposed with, she crawls further up onto the bed, repaying the earlier treatment by cupping Pamela's breasts to lift them slightly and going to work on her nipples with lips and tongue, sucking them and mouthing them, her own blue eyes flicking smugly towards the camera as you circle around to the side of the bed.\n\nPamela slides a hand down the front of Katrina's panties, and from the way Katrina's full ass twitches and bucks a little in the air, the short-haired woman clearly knows what she's doing with the way her fingers are moving under the pink satin. Perhaps hoping to answer in kind, Katrina's hand slides into the front of Pamela's panties as she moves up to kiss her again, and soon the two of them are moaning into each other's mouths, their tits pressing and rubbing together as they finger one another.\n\nThis... is really hot. Your cock's so hard in your jeans that it almost hurts. Maybe... maybe you could... relieve the pressure?\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Just focus on filming.|QOBro]]

"Uh, well..." Your brain latches on to the logic of various late-night softcore movies you've braved staying up to watch on cable. "I mean, you said it yourself, he expects you to be faithful, so I guess the best way to make him feel what you're feeling is to... do what he did?"\n\n"... Da, there is merit to that," she acknowledges thoughtfully, glancing upward briefly before looking back to the road. "I am not normally so free with my affections, but to pay him back... da, it could be very fun indeed." Katrina's smile is almost wolfish now as she clearly contemplates her options. "But it would not be the same, if I were to just randomly sleep with someone. He would be disgraced, but not as thoroughly as I have, with his little... bisexual romp," she almost spits. "It was that one in the pink and purple, da?"\n\n"Um, Aki, yeah."\n\n"Akira will feel my wrath at some point as well," Katrina mutters, before adding. "But how to really twist the knife properly in William's side...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Perverted cheating.|QOBro]]\n\n[[Same-sex cheating.|QOBro4x7]]

"That's right! A dick you could beat someone unconscious with! Kukukukukuku!" you cackle.\n\nYour mother moans as the front of her already stretched panties bulges, her round, furry ass shaking in the air as the pressure of her growing dick turns it into a thong. Soon the front is tented out obscenely, giving glimpses of the heavy, white-furred balls hanging down, until finally the purple fabric snaps, the ink-black, still humanoid cock springing free and waving beneath her, its base surrounded by a fuzzy sheath and heavy white balls dangling beneath the pink slit between her legs. Her bra similarly gives up the ghost, spilling her white-furred tits to hang down freely beneath her. Her tiger-ish face is twisted with pleasure, green eyes rolled up slightly and flattened tongue lolling out as she humps the air, tail raised high to help provide balance as she fucks empty air, her still-growing cock bouncing up to almost slap her white-furred belly.\n\n"Hhhhnya... hhhha... hhhhorny," she moans, shaking her hips and shoulders, her heavy, furry tits wobbling beneath her, obviously overfull balls almost smacking her thighs as her cock shakes, the white fur around her pussy soaked with arousal. "Want... fuck... nya," she continues, obviously having trouble thinking as she pants wantonly.\n\n"Of course, you wouldn't be a proper furry if you weren't constantly in both heat and rut, you silly kitty," you reply smugly. "But don't worry about your throbbing cock..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... I'll take care of it!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["... father will be home soon!"|GGMCE]]

"Wha-?" your mother says, right before yelping as the bright flash of light strikes her. She almost immediately hunches in on herself, groaning loudly as her ears start to change shape and fur starts to sprout from her skin. Her position already causes the business skirt she was wearing to ride up, revealing the purple panties beneath, but the skirt begins to stretch and rip as her body grows, a tail sprouting from above the waistband of it. The buttons of her blouse strain lightly as her body alters, tits growing and pressing outward against the fabric as white fur covers them.\n\n"C-Cyan," she moans, lips thinning and starting to turn black, pulled back from sharpening teeth as her nose tilts and turns black as well. "W-what... did you do to meerrrow?!" She shudders as the black stripes seep through the orange fur that's already grown along her back, several stripes creeping up her white cheeks as well. Her hands twitch and shudder as her nails reshape into claws, feet bursting out of her shoes as they reform into a more pawlike configuration.\n\n"Kukukuku! A fool like you would never understand!" you gloat as you fold your arms over your chest, watching her transformation as her skirt completely rips, showing her taut panties over her full, furry ass beneath the lashing striped tail, the inner part of each buttock snowy white while the outer halves and her hips bear the striped orange fur. "It involves triggering latent genes as well as making use of environmental exposure factors to recombine DNA! It's all very complex, I don't feel like explaining it in detail," you add with a dismissive sniff.\n\nYour mother groans as she falls forward to catch herself on her hands, stretching out not unlike the cat she's coming to resemble as her blouse bursts open in front, white-furred tits almost spilling out of her purple bra as they obviously swell and grow. Her tail continues to lash in agitation as she opens her mouth wide, reshaped tongue jutting out as she half-roars.\n\n"Don't worry about me, of course, it also triggered an animalistic imprinting instinct, so you're no threat," you add with a 'kukukuku'. "You'll be as loyal as a little kitten, even if you are a big cat! But of course, it wouldn't be a furry transformation without-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-huge tits!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["-a massive cock!"|GGMCE6x6]]

"Eeeexcellent," you coo, resisting the urge to bring your hands together and dance your fingertips against one another... partly because doing so would involve putting your Science Gun down. What convenience, an experiment specimen has arrived right in front of you! Giggling a bit more to yourself, you give your coat another dramatic flap as you turn and sweep out of the room and down the stairs.\n\n"Hm? What are you wearing?" your mother asks as you stride purposefully down the stairs. She does look a lot like you, albeit taller, larger of bust, hips, and rear, and without the dyed tips to her hair or the immense genius. "It's really early for Halloween... plus, good lord, Cyan, look how tight it is!"\n\n"Foolish fool!" you declare sneeringly, putting your hands to your hips and thrusting them forward a bit to declare your complete lack of shame. "This is my Science Suit! A mind such as yours cannot comprehend the advanced technology at work here, and the necessity for it to fit so as to display the labia!"\n\nShe stares at you for a moment, then rolls her eyes. "Look, whatever, if you're going to have 'eighth grader syndrome' at your age during the summer I guess it's up to you, but you're not going out like that, and you need to watch your mouth and not be disrespectful to me."\n\nYou stab a finger at her. "First of all, it's called 'chuunibyou'! Second of all, I don't have that!! Third of all, how do you even know that term?!!! Bah, no matter! Prepare yourself!" you declare, raising the Science Gun.\n\n"Don't point guns at people, even if they're toys," she scolds in annoyance, turning as if to walk into the kitchen.\n\n"Wretch!" you snap as you thumb the control on the side of the Science Gun. "Let's see if you're feeling so condescending after a taste of this-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-Stasis Ray!"|GGDocDev]]\n\n[["-Bimbeam!"|GGDocDev]]\n\n[["-Furryfication Flash!"|GGMCE6x5]]\n\n[["-Loyalty Laser!"|GGDocDev1x1]]

While there's sports involved, going to this beach volleyball tournament sounds more like a very profitable vacation than anything else... and that suits you just fine. You do know how to play volleyball, after all, it was a popular enough gym class topic all through school. A million dollars just for showing up and playing around a bit, damn! And you won't even have to cut your hair!\n\nYou get in touch with your agent and he has you sign all the forms... there's a lot of paper involved, especially with the broadcast rights, but your agent assures you it's all standard stuff. A week later, you're on a luxury cruise ship headed for the island. Talk about traveling in style!\n\nWhen you arrive, you notice that though the island looks as if it's set up to do a bustling tourist trade, it's actually very lightly-populated... it looks like it's mostly employees of the various resort shops, an assortment of women around your own age (and build), and maybe a handful of older male tourist types.\n\n"Hey, where is everybody?" you ask an attractive girl with coloration not all that different than yours, wearing the standard 'island girl' accoutrements... though the wound top and grass skirt are a bit skimpier than typical.\n\n"This event is actually the first one that Big Daddy Mac's Resort is hosting, before its official grand opening," she chirps in reply, beaming at you cheerfully. Their customer service training must be stellar if someone that nearly naked can still be that cheerful (or their pay scale must be really good). "Thus the contestants in the volleyball tournament and a selection of invited VIPs are the only ones on the island. It will also give us an opportunity to practice our customer service skills!"\n\n"Huh. Guess that makes sense."\n\n"If you'll just follow along this path here, you'll come to the hotel lobby. Someone with your name on a placard will be waiting in the lobby, they'll show you to your room."\n\nNodding, you turn and head along the slightly winding path, trailing a bit after the rest of the group. \n\nAlmost all of the resort employees waiting in the lobby look like the welcoming girls... gleaming bronze skin, black hair, wound cloth tops that show both a bit of cleavage and a bit of underboob, bare feet, and mini-sarongs instead of grass skirts. Though the few guys there are wear pretty much the same thing, minus the tops obviously.\n\nYou walk over to the girl holding a sign reading 'Kali', and she beams. "Hello! My name is Kalua!"\n\n"Right," you answer in a bemused tone.\n\n"Right this way to your room, miss!"\n\nShe leads you to an elevator that hasn't been taken yet, and the two of you head up to the fourteenth floor. She shows you down the hall and opens the door for you. \n\n"The full suite of ocean view rooms is yours," she explains, gesturing to the wide-open layout of a living area that looks like it's from the Hawaiian edition of Better Homes and Gardens. "You have an ocean view, and of course everything in the full-service kitchen as well as room service is free to use. The closet is stocked with a small assortment of clothing in the sizes your agent provided to us, just in case you forgot anything or find you needed anything. While the shops outside of the hotel and our casino both cost money, you can charge items at both to your room where your million dollar down payment is already on account with us. Your luggage has already been brought up and put in your room, will you need anything else?"\n\n"Uh, no, not right now," you murmur, still a bit in shock at the opulence of the room. You barely notice as Kalua steps backwards and pulls the door shut after her as you stare around.\n\n<hr>\n[[This. Is. AWESOME!|DOA2x1]]\n\n[[A little TOO awesome. Take a closer look around, there's gotta be some sort of catch.|DOA1x1]]

Half the appeal there is probably in the name, you've gotta admit. 'Doctor Deviant' is so perfectly comic book and yet somehow borderline kinky that it tips you over the edge on your decision. Grinning, you snag the bag and head up to the counter to pay.\n\nWhen you get home, you determine to see how much of the costume actually fits, and thus strip down... the bodysuit does look fairly snug, you doubt you'll be able to wear anything under it without getting serious panty line. (Of course, if you wind up with camel toe bad enough in it, you may have to consider other options.) Once naked, you pull out all the items in the bag to look over them. The bodysuit is blue with science-y silver strips on it like circuits, and it apparently has built-in shoes... the front is open, but doesn't seem to have an actual zipper or anything, does it just stick together? There's also a lab coat, which seems to be pretty standard, other than having a ton of pockets inside... rifling through the inner pockets discovers a number of vials filled with colorful liquid (none of which, oddly, have the standard 'do not consume' labeling you'd expect on this sort of costume). The outer pockets contain, on one side, the wrist-mounted 'computer' casing and the goggles, while the other contains a shiny chrome toy gun... actually it's got some decent heft to it, it doesn't feel like super cheap plastic, having a squarish body with rows of colorful 'vacuum tube' like extensions coming up at an angle on either side of it. A quick check of the sheet that came with the costume identifies it as Doctor Deviant's 'Science Gun'... hunh. \n\nAnyway, first is the bodysuit. You slide your legs into it, wiggling it up, feeling it stretch fairly easily to fit once you've got your feet in. You wiggle it up, noting with a bit of a blush that yes, you'll have to wear like... an adhesive strip or something under it if you want to be in the presence of other people, because it very clearly outlines your labia and even a bit of an indent from your clit. You slide your hands into the sleeves, fingers slipping into the attached gloves that leave just your fingertips bare, then try to pull it closed in front. You're surprised just how easily the front flaps go together, like they just sort of merge into a whole, leaving your breasts individually outlined so clearly even your areola are visible. Blushing again, you quickly snag the coat and pull it on... there, that's a little better. You pull the goggles on and get them adjusted on your forehead, then examine the wrist device (or 'Mobile Science Lab', as the sheet calls it). There's a slot for a cell phone, so once you uncase yours, you slide it into place. Once you've closed the device on your wrist, you blink a bit as the screen of your phone lights up and displays the text 'Syncing OS'. Huh? Well, maybe it's just some app built into the thing, though that's getting pretty up there for a relatively cheap costume.\n\nThe text is soon replaced by a screen reading 'Welcome back, Doctor! Would you care to issue one of your standard injections?' Below that, it pops up a series of boxes.\n\n|[[Mind Enhancer|GGMCE6x3]]|\n\n|[[Chimera Cocktail|GGDocDev]]|\n\n|[[Sexual Overcharge|GGDocDev]]|\n\n|[[Cancel|GGDocDev]]|

"Vagabonds"? Who wants to dress like a vagabond? Guess they needed another V-word or something. Still, bad guys usually get the coolest costumes anyway, so why not check it out? \n\nYou look over the racks, sliding the costumes along the bars. A lot of them are just the largest piece of the costume left out, with a sealed bag clipped to the hangar as well that contains a picture of the character, either drawn or with someone wearing it (or some version of it, the cynical part of your brain notes since some of the photos look way too nice to match the price tags on the bags). Most of them seem to be knockoffs, but at least not cheap knockoffs. There are some pretty neat ones that look like they're within your price range too, which draws your attention. It might have to sit in your closet for a few months but any one of them would make a good Halloween costume.\n\nOne of them is called '[[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x2]]', and looks to be the typical mad scientist sort. Lab coat, bodysuit, goggles, all that jazz. Though you are kinda drawn to it mostly because of the accessories... the goggles look kind of cool, as does the belt with all the pseudo-science junk on it and the PipBoy-esque wrist mounting. Even if the suit or coat wound up not fitting, the accessories would be cool for cosplay stuff.\n\nThere's another one called '[[Mistress Kitty|GGMCE]]' that looks like someone mashed together Catwoman and Felicia. It has a fuzzy black bikini, thigh-high boots, and tall gloves, as well as kitty ears, yellow goggles, and a whip. Probably cheap stuff but... well, maybe the fuzzy bikini would be good for a sexy selfie or two.\n\nThere's one labeled '[[The Flasher|GGMCE]]' that just has a big brown trench coat... you guess that counts as a "vagabond", huh? Honestly that one you mostly consider because it actually looks like a really nice coat, even if it isn't your style, and it's really cheap. You could always give it away as a gift or something.\n\nThe fourth one is just called '[[The Destroyer|GGMCE]]' and shows a huge, muscular figure in a bodysuit, spiked harness, and horned helmet. You kind of want to get that one just to laugh with your friends at the fake muscles and the box graphics, since he looks like some third tier professional wrestler.

Deciding you've had enough of any sort of civilization for the moment and maybe roughing it is the answer, you turn and head into the forest along the side of the road, soon disappearing among the trees. Well, as far as anyone looking for you is concerned. If anyone is. You're just going to stop now before you depress yourself.\n\nAnyway, you look around as you walk along. Sure is a lot of... nature. You're not super up on your nature lore. Or survival skills. Which is maybe something you should have considered before you came out here, but oh well. You'll have to pick it up as you go, you guess. Let's see, basics... water, food, shelter, in that order you guess. Or wait, is it better to have shelter before you go looking for food? Hoo boy this could wind up being a problem. Still, not much to do but keep going, since you've already made your choice.\n\nAfter walking for awhile, you notice a wooden sign. Huh... you may not exactly be in the <i>middle</i> of nowhere, but you're probably on the outer border of nowhere at this point. It's next to a fairly obvious packed earth path. The sign says 'Wicked Witch ->', and then a bunch of gibberish underneath. What, seriously? Someone not just claiming to be a witch, but a wicked witch? That's pretty weird. Maybe it's a tourist trap or something... wait, what tourists would be all the way out here? Might be worth checking out, just because it's the first really interesting thing you've seen so far.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down the path.|RunForestPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Examine the sign further.|RunForest1x1]]\n\n[[Ignore both and keep going.|RunForest2x1]]

Suddenly very aware of how long you've been on the road and feeling both embarrassed and amazed that she was willing to approach you anyway, you clear your throat. "Um, could I maybe, like... use your bathroom and get cleaned up a little, first?"\n\n"Sure! Just through there," she chirps, pointing at another door near the entry. Nodding gratefully, you step inside and find that the bathroom is as, if not a little more, upscale than the room itself. There's a full shower and bath, and it looks like the tub probably has waterjets. You've definitely got other things on your mind than lounging around in sudsy water, though, and you quickly strip off and start the shower running, barely waiting for the water to get warm before you step inside.\n\nThe feeling of a hot shower after all this time is almost enough to distract you from the thought of who's waiting for you out in the main room. Almost. Your cock still stays mostly hard, wobbling back and forth in front of you as you turn to let the hot water hit every part of your body, running your hands through your hair repeatedly. Even after thoroughly rinsing it, it does still feel a little oily to you... ugh. Definitely no good if you want to impress Mai. Opening your eyes, you look around the shower for the bath products.\n\nTurns out she has quite the collection. She must either like a variety or, more likely to judge by some of the brands, have other people that spend the night regularly. You hope none of them turn up while you're here. ... Well, maybe, you've seen a porno or two that indicates that could get kind of interesting. Trying not to get distracted by imaginings when the real thing's waiting for you, you focus on making your selection from the array of different bottles.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sword: Bodywash For Manly Men.|HLMai9x1]]\n\n[[Elegant Lady Vanilla Bodywash.|HLMai]]\n\n[[Horse Shampoo.|HLMai6x1]]\n\n[[Generic store brand.|HLMai7x1]]

Honestly, you'd kind of like your penis back, plz, kthx. Besides, being able to just destroy stuff by smacking it with a huge phall-, er, sword sounds cathartic. You reach out and touch the image of the male, and abruptly find your body changing, breasts flattening and muscles tightening to lean but toned male proportions, as clothing wraps around your body. As you feel a weight settle on your back, everything goes dark. Then light flickers on, revealing a train car that's already pulling to a stop. The doors next to you slide open, revealing a very shocked-looking guard in red. Acting more on instinct than anything else, you snap a hand out, punching him directly in the face and knocking him sprawling. You step out hurriedly, seeing other characters... among them Cloud and Barret... already rushing across the platform. Another pair of red-clad guards run up the stairs, completely ignore the rest, and make a beeline for you. Because of course they do.\n\nReaching over your shoulder, you grab the huge sword strapped to your back and swing it around as the guards screech to a halt about eight feet away and just stand there with their guns raised, bobbing a bit in place. You can see that one's a guy, and one's a girl, though obviously the guard uniforms aren't terribly flattering (you think it's the big ugly hats). A blue menu with white text pops up, reading 'Ex-SOLDIER' in the upper left corner, and your HP and MP numbers and bar below that. It also has a list of options reading 'Attack', 'Grapple', and 'Escape'. Hm, not much there, more commands must unlock as you go... although you don't recall ever seeing 'Grapple' before, that must be some special ability of this character. Should you try it out now? Or just hurry up and deal with this obvious tutorial battle so that you can catch up with the rest?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use 'Attack' on the male guard, 'Grapple' on the female.|FF7M]]\n\n[[Use 'Attack' on the female guard, 'Grapple' on the male.|FF7M]]\n\n[[Use 'Grapple' on both.|FF7M]]\n\n[[Just use 'Attack' for both.|FF7M1x1]]\n\n[[Try 'Escape'.|FF7M]]

"Um, just... order whatever you think sounds good," you murmur, tearing your eyes from her and moving to sit on the edge of the oversized bed. For the first time, you notice there's only one.\n\n"Hm, most of these dishes aren't familiar to me, but alright." She picks up the phone and dials, then spends a few moments looking over the menu some more as she waits through the automated response. You don't even pay attention as she rattles off quite a list of things before hanging up. In fact you've distracted yourself that you almost jump when she says "Master?" right in front of you.\n\n"Um, sorry." You glance up, then blush and look away since you can mostly only see her tits at this angle.\n\n"Is something wrong, master?" She leans down a bit, frowning. "You seem a bit jumpy. Do you not like girls?"\n\n"Wha?! I mean... yeah!" you blurt. Looking back at her, you can feel your face heat further. "I just, I mean... I didn't want to force you to do anything you didn't want to do, since you said you had to, y'know..."\n\n"Oh, don't worry about <i>that</i>," she says with a snort. She immediately goes to her knees and brushes apart the flaps of your robe, revealing your cock jutting up from your lap. "I don't mind fucking you at all!"\n\n"Um," is all you can get out before she wraps her mouth around your cockhead and then slides all the way down until her full, plump lips are pressed around the root of your dick. You collapse back onto your hands, your arms barely supporting you as you stare in amazement. There wasn't even a hint of a gag reflex as she gulped you down, nor as she begins to bob her head up and down, her tongue incredibly agile as it dances all along your shaft and washes your head every time she rises up to the tip. One of her hands comes up to cradle your balls, and you collapse onto your elbows as she begins rolling them around smoothly and expertly, just the constant extra little sensations driving you over the edge. With all that buildup and your inexperience, it's barely a minute before you're groaning and pouring your load down her throat.\n\n"Mmmm, virgin cum," she purrs as she raises up, licking her lips. She wraps a hand around your cock and pumps it a few times, not letting it even begin to go soft, not that there was much threat of that. "It's been a long time. You know, master, you have a very nice cock for a mere mortal, but I am used to a bit more. Would you mind if I made you a bit more..." Her lips curl in a wicked smile. "... gifted?"\n\nIt takes a few moments for your somewhat fuzzy brain to sort out all the various mixed messages that series of statements sends it, but it eventually manages to single out 'Dude, she wants to give you a bigger dick!' Being a teenage male, you nod eagerly. "Y-yeah, thanks Okana!"\n\n"And don't worry if it seems a bit too big," she adds cheerfully as she continues to pump her hand lazily up and down your length. Though now you notice that every time she does that, her hand moves a little bit farther despite never leaving your cock, and her fingers are curled a little less. "Some of the magic will go into making sure that it will fit into even merely mortal girls."\n\nYou nod numbly, unable to look away as your cock just gets bigger and bigger in her hands, your balls expanding against her palm. It feels... amazing, like you're constantly building up to a powerful orgasm, but instead of plateauing and growing desperate, it just keeps going higher and higher, filling your body with more and more pleasure. Every time you think she's going to stop, that she can't possibly mean to make it any bigger, Okana just keeps going. Constant dribbles and near-spurts of pre ooze from the enlarged hole in the tip, smeared over the length by the strokes of her hand.\n\nEventually a pillar of throbbing flesh at least twenty inches long juts up from your lap. Apparently finally satisfied, Okana stretches her lips wide and stuffs the head between them, working her way downward. This time you can hear her quaq and gulp as her throat visibly bulges with your girth, but she just keeps eagerly stuffing your cock in her mouth. You moan loudly as she sucks you down, her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth and barely even able to wriggle now, but she still keeps going until her plump, stretched lips are pressed around the much wider root of your dick again. She bobs quickly up and down over almost a foot of your length, then finally yanks herself off, but only to quickly bury her face against your large ballsack, licking and sucking at it.\n\nThis time you find you can hold back, your control having apparently increased with your size. Still, it's sorely strained as Okana wraps her massive brown tits around your cock and starts kneading them and squeezing them, massaging your shaft with the supple flesh. Despite their size, with your length she's still got enough to suck on, working her head up and down over whatever sticks out with a surprising agility... she must have the spine of a cat! You hold out for a good long while before finally releasing your load into her mouth. The first gush is enough to overflow, spattering out past her lips and speckling your belly and lap, before she starts gulping eagerly. Your own orgasm just keeps going and going... it feels like a gallon of thick jizz must be rushing out of you. Finally she sucks her mouth off of the end of your dick with a loud *pop*, grinning up at you with her cum-smeared lips.\n\n"I'm a sexual being by nature, master," Okana says, voice a bit hoarse from having your thick cock shoved down her throat. "Frankly I like to fuck like some people like to shake hands. So obviously there's no need to worry, especially if you just treat me right."\n\nYou blink some of the fuzz out of your brain, pushing yourself back up onto your hands as you look down at her. Damn, like shaking hands...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, if that's how she is, that's how she is. Let her be herself.|Okanaplaceholder]]\n\n[[No, from now on, she fucks you and only you.|Okanaplaceholder]]

You press the trigger, and a bright beam of... dull?... light shoots out. Well, you didn't determine the visual wavelength, you just did the Science! It strikes your mother with enough of a physical sensation that she gives a slight yelp and turns towards you, scowling and obviously about to begin a lecture that will end with a grounding. But before she can even start it, her eyes slowly glaze over, and her body relaxes slightly from its angry, tensed-up one. Her expression even becomes what you'd call 'neutrally pleasant', with a light, relaxed smile as she says in a slightly airy, distant voice, "Oh, nevermind dear, I'm sorry. Of course you're right."\n\n"Kukukuku! I'm always right!" you cackle, finally deigning to slip your Science Gun into your coat pocket so you can rub your hands together fiendishly. "And from now on you'll acknowledge that, won't you, Mother?!"\n\n"Of course, dear, you know best," your mother replies breezily.\n\n"That's what I thought! Now, since you maligned it earlier, perhaps you should learn one of the benefits of the Science Suit by getting down on your knees and eating me out through it!" you declare, flinging back your labcoat dramatically (partly to make sure it's out of the way, but also because drama). \n\n"Yes, certainly, if that's what you want, dear," she answers in that same airy tone, pleasant small smile unwavering as she walks over and kneels down in front of you, hands moving to rest on your thighs as she leans in and down. Her tongue begins sliding over the slick surface of the suit where it molds up against your pussy, those glazed eyes settling on your face as she begins sucking and kissing at the plump, latex-covered lips of your sex. \n\n"Kukuku, the inferior should kneel before their masters, shouldn't they, slave?" you gloat, even though your voice catches just slightly with a hint of a gasp as your mother's tongue slides over your clit, the material clinging to and outlining it as well as she teases it further out with her oral work. The Science Suit is of course designed to transmit only the best and most beneficial version of any given sensory information, so every little lick or suck or kiss sends a flicker of just-right pleasure through your body, making you briefly bite your lip in not-so-above-it-all pleasure as you put a hand on the back of her head.\n\nYour mother lifts her mouth from your pussy briefly to reply breezily, "Of course, dear, as your slave I'll kneel to you whenever you want." Then she returns to her oral ministrations, tongue sliding over the thin plastic-like material even more smoothly and easily than it would over your wet flesh. Exhaling softly, you slide your fingers down and between her lips and your lower lips, stroking them over yourself to feel her saliva smeared all over the slick surface, and to feel her hot tongue rolling at your knuckles as she gives your fingers a few sucks.\n\n"Yes, well, now that we've established the pecking order," you declare after moaning your way through a few light orgasms, your mother continuing to tirelessly and obediently lick your pussy where she kneels fully-clothed on the floor. "We should look to the next order of business!"\n\n<hr>\n[[A daring tech heist!|GGDocDev1x2]]\n\n[[Securing funding!|GGDocDev]]\n\n[[Taking care of Father!|GGDocDev]]

"Oh? A tech heist?" your mother asks between sucks at your suit-clad pussylips.\n\n"Yessss, for even though the Loyalty Laser is a formidable piece of Science, it alone is not enough to secure my complete domination of the planet," you muse, your voice still breathy from the continued stimulation even as you thoughtfully cup your chin for dramatic effect. "I am in fact aware of several different devices which, when combined with the Loyalty Laser, could most effectively lead me to my rightful place as ruler over the fawning rabble. It is merely a question of... which one to pursue...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The Genetic Differentiator|GGDocDev]]\n\n[[The Wave Reconfigurator|GGDocDev]]\n\n[[Spaaaaaaaaace!|GGDocDev]]

Probably best to have some amount of privacy to execute your plans for the girls. You spend a few moments pondering how best to handle doing so, then grin as you come up with one. Using a disguise spell to take on the appearance of one of the Titans' acquaintances, Aqualad, you move to one of the consoles and set it up to make the call look like it's coming from the other Titans Tower before dialing Robin.\n\n"Aqualad. What's up? Is there trouble?" Robin asks as he comes on, frowning slightly.\n\n"Yeah, I've got a request for help from a Titan in trouble in another dimension."\n\n"Another dimension?" Robin looks a little shocked, but quickly nods. "Alright, other dimension or not, if they need help, we'll be there. I'll get the others and-"\n\n"Sorry, but Raven and Starfire can't go," you interrupt, trying to put just the faintest bit of chagrin into Aqualad's solemn tones. "The Titan is Wonder Boy, and he's from Reverse Themiscyra. The Reverse Amazons don't allow women on the island."\n\n"That seems sexist," Robin replies with a frown. Then he glances upwards. "Wait, why doesn't it seem sexist when the non-reverse Amazons do it? ..." He gives his head a quick shake, his own solemn demeanor back in place. "Alright, I'll explain it to the girls, even if they probably won't like it. We'll be there as soon as possible."\n\n"Here are the coordinates of the portal to Reverse Themiscyra. Aqualad out," you reply, before cutting the link. Dissipating the disguise, you quickly assume shadowform and slip quickly into one of the shadows in a corner of the room, merging with it. A few moments later Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg come rushing past, headed for the vehicle bay. You snicker quietly to yourself... the portal is actually to a small hell-dimension full of feral lesser succubi discarded by their masters who were bored with them. If they ever make it back, it will be far too late and they'll be far too tired to do anything about your plans. A few moments later, Starfire and Raven make their way down, the latter scowling a bit deeper than usual while the former is closer to pouting.\n\n"Stupid sexist Reverse Amazons," Raven mutters as she moves to flop down on the couch, folding her arms beneath her full chest.\n\n"I would tend to agree!" Starfire adds with a huff, putting both hands on her hips and giving a nod. Then she pauses, putting a fingertip to her lower lip and glancing up slightly. "Though Friend Raven, do not the Amazons of this universe have a similar law? Is that not sexist as well?"\n\nRaven opens her mouth for a moment... then sighs and closes it, putting a hand to her forehead. "Star, why don't you get a snack?"\n\n"Oh, a lovely idea!" the alien chirps, turning to flit towards the kitchen.\n\nHm, this would be a great time to either try to split them up further, or go on the attack.\n\n<hr>\n[[Divide and conquer.|Rook4x3]]\n\n[[Blitz.|Rook]]

Separating these two even further is a great idea, it will give you time to go after each one at your leisure. Especially with the idea you have, it's a classic and an extremely basic spell besides. The moment Starfire opens the fridge even a crack you send a flicker of magic inside. The alien girl blinks and glances around, as if she might have noticed, but after a second apparently dismisses the thought and opens the door the rest of the way. Her gaze immediately falls on the glistening, red, almost candy-like apple inside, a soft "Ooooo!" escaping her lips. Her eyes go the faintest amount of glassy as the compulsion spell on the apple takes hold, and she reaches forward, immediately devouring it core and all in several large bites.\n\n"A most pleasing bit of produce! I-!" Starfire begins to proclaim, before she interrupts herself with a yawn. Her eyes grow heavy-lidded, and she rubs at one with her fist. "Mmf. Perhaps it is best I did not go on the mission, I am suddenly quite exhausted," she proclaims, her voice a bit hazy and marked by another yawn. "I think... I will return to my room for a feline nap."\n\n"Okay, Starfire," Raven replies, apparently having become absorbed in an episode of some show about a samurai and not paying particularly close attention anymore. \n\nStarfire floats towards the elevator as if half asleep already, shoulders slumped and arms dangling, while Raven continues to watch TV.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go after Starfire.|Rook]]\n\n[[Go after Raven.|Rook]]

Your sister is, after all, your primary objective, and her cute little orange friend will make a nice bonus to that. Father will be pleased as long as Raven suffers, the rest of the Titans are merely extra credit at that point.\n\nHm. The question is, do you try and get rid of the boys first? You could create some sort of diversion and make sure they leave the tower and thus won't interfere with your plans for the girls... but then again that's likely to put the girls on the alert, and you'll have less of an element of surprise.\n\n<hr>\n[[Divert the boys.|Rook4x2]]\n\n[[Just go at the girls.|Rook]]

'Are you really a vampire?' almost comes out of your mouth, but you stop yourself. That seems a stupid question at this point... you know she is. You know you are too, you can just feel it. But you realize there's another, closely-tied question. "Are you really... her?"\n\nHera plasters a look of confused innocence on her face, though her faintly glowing red eyes are laughing. "'Her'? Whatever do you mean, Gwyn?"\n\nYou frown a little. "You know. ... The witch. ... The bride of Satan."\n\n"It was really more like 'fiancee'," she answers almost immediately, shrugging elaborately before clambering up onto the stone slab with you, leaning back against the opposite wall, her long, bare white legs brushing yours. "But yes, that's me, the one that was buried in that infamous grave. Admittedly I might have gotten a little <i>too</i> mischievous with my magic and caused a few problems... I think they overreacted but in the end, as the lady said, 'It's a fair cop'," she adds with a smaller shrug.\n\n"You were really a witch then. And you really..." You trail off, staring at her.\n\n"Mm-hmmmm." Her lips curl in a wicked grin. "I danced naked in the moonlight in the woods, did the chants and rituals, and there he was, with the head and legs of a goat, the wings of a bat, the very brawny chest of a man..." She slips a dainty foot out and starts running her toes lightly along your limp prick, making you shiver as it slowly stiffens. "And the cock of a donkey. And I got down on all fours and I brayed for him as he rammed that donkey dick into my virgin cunt and pounded me, making me cum over, and over, and over again while I said all the most wicked, profane things I could think of." She moves her delicate toes down to tease your balls gently as you huff softly. "It was quite a lot of fun. Not that you and I wasn't a lot of fun too, I'll remember that one just as long."\n\nYou kind of feel yourself blush again, though the sensation's a little strange. "Ah... nice to hear that I'm up there with the Devil, I guess."\n\n"Well, <i>a</i> devil, anyway, to be honest I have no idea if he's actually the one mentioned in theology or if he just likes the look." Grinning, Hera moves her foot away, leaving you half relieved and half disappointed. "But, after we finished, I had the ability to do magic. Not anything particularly amazing or impressive, mostly just the ability to nudge luck to the good or bad, find this or that weakness, occasionally I intuitively understood secrets. Still enough that I wound up getting myself in trouble and executed."\n\n"I guess they didn't really behead you like they did in the story, though," you note, glancing at her unblemished neck.\n\n"Oh no, they totally did, it was actually a really interesting experience, you should try it sometime." Hera grins wolfishly at your obvious shock, turning to hop back down to the floor and lean a hip on the edge of the slab. "Their mistake was that they buried my head with me. So, a month or so later once it had reattached and I'd finished my transformation, I clawed my way out, laughed myself sick at the statue, covered up the grave so it wasn't too obvious it was empty now, and skedaddled into the woods. Went off and lived in a few other places for about a century before I came back... it is home, after all."\n\n"So, you're the one who keeps the grave dirt tilled? Just to remind people?"\n\n"Nope. Now it's not just a grave, it can be..." She frowns a little, then shrugs again. "A portal. Basically if I ever get tired of 'life' up here, I can come back, open my grave as a portal to Hell, and go join my donkey-dicked pitchfork-wielding fiance in his kingdom."\n\n"Oh. Um... what'll happen then?" you ask, actually feeling a bit worried for her.\n\n"Don't know. Maybe he'll make me his queen. Maybe he'll make me his slave. Or both! Or just torture me forever. Whatever he does, I'm not too worried about it... I'm not even close to getting tired of the mortal world yet!"\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[What are my powers?|GwynVamp1x5f]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

Yes, some form of corruption, to turn the little hero into what she most despises... an agent of evil, chaos, and destruction! \n\nYou do have several methods for doing so that you could use, as well. All of them involve some level of infusing her with dark energy... it's just a matter of choosing what you mix that dark energy with, if anything.\n\nFor example, you could turn her into a [[Dark Magical Girl|HLSenshi17x2]] by infusing her with dark energy, but aligning that energy to her own wavelength, thereby turning her own nature in on itself. She would become a "fallen paladin" as it were, an evil mockery of her Warrior of Justice self!\n\nOr you could infuse her with a heavy dose of both dark energy and [[feral violence|HLSenshi]], turning her into a cruel creature possessed of great lust... and great bloodlust. A no doubt sharp-toothed monstrosity with a hunger for flesh and death to match its other appetites.\n\nOr you could let the dark energy be completely unformed and in its natural [[chaotic|HLSenshi]] state, no doubt causing numerous strange and deviant mutations that would only continue to increase as she gave in to her lust.

Yes... showing her the power and pleasure of being evil, letting her be seduced by it and understand its glory. Perhaps even to have her apologize to you for ever opposing you because she's come to know just how good it feels to be bad. \n\nAh... but exactly how to accomplish that?\n\nYou could use the [[First Level Curse Seal|HLSenshi]] on her. While it would corrupt her power and turn her into a Dark Magical Girl, making her obedient to her sire, you, her personality and will would otherwise be unaltered. It would be up to you to corrupt her mind... to have her slowly give in to the pleasures she experienced following your orders to do evil. To watch her ever more gradually slide down the slope of degeneracy and begin to love her new existence all on her own.\n\nOf course, if you were feeling more in the mood for instant gratification, there's the [[Ultimate Level Curse Seal|HLSenshi]]. It would take more of your power to apply... but, there's a good, strong source of energy laying facedown on the floor nearby that the two of you could feed off of when you were done. Instead of a Dark Magical Girl, she'd more properly be a Magical Youma... depraved and eager from the moment she rose to her feet, ready and willing to carry out whatever cruelty you suggested and likely ready to suggest some of her own.

Thinking fast, you cry, "I saw her sneaking in here! There was no one around to tell, so I followed her to see what she was up to!" \n\n"What?!" Sandra shrieks, aghast, as you shove yourself to sit up a bit further on top of her.\n\n"When she saw I'd followed her she attacked me, she said she'd kill me to stop me from letting you know what she was doing!"\n\n"You lying bi-!" Sandra starts, before her head snaps back as your fist cracks against her mouth, the back of her skull thumping against the floor and stunning her, nothing else coming for a moment but a rough cough that has red bubbling past her split lips.\n\n"Very interesting. Well, you seem to have subdued her. Step aside," Ji Kulao orders, waiting as you slowly get off of Sandra and to your feet, before clapping his hands. A handful of men in white, broad-sleeved shirts come traiping in, immediately grabbing the half-limp blonde and lifting her up, before carrying her down the hall. "Very well, Miss Brig. Please, come inside and join us for dinner."\n\nAs you nervously follow him into the dining room, you can't help but flinch as Mako falls into step behind you, giving a loud snort before booming, "Do not tell me that you believe her, old man."\n\n"Whether she is truthful is not important to me," Ji Kulao says, making you flinch again, before he gives a low chuckle and gestures for you to take a seat. Once you've settled into the stone chair and watched Mako take his own seat again, the wrinkled old man continues. "What I find interesting are her quick thinking and her ruthlessness. Her desire to triumph no matter the expense of others. Don't make such a face, dear... you may as well admit that's what sort you are now, if you want to get out of this not only alive, but bettered for the experience."\n\nYou suppose you can't really argue that. You glance back and forth between Ji Kulao and Mako. "What do you mean, bettered...?"\n\n"A person of your inclinations could be useful to me. Right now I have nothing but these low-level minions to carry out my will, and most of them are restricted to existence on this island. You, on the other hand... I see great potential for you as a lieutenant of sorts. Wealth, secrets, immortality... all of these are offered in Hell Kore. But these can be yours without even needing to win, and many other powers as well, as you prove yourself."\n\n"O... kay, I kind of get what you're offering," you allow, tilting your head. "But I mean, specifically, what do you mean, powers?"\n\n"I could teach you the ways of ki manipulation and magic, to harness the energies both of your body and other worlds and bend them to your own will, and to thus make slaves of others... even to take and imprison their very souls." Ji Kulao smirks as your eyes widen. "Or perhaps what you seek is physical power and perfection? If so, there is a unique extract from Lord Mako's world that could grant it to you."\n\n"You would give <i>that</i> to some unproven human?" Mako snorts, glowering a bit at you and making you nervously lean back in your chair.\n\n"Why not? She would need to prove herself to grow her power." Ji Kulao grins at Mako, then looks back at you, his expression cooling a little. "Of course, if you have no trust in the ways of worlds beyond this one, there is a man I have invited here on the grounds of his mastery over technology... he is a 'cyberneticist', and would gradually grant you new technological body parts."\n\n"And to earn all of this, I'd have to...?"\n\n"First thing, several very special matches of Hell Kore," Ji Kulao says with a smirk. "Fighters who have elected to chance it all for much greater rewards... meaning, they will be deathmatches. Or, if not death, then sufficiently altering or damaging the person in question so as to permanently eliminate them as a fighter. No worries... I would give you a measure of power immediately, so that your win would be almost assured."\n\nSo you'd have to kill, or maim, or... break... a bunch of people, first thing. But you can't exactly back out now... can you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the magic.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Take the 'unique extract'.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Take the cybernetic enhancements.|HellKore]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HellKore]]

"I guess I'll have a beer," you answer. It wouldn't be the first time... your parents don't even really mind you having an occasional one at home. Well, okay, very occasional, and they might not be thrilled about you doing it away from home, but hey, they're not here.\n\n"Cool. Hup!" Jonny calls as he tosses a bottle across the room to Donny, who catches it and holds it up.\n\n"Just your basic beer, here." He glances at the label. "'Middle Of The Road'. Nothing special, but decent stuff."\n\n"Hup!" Ronny acknowledges as he catches the second bottle, holding it up as well. "This one's called Racehorse Ale. Heh, guess you could say we're pretty into it."\n\n"Whatcha havin'?" Jonny calls from his spot at the fridge.\n\n<hr>\n[[Middle Of The Road.|DRJ2x2]]\n\n[[Racehorse Ale.|DRJplaceholder]]

"I want to be useful to you, Mistress," you say softly, shivering as she pinches your nipple again. "As much as a worthless, pathetic piece of meat like me can be, anyway."\n\n"Mm, alright, then. Clear a path, sluts, I need to use the table," she snaps at the rest of the group, the other eleven scurrying out of the way, most of them giving soft, pleasured moans at getting to obey an order from their owner, even one as innocuous as that. She snaps her fingers and points at the table, and you understand what she wants with just that, like a soft pressure in your brain that automatically knows her wants, and of course sends a wash of endorphins through you at doing so. You move to the kitchen table and bend over it, spreading your legs some to rest more of your weight on the wood. Errana steps up behind you, slapping her cock against your ass several times, kneading the round, firm cheeks with both hands and spreading them to bare your pucker. Then she settles the tip of her cock against your asshole and pushes forward, until the thick head slips inside and begins to be followed by the rest of the smooth, thick crimson shaft.\n\nYou cum instantly, moaning joyfully and sluttily as you feel your owner's prick filling up your asshole. You were fucked (and even fisted) up the ass plenty last night... but you know this is real, and what's more, it's your reason for existing that's fucking you up the ass this time. Errana gives a few slow, smooth strokes, burying inches at a time into your previously virgin hole, until her big red balls slap against your whorishly sodden pussy. Then she grabs hold of your hips and begins using a quicker motion, pumping a good six inches in and out of you at a time, her sultry coos and soft, dominant moans making you cum almost as much as the thrusts of her throbbing prick.\n\nAs the orgasms start to overlap, your body begins to change, as if the pleasure itself were reshaping your form. Your breasts swell and enlarge, pushing you further up off the tabletop, starting to turn a pale purple color as they grow, the coloration gradually spreading to the rest of your body. Your tongue, already lolling out some as you moan and drool, grows longer and longer as well, until several inches of it are sprawled on the lacquered wood, the tip shifting into a forked shape. Small horns bud from your forehead, your canine teeth sharpen, and your nails dig gouges in the wood of the table and tile of the floor as they lengthen and turn shiny black. Your pussylips and clit grow smaller and smaller, until the Mistress's balls are slapping against wet, smooth skin instead. Then your purple skin bulges in two places, one dropping into a sack, the other pushing forward and gradually shaping into a fat prick eleven inches long.\n\n"Now, you're <i>mine</i>," Errana snarls ecstatically as she slams forward hard, hands squeezing your hips as she starts gushing cum deep in your ass. Your eyes roll up, turning yellow with black sclera as you cum harder than you ever imagined you could, your cock shooting at least a quart of incredibly thick cum every time it spurts underneath the table, almost in time with the even larger spurts of your owner's cum deep in your ass. After a few moments, your Mistress pulls her cock out of your ass, sighing happily as cum dribbles down your taint and over your purple balls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGDog6x3]]

Beast Boy was pretty goofy, and pretty goofy-looking, but you always thought his powers were pretty interesting. You float towards the container with the black and purple bodysuit inside, reaching out to touch it. \n\nYou abruptly find that bodysuit wrapped around you, your body sprawled out on a bed. You blink and sit up, finding yourself in a messy room with a large window looking out across a bay and towards a city, on the lower of a set of bunk beds. (Why bunk beds, doesn't he have the room to himself?) Oh wait it's because bunk beds are <i>cool</i> you think smugly to yourself as memories and feelings begin settling in around you, providing context, because obviously the room's not messy it's just lived-in and, y'know, homey!\n\nYou reach up, fingering one of your pointy ears, and realize that you have an earbud tucked into it. Oh yeah, your tunes! You were just about to listen to something on your player. You glance at the screen, scrolling through the songs. This one band...? ... Oh, these are some sort of special songs, right? You recognize that there's something different about them, but it's a little hard to focus on what. ... Oh well that's normal for you. Sometimes you wonder if you have one of those letter disorders, like ADOh hey there's some really good music on here.\n\n<hr>\n[[The Debugs - Animal Attraction|TTBB]]\n\n[[The Debugs - Bitches in Heat|TTBB]]\n\n[[The Debugs - Monster Magnet|TTBB]]\n\n[[The Debugs - Turning Point|TTBB]]\n\n[[Eric Carmen - All By Myself|TTBB]]\n\n[[Monster Magnet - Dinosaur Vacuum|TTBB]]\n\n[[Actually these are lame, forget it.|TTBB]]

Something inside you... maybe the last bit of resistance... snaps, and you break from the group to rush to the side of the table, grabbing up the collar and slipping it around your neck, fumbling with the clasp.\n\n"Cy!" Leslie cries in horror.\n\n"I've got to," you huff back, finally managing to get the strap through and fitted in one of the holes. "Or I'll spend the rest of my life thinking about it!" You slip the tail end through its holder, and moan happily as a feeling of immense relief and pleasure rushes through your body. "Shit, Max was right, it feels really good," you coo, slipping a hand between your legs and starting to stroke your fingers along your slit shamelessly.\n\nThere's another moment of hesitation and exchanged glances. Then it's like the floodgates open and all the others scramble for the table as well, with calls of "Which one's mine?!", "Hey, that's the wrong one!" and "Help me do it up!"\n\nSmiling, you pick up the last collar, a brilliant blue one, and walk over to where Leslie's standing, just staring at everyone else either doing up their collars or relaxing into glassy-eyed bliss. You hold it resting on your palms, bringing it up to her eye level, watching her body start to tremble as her eyes fix on the dangling, swaying silver tag bearing her name. "You don't have to," you purr. "But I know you want to, Leslie."\n\nHer eyes dart up to your face, then back to the silvery tag. Then she curses softly under her breath, snatching the collar with trembling hands and starting to buckle it on. She angrily shoves the tail through the loop, before her slender body relaxes, eyes losing anger and focus, a soft rush of breath passing out of her and taking her free will with it. "God, yes, that feels <i>so</i> much better."\n\nYou smile and duck down to kiss her, your tongues briefly swirling together before you straighten up and turn, the rest of the group doing so in near-unison to face a single point. In a puff of purple smoke, the woman from the park appears... albeit naked and bright red, with shiny black claws tipping her fingers and toes, a spade-tipped tail swishing back and forth behind her, smallish batlike wings spread from her back, horns on her head, and a long, thick, currently limp human cock dangling down over a heavy, hairless red sack. Svarog appears beside her... albeit even bigger and more muscular than before, shoulders larger, a pair of forward-swept horns jutting from the sides of his head, his eyes solid red, the jutting cock below him almost as red and a good twenty inches long at least, the knot bigger than a softball even now.\n\n"My my, twelve at once," Errana coos, her cock slowly starting to rise as she takes in the crowd of naked, glassy-eyed teenage girls standing in front of her. "I don't think a single one of my associates can claim such a score. It was definitely worth the ridiculous amount of mana I spent to spread the spell out from this bitch to all the rest of you, and making all those copies of Svarog as well. I'll have to go to the pound and pick up some dogs to make quick servants with to keep this many bitches satisfied." She saunters towards you, her cock now erect, not as big as Svarog's... maybe a "mere" sixteen inches. She lets it poke and rub against your crotch and belly as she fondles one of your breasts, toying with your nipple, before raising her hand up to cup your chin. "I couldn't have done it without you, dear. Not only the lust lurking in your heart when we met that let me ensorcel you and then your friends into half-dreams, but without you snapping and giving in to the pleasure of slavery, I doubt near as many of your little friends would have followed you."\n\nYou moan in pleasure, both at your owner's touch and at her words. "Thank you, Mistress."\n\n"In fact, you did such a good job, I'm going to offer you a choice." She laughs as momentary panic blooms in your eyes. "Oh, you'll still be my slave either way... don't worry your pretty little head about needing to make <i>real</i> decisions or exercise that pesky free will. I just want you to choose the method of your slavery. I'll either make you a demon," she continues, reaching down with one hand to grip her cock and start rubbing it deliberately against your belly. "An extremely lowly, near-powerless, very <i>pathetic</i> demon," she purrs, slapping her cock against your belly to emphasize 'pathetic', sending a spatter of pre across your skin and making you cum a little. "Or you can just remain a bland, brainless, human-looking fuck animal. You'll be more useful to your Mistress as a demon... but then, your Mistress will also probably enjoy you even more as a fuckpet."\n\nYou shiver at the thought of either being useful or being enjoyed, and definitely at being degraded and pathetic either way. You can hardly wait to begin service to your Mistress, though whimper at having to make a decision of how to serve. But she told you to, so you'll have to. You'll be a...\n\n<hr>\n[[Demon.|GGDog6x2]]\n\n[[Fuck animal.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"I think I'll get it to go, if you don't mind," you reply after a moment. The desolation of the real is starting to catch up to you and you're pining for your nice dim room.\n\n"That's fine, dear, sometimes you most appreciate a cold treat when you're walking home through the summer heat," Tandy chirps as she pours the concoction from the mug and into a clear plastic glass, putting a lid with a straw already in it atop and wrapping a napkin around the middle before handing it to you. "Enjoy! And be sure to come back and tell me how it was!" she adds with a giggle.\n\nYou take a first sip, just to make sure this isn't something you'll discretely throw in the first trash bin you pass, and find that it's still pretty thick, probably only thinned out by being passed from mug to plastic cup. Still it's quite thick, and the flavor hits your mouth with an intense burst of both chocolate and cherry flavors. You're amazed by how distinct and yet perfectly balanced they are, without either tasting too "fake-y" like some badly-flavored ice cream can. You feel a little shiver pass through your whole body, your tongue and mind a little shocked by just how good it is. You're almost tempted to stand here and drink it all afterwards, but your previous decision to leave already has your body on autopilot to some extent. You do make sure to give Tandy a big grin and a wave as you go though... it's way better than you thought! She giggles again as you walk out the door... must be nice to be so easily-tickled, you guess.\n\nEven in the short time you've been inside it's heated up, and you can hear the droning of cicadas along with feeling the hot summer air practically wrap around you. You're even more grateful for the feeling of cold that hits your mouth as you take another pull on the straw, letting it spread through your throat and stomach even as your skin heats up... heck, you're even glad for the condensation on your fingers and soaking the napkin! Though as you walk along, it's like the sensations being in such a contrast makes them both feel more extreme... your outside feels hotter and hotter as you walk along, and your stomach and through and mouth all feel colder, to the point that both sensations seem both distinct and suffused throughout your body all at once... kind of like the chocolate and cherry flavors of the milkshake, come to think of it, which gets thinner as it warms but never quite stops being cold itself, just leaving you feeling like there's more and more of it to drink. The flavor and the sensation actually get all mixed up too... are you chocolate and cherry flavored too? The thought makes you giggle, which makes you giggle even more because that reminds you of Tandy's giggling.\n\nYou shake it off a little as you approach the house. Whew, that walk seemed kind of long. You check your phone and find that it's already late afternoon... huh, you must have been ambling along a lot slower than you usually do. As you approach, though it's normally the time both of your parents would be home, you note that only one car is in the driveway. It looks like it's your...\n\n<hr>\n[[... mom's.|GGCandy11x1]]\n\n[[... dad's.|GGCandy10x2]]

You try, you really try your best to do as your Mistress told you. But then another one of those hunger pangs, even harsher than the one before, smashes through your body. Snarling in pain and aggravation, before you even think about it you're grabbing Leslie's short tawny hair and yanking her head to the side so you can cram your lips against hers. Your friend gasps into your mouth as you kiss her roughly, your long demonic tongue spearing into her mouth and shoving down her throat, fucking it almost as roughly as you're pounding her pussy. Your other hand shoves down and between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit as you fuck her, your tits grinding against her back.\n\nLeslie cums so hard from the sudden assault that her eyes roll up until nothing but whites show, her entire body shaking like a leaf. You feel an upswell of that energy deep in her chest and suck, hard, feeling it rush out of her and down your throat like a torrent of something thick and viscous, the only thing you could possibly imagine feeling and tasting better than Mistress's cum. You shudder as you devour your friend's soul, the energy rushing into your belly and pulsing with a thick, orgasmic heat, completely overshadowing the pleasure of your cock shuddering and pulsing in Leslie's ass as you cum in her.\n\nYour skin slowly darkens, turning a slightly richer shade of purple. Your horns grow slightly longer as well, going from tiny grey nubs to shiny black things, the upward parts a good two inches long. Still breathing heavily, you straighten up, disengaging your kiss and pulling your cock out of Leslie, the foot of purple prick dripping with your cum and hers. Leslie is panting, a small moan coming with every breath, her eyes blank. It's easy to tell that the person she was is gone... well, technically, it's a part of you, with a little more power and practice maybe you could at least restore a simulacra of-\n\nThat thought brings a wave of shame over you. You've disobeyed your Mistress! You were supposed to take Leslie's soul for her, and instead you've eaten it yourself! You've not only disobeyed your mistress, but you took something that was supposed to be hers! You want to weep, but apparently this body isn't capable, nothing but a sniffle coming out instead.\n\nAnd yet, you find yourself a bit more clear-headed as well. Rebellious thoughts... thoughts you wouldn't even have been able to have a few minutes ago... swirl through your head. You feel even greater shame at this indicator that some of your free will has returned... but those thoughts <i>are</i> there, and you'd be able to act on them...\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to escape.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to take another soul.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fess up.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

Yup, that's his black SUV alright. Kinda weird it's the only one in the driveway at this time of day, but. You head up the walk and open the door, calling out, "I'm home!" as the rush of air conditioning washes over you, somehow only brushing along the surface of your hot skin rather than feeling like it's really cooling you, at least right away.\n\n"Hey kiddo," your dad calls as he emerges from the kitchen. "How's it... wow, you hit up a tanning salon or something?"\n\n"Wha?" You glance down, looking at your arms, and wind up staring at yourself. You've got a tan... probably a darker tan than you've ever had in your life. Your skin is just on the edge between 'golden brown' and 'actual brown', a nice even color of it from fingertips up to where your sleeves are still covering you. You flex your hand a few times, surprised by the quality of it... you haven't properly tanned since you were a kid and were outside way more than you have been in the last few years. "Uh, not really, I just walked down to the shopping district and back is all," you answer distractedly, before turning your head back towards him.\n\nSuddenly you're extremely aware of how your dad smells... his aftershave (which is weird, he doesn't even use that much), his soap, his shampoo, his sweat, something you've never really noticed before but that smells just... male. Especially... you've never quite had a smell draw your eyes so intensely before, and you find your gaze wandering down a little, thinking of how his cock and his balls are just under his pants, a few layers of cloth, you never noticed there's actually a bit of bulge there, he must be hung, and... and he's talking to you and you jerk a little in place. "Huh?"\n\n"I said, are you feeling alright? I was going to order a pizza for us since your mom's gonna be working really late, but you seem kind of out of it."\n\n"Uh." Still feeling strange and now a little ashamed of yourself, you shake your head. "Actually, I think I'm sorta tired from wandering around all day, and I had a really heavy milkshake as I was walking home, so I think maybe I'll just call it a night early."\n\n"Okay, well, if you change your mind, there'll be half a pizza in the fridge," he answers, not seeming to have noticed your wandering gaze, or that your nipples are now trying to drill a hole in your shirt.\n\nYou hurry upstairs and quickly shut yourself in your room, huffing. "What the actual fuck?" you mutter, then shiver as your choice of words brings up a few more mental images. "Nope, nope, stop it," you grumble as you move away from the door. You step in front of the mirror, eyeing your un-gamerly tan, then pull one of your sleeves up to try and see where the 'farmer's tan' look begins. Only, you find that it doesn't... even hauling the sleeve all the way up to your shoulder shows an even dark color. Deciding to pull off your shirt entirely, you toss it aside and look, then stare at your pert brown breasts. Your nipples are still their usual color, though they do seem a bit darker and more prominent, maybe just because of the contrast. Puzzled, and curious, you undo your jeans and shove them and your panties down, somehow not at all surprised by the sight of your own deep golden legs. Stepping out of them, you turn and pose a little in front of the mirror. "Did I somehow do nude sunbathing without noticing it?" you mutter, leaning back a little and spreading your legs, poking at your sex with two fingers... geez, even your labia are a deep golden brown color. And wet, you find, shivering as your fingers brush over your folds, slick and hotter than ever.\n\nNot thinking much more about it, you flop back onto your bed, actually tucking both hands between your legs, stroking and teasing yourself as you let out a soft moan. Unbidden thoughts from earlier begin to intrude, of your father brandishing a big, fat cock... bigger and fatter by the moment as your thoughts run wild, picturing yourself being fucked by him, other men and boys you know, complete strangers, all of them with ever-larger cocks pumping inside you or rubbing against you. You imagine one between your tits, one of your hands coming up to knead it and squeeze it eagerly, imagining it being huge... actually it does feel bigger, filling your hand and seeming to overflow your fingers more with every squeeze, every stroke, every pinch of your longer, thicker, more sensitive nipple. You arch your hips, moaning as they steadily grow wider, more muscular, taking on a slightly squarish build. The rest of your body steadily grows more muscular as well, your feet sliding further down the bed as you become steadily larger, too lost in the intense heat of your masturbation and the ever more chaotic and lewd fantasy running through your head to notice the changes.\n\nYou toss your head as you faintly feel the pressure of the changes there amidst all the pleasure, two horns pushing out from your forehead. Your moans get longer, lower, more like 'mooooans' as your lower face presses outward, your nose and jaw reshaping into a bovine muzzle even as your ears lengthen and curl in on themselves, flicking and moving as you send another orgasm rushing through yourself. Your stomach, which had begun to take on six-pack definition as you grew more musculare, starts to soften and bulge outwards on the lower part, turning dark red instead of brown as it expands steadily into a fat, almost breast-like shape, wobbling and even sloshing as it gets larger. Four nubs poke out from the top of your new dark red bulge, and begin to steadily lengthen and thicken. You let out a long low of pleasure as even the side of your sloshing udder rubbing against your arm as you frig your clit feels amazing, and soon both your hands are roaming and squeezing over it, your almost-as-large udder-like breasts pressed together by your arms. You grab two of your teats with your large, strong hands and begin jerking on them, pumping and squeezing like an eager young boy discovering his cock for the first time, mooing in pleasure as thick, cold cherry-scented milk squirts out with every tug. You stretch your legs and arch your back, your feet lengthening and shifting, toes covering over with the caps of hooves, your generous ass raised up enough to let your tuft-tipped tail flick back and forth across the surface of the bed.\n\nEventually you rise up from the bed, snorting through your muzzle. The reflection in the mirror is of a towering bovine amazon, strong and muscular, deep brown save for blazing red eyes, and deep red nipples and udder, cherry milk dripping from your teats and chocolate milk from your nipples. Yeah, you're a big sexy beast, and you want to <i>fuck</i>. Your animalistic nose twitches, drawing in the scents... yes, the male, there's a male nearby, good for sticking a big thick cock in you and giving you a calf...\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah, go fuck that male!|GGCandy]]\n\n[[WAIT NO!|GGCandy]]

Man, just think of how much trouble that would have caused! Even if you didn't tell everyone who the father was, you'd still have to deal with all that fallout, he'd know, and it all could have happened at any moment that his cock was pounding away in your tight little unprotected pussy! ... Just the thought of it makes you shiver and lean against the wall, moaning softly as you slip two fingers inside yourself. All that risk, all that danger, lives changed forever by completely random chance.\n\nAn idea begins to form.\n\nWhen you've finished with your shower and redressed before heading downstairs, your father is waiting, stopping in his pacing back and forth and looking at you with a slightly desperate look on his face. "Cyan, we just... we can't do this again. It's just wrong. Please, whatever else you want to destroy those tapes, I'll do that, just let's not do this again."\n\nYou try to keep your face composed. Wow, he is really bad at this. Even while begging to do 'anything', he let slip that his main goal is still to keep your mother from seeing the proof of his infidelity. So yeah, he'll do anything all right... which just makes you even more excited to put this plan into action. "I'll think about it," you say, keeping your voice neutral. "Give me a week and I'll tell you what I've decided."\n\nOf course, you actually spend the next week putting together the elements of your plan. You make use of a few online contacts who have online contacts to get ahold of stuff that's either not normally available to most people or not usually sold to teenagers, with every so often needing to take a break and go lay down on the bed, frigging your dripping pussy until you cum. This... is going to be so hot! Several times you almost break down and go to your dad to demand he provide some more direct relief, or call up a fuck-friend, but no... you want to savor the buildup. Right now, you're only interested in this little game you're setting up.\n\nOn the appointed day, as agreed, your father stays home from work without telling your mother. Once she's left, you saunter downstairs, your nervous father watching as you walk to the couch carrying a small drawstring bag and plop down. "So? What can I do?" he asks, trying to look strong and authoritative, but he gave the game away a week ago and you haven't forgotten.\n\nInstead of answering, you take the bag's contents and lay them out in front of you on the table. Six condoms in slightly shiny black wrappers. A pill bottle. And your phone. Your father looks at them, confusion overcoming any other emotion, not exactly clearing as you explain, "The strongest and least failure-prone condoms on the market, with a billed 99.999% success rate. A bottle of 'volume enhancers'... take one and within twenty-four hours you'll be putting out loads best measured in pints. And my phone... specifically, the app I usually track my periods with. I bought the addon that tracks your most fertile windows, people who are trying to conceive use it to give themselves their best chance."\n\n"I... what? I don't understand..."\n\n"Five times. You'll have sex with me five more times, and I'll delete and destroy all the videos after the fifth time. Always right when I'm at my most fertile, with you always having taken one of the pills the day before. But don't worry, even with that much cum, these babies won't fail," you continue, picking up the condoms and shuffling them around in your hands before spreading them like a hand of cards. "Except, of course, that I poked holes in one of them."\n\nHis face has gone rather pale. "... but..."\n\n"We're going to play a little game called 'Knockup Roulette', Dad," you press, smirking at him. "Five more times fucking me. Each time with an ever growing chance you'll knock me up."\n\n"We can't!" he cries, turning away shamefully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Press him a bit more.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Vengeance it is, then.|GGParent]]

Still smirking wickedly, you stand up and sashay over to him, before sinking to your knees in front of him and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants.\n\n"Cyan!" He jerks back slightly. "What are you doing?!"\n\n"Well, if you want me to keep you fucking other girls quiet, you're going to have to add one more girl to the list," you reply, eyes twinkling as you yank him back towards you by the waistband, his stunned state making him step forward at even that light pull. "So let's seeeeee... oooo!" you coo as you pull the pants down in front, freeing his already long, thick cock, which flops forward at a droopy angle, a thick nest of black hair surrounding the base of it and covering his balls, making it seem like a truly 'mature' member. "Sooomebody's already a little hard," you tease as you wrap a hand around his shaft and start pumping lightly, still smirking up at him. "Is it from seeing your work up on the TV, or is it me?"\n\n"Cyan, we... we can't, please don't," your father murmurs as you continue to stroke his slowly but steadily stiffening shaft, though he sucks in a breath as you stop to peel off your T-shirt, perky breasts jiggling a bit from being freed before you return to pumping his paternal prick, your other hand resting on his thigh. "You're... you're my daughter," he says in a strangled voice.\n\n"Yeaaah but I'm also a high school girl, and you like high school girls, right?" you reply with a snicker, before leaning in to drag your tongue a few inches up his cock, feeling even more smug as he moans aloud at that. "Mmm, you <i>are</i> nice and big, Daddy," you coo, letting your eyes be obvious as they slide up and down along his member. "I bet you can just show it to horny teenage bitches, and they get down on their knees, huh? Like this?" You angle his cock up, continuing to stroke it as you start tongue-bathing his balls, looking up at him all the while.\n\n"Mmf... Cyan... Cyan, please... you're..." He trails off, his protests devolving into shaky breaths and moans as he rests a hand atop your head. He seems helpless to stop you or even formulate another plea as you continue sucking and licking at his hairy sack, the musky smell of his crotch filling your nose as you give him your best balljob. His moans only get louder as you draw your head back and angle his cock down, sliding the head into your mouth and suckling at it, stroking the rest of his length with a light, twisting pumping motion. You watch his face contort with a mixture of pleasure and shame every time he glances down at you and away, inevitably tilting his head back as you give him no doubt surprisingly competent head, only to start all over again when he looks down as if to confirm it's really his daughter sucking him off. He groans in that same mixture of pleasure and humiliation as his dick starts throbbing, and you pull back to stick out your tongue, letting him watch his load splatter all over it and inside your mouth.\n\nHe's still standing there shuddering lightly when you stand up and start undoing your jeans, wiggling them down over your hips. "Cyan... no, we, we can't take this any further, this has to-"\n\n"I don't remember giving you an option," you answer as you step out of your jeans, smirking at him again before turning and settling to your knees, leaning forward to fold your arms on the couch and giving your round, slightly jiggly teen ass a shake at him, showing off your puffy, slick pussylips. "Now, unless you want me to show Mom that video, you'll get down here and give me just as good a fucking as you gave her."\n\nHe hesitates for a long moment, but apparently when you reach back and give your own asscheek a squeeze and a tug aside, helping show off your pucker, he breaks and shrugs out of his robe, stepping out of the pajama pants as he steps towards you. "At least let me get a condom..."\n\n"Mm-mmmmm, I want you to go in raw," you chide, making him hesitate again. "Don't worry, it's a safe day. Well, a pretty safe day. C'mon, get to it!"\n\nAt this point he's apparently too beaten and tempted to argue any further as he sinks to his knees behind you and rests a hand on your back, using the other to position the tip of his prick between your plump, glistening lower lips. You can hear the guilt in his moan, and the smugness in yours as he starts pushing forward, sinking inside you as his hands move to grip your waist. Soon enough he's pumping away at you, his hips lightly impacting your ass, though you can still feel the bit of hesitation in his thrusts as he deals with the fact that he's fucking his own daughter's tight, gripping cunt.\n\n"Mmmm, yeah, c'mon, fuck me," you urge, the smug in your own tone mingling with the guilt in his moans. "Fuck that pussy, Daddy! Smack my ass!"\n\n"Mmmf, C-Cy-"\n\n"Smack my ass like you smacked hers, do it!" you snap at him, yipping happily as a moment later he does just that, delivering a firm slap to your right buttcheek amidst his thrusts. You start working your hips back against him harder, fucking yourself on his throbbing, bare cock, even as you reach over and snag the remote, a slightly shaking finger hitting the play button. The lewd sounds of your father fucking Karen and her moaning like a whore start to mingle with the sounds of your father fucking you and you moaning like a much more dominant whore. You can feel his grip tighten on you, his body veritably shuddering with shame even as he starts fucking you faster, his humiliated, aroused moans making a counterpoint to his own smug words emenating from the speakers. \n\nBy the time he finally thrusts forward and empties his balls into your pussy, you've already cum twice, your back arching and your squeals making him shudder and buck forward into you each time... well, the squeezing of your pussy around him might have something to do with that. He leans over you, panting and gasping, before slowly pulling out, cock slipping out of your cunt and dangling half-limp, dripping mingled jizz and girlcum onto the floor.\n\nYou mmm, giving your ass another wiggle before you stand up, and start calmly gathering up your clothes as he turns and slumps to sit on the floor, arms leaned back on the couch cushions, his cock still angled out in a low arch in front of his balls soaked with your arousal. Finishing with your clothes and holding them to your chest, you grin down at him. "Good job, Daddy." You lean down and peck him on the cheek, before adding, "Definitely a good start." Then you walk away smirking at the mildly horrified and yet undeniably aroused look on his face.\n\nWhile you're showering, running your hands over your slick, soapy body, you think back on the session you just had, grinning. That... was a lot of fun. But the best part was definitely...\n\n<hr>\n[[The risk of getting caught.|GGParent]]\n\n[[The risk of getting knocked up.|GGParent12x2]]\n\n[[Dominating your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Humiliating your father.|GGParent]]

"Hey, sure, but I don't got 'em here," you say, turning and walking over to where the old beater of a car you stole off of someone who was leaving town in a hurry anyway is parked. "C'mon, let's go get the stuff."\n\nThe kid looks even more nervous than before, hesitating for long moments before clambering into the passenger side seat. He shifts and squirms, watching you more than anything as you drive carefully along the potentially icy streets. When he does look out the window, he jumps in surprise at the sight of his school gates sliding by the window. You pull to a stop and lean over, shoving the door open, then giving his head a light push. "Go on, get the fuck out of here," you grumble, sending him scampering towards the school gates. As you lean over again to grab the handle you add a shout of, "And don't take rides from strangers, asshole!" as you slam the door closed.\n\nYou head back towards your alley, muttering all the way about the lost time and your crappy car's lack of a heater. As you start to pull up, you wince at the sight of someone standing in the mouth of the alleyway. It's not your boss, it's worse than that... it's your boss's boss, which is one step down from Marone herself. Specifically it's this massive German (or something) dude named Henderson who looks like he could pick you up and snap you in half with one hand. You seriously consider just driving on, maybe towards the highway and heading for Mexico. But he's already seen you, and you're halfway sure Mexico wouldn't even be far enough to get away from Joanna Marone. So instead you park again and get out.\n\n"Hey, man, I didn't mean to ditch my corner, I had this thing," you start the moment you get out of the car, pausing just long enough in your preemptive apologies to slam the door.\n\nHenderson cuts you off by raising a hand. "I dohn't wahnt to heah iht," he tells you in his strudel-filling thick accent. He points over at a black Escalade parked nearby... it looks about two days old. "Geht in da cah," he orders evenly. "We'ah going foah a rahd."\n\nWincing, you nevertheless walk over to haul yourself into the passenger's seat, feeling an odd sense of inverted deja vu. The big man drives in silence, and several times you consider just trying to pistol-whip him on the flattop and jump out of the car. Instead you sit in nervous silence as he pulls up in front of one of Marone's clubs, the Golden Age, some forties-themed place where celebrities go in hopes of hobnobbing with actual gangsters just like in the movies.\n\nHenderson leads you in through the front doors and then up to the raised VIP section towards the back of the restaurant. This isn't the first time you've seen "Lady" Joanna Marone in the flesh, but it is the first time you've seen her from this close up. She's probably in her mid-to-late forties, but though your own tastes are usually, well, shallower, even you have to admit she's held up well. No real wrinkles to speak of, she hasn't gone all pudgy (at least not that the suit shows), and her green eyes are still piercing and sharp. You never really gave a shit what the principal thought, but now standing in front of her you've got some idea of what other kids who did felt like.\n\nJoanna doesn't look up from the ledger she's examining, so mostly you just see the top of her head with her steel-dark hair pulled back into a tight, short tail. But after a few moments, she says, "I'll get right to the point, I've been having you watched. I was unsure about allowing you into the organization, but I'd heard you had great potential. I wanted to see how you comported yourself when you thought you were alone, as they say character is what you are in the dark. And we operate in the dark, don't we?"\n\n"Yeah... guess so," you murmur, shrugging helplessly.\n\nShe finally looks up from the ledger, folding her hands atop it as she fixes those light green eyes on you. "It was above and beyond, taking the boy back to school. It's not necessarily what I'd <i>ask</i> from all my people, but I approve all the same. I'm curious... did you ever even <i>consider</i> selling him the drugs?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Confess that you did.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]\n\n[[Deny, deny, deny.|YPMaroneplaceholder]]

<b>Choices and (Choices)</b>\nMost of the time your character will be in charge of their own fate, making their own decisions and suffering the consequences or reaping the rewards. However, sometimes in some of the story branches, your character may be deprived of any ability to do anything whatsoever. At others, it may be another character who's making a decision or answering a question. At those points you the player are ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL and making choices purely based on where you want the story to go. In these instances, choices will be (enclosed in parentheses).\n\n<b>Game Over</b>\nIf you see the Game Over text, don't immediately think you have to reload and start all over. Clicking the Game Over option will generally give you an epilogue for your character from that storyline. It will also generally offer options for going back to the last major choice, going back to the start of the current storyline, or going back to character generation.\n\n<b>Continuity</b>\nThere isn't any. A character may be a complete skirt-chaser and ladykiller when you pick one choice involving him, and complete Hard Gay when you make another. Reality such as it is in the game diverges almost every time you make a choice. Some elements are always there as part of the setting you currently inhabit, but may just never come up, even though logic says the choice you made shouldn't affect them doing so. Just kick logic to the curb and enjoy the game!\n\n<b>Sex Level</b>\nSome of the stories contain way more sex than others. Some are pretty much pure porn every time you click. Others have a focus on story, with sex only occurring in the natural course (or sometimes as the ending). And, as noted on the intro page, there's very little ground left uncovered as far as kinks and fetishes go. If you find yourself not enjoying the sex content of a story, feel free to start over and choose another path, you're bound to eventually find something that fits your taste!\n\n<b>Branching</b>\nEvery choice you make affects the storyline you're playing. Some storylines (like the Jace the Monster Hunter ones) are fairly "tight"... once you've chosen a monster to hunt, all choices lead you in the same general direction, with the same cast of players and the same goal in sight. Other storylines (like the Worldland mascot ones) diverge fairly wildly with almost every single choice leading in an entirely different direction, able to bring in whole different characters and situations between two different paths.\n\nThe important thing to remember is, <i>there is no copypasted content</i> and <i>no two choices lead to the same end</i>. The choices may lead you to very similar outcomes in some cases, but each is all new written text. Consider it like alternate realities in a TV show... sure, you're having the same conversation, but now your best guy buddy is your cute blonde girlfriend instead.\n\n[[Back.|Start]]

<b>October 2, 2018</b>\n* Buddy can throw a hardcore [[Hell-themed BDSM|BuddyOct4x1]] Halloween party.\n<b>October 3, 2018</b>\n* More of Buddy's BDSM Halloween party.\n* Some more work on [[SIMFITE|GG-FFStart]]\n<b>October 4, 2018</b>\n* More work on SIMFITE. Tifa's scenes under John Bigballs are complete!\n<b>October 8, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[fuck the wicked out of|HollyWitch1x5]] the hoodlums on her street.\n<b>October 9, 2018</b>\n* Playing catchup on what was started yesterday since I got derailed by some bad news.\n<b>October 11, 2018</b>\n* Cyan the demon can elect to give the dying demoness in the wastes some energy [[from herself|GGHell1x2]].\n<b>October 12, 2018</b>\n* More of Cyan and Viorika going to see Hrungar.\n* Cyan can now make an [[RPG FPS|GGCandy5x9]] as a vidya witch. (The "make your own" option has been replaced since this is the obvious result of that anyway.)

You decide that the one that's both letters must be more important than the others. You set off down the path, and eventually see a rather nice "rustic" style two-story house. Ah, there you go, MH must mean 'Main House'. Pleased with your accurate assessment, you let that bolster your confidence as you head to the door and ring the bell.\n\nA few moments later, the door opens, showing an attractive older woman, you guess maybe in her early forties, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a worker's tan, a flannel shirt worn open over a tight white T-shirt that shows off her impressive chest, and denim cutoffs. She looks at you, then grins.\n\n"Let me guess, here hopin' for some work? Must be the day for it. C'mon in, then, I guess."\n\nBlinking at the unexpected, er, being expected, you step inside and wait for her to close the door and lead you into the nearby living room. Sitting in a chair is a massive bear of a man in denim and flannel, his close-cropped beard having gone salt-and-pepper the same as his hair. Across from him, on a couch, is a girl about your own age and in similar slightly ragged condition, black hair pulled back into a ponytail and green eyes looking a bit worriedly between the man and you, as if afraid you might sink her chances.\n\n"'Nother one, huh?" The big man chuckles as he gestures to the couch. "Well, have a seat, boy, have a seat. Tell us your name."\n\n"Um, I'm Eric," you say as you sit down on the other end of the couch from the girl, not wanting to crowd her.\n\n"Eric, right. Well, that's Sandy there. And lemme guess, just like her, you ain't got but a few dollars to yer name, ya ain't got any experience, but you sure do wanna work hard and don't want much other than a place ta sleep and somethin' ta eat, right?"\n\nYou nod sheepishly, resisting the urge to shoot a glare at Sandy. You can see she's blushing in embarrassment as you check out of the corner of your eye, anyway... no need to make it worse. Or to look worse.\n\n"Listen, you two, did somethin' similar at your age, when I got tired of my old man pushin' me around. Eventually went back home, but as my own man, and after learnin' a fair few valuable things. So far be it from me ta turn down two kids in a similar situation. But we'll demand respect an' obedience from the both of ya. As far as you're concerned, my name's Sir and her name's Ma'am, ya got me?"\n\n"Yes, sir," you and Sandy reply in near-stereo.\n\n"Also gonna expect hard work and good behavior from both of ya, an' I'll trust ya know what I mean when I say both. Slack off or act up, there'll be consequences. Ya can earn room an' board, and when ya prove ya do enough work to earn that, then we'll talk about anythin' extra."\n\nHe gives his thighs a slap, then stands up. "Alright, now that's outta th' way, let's get some dinner in th' two of you!"\n\nSeveral hours later, you flop into a bed in a mostly empty but comfortable room, sighing contentedly at a very full stomach and the feeling of being thoroughly clean. You're definitely starting to feel like you made the right decision. You drift off without slipping fully into sleep, and then drift back without realizing you'd zoned out. The sky outside your window is now pitch black, showing that it's obviously the middle of the night.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, time for a midnight snack.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time for a pee.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to check on Sandy.|RFMHplaceholder]]\n\n[[Time to stay in bed and go to sleep.|RFMH1x2]]

Much like earlier, you're stuck feeling like giving the wrong answer would potentially torpedo you getting along this weekend. How's that gonna help things? One of the first things you do is start literally putting the kibosh on his social life for the weekend? "I mean, yeah, okay, I guess," you answer, shrugging. Probably not the most enthusiastic agreement in the world, but at least you don't scream and flee into the bedroom like you kind of want to.\n\n"Cool." He hits the button again and puts the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, c'mon over. Grab us an extra-large pepperoni and whatever else you guys think we'll need for the get-together, have 'em put it on my tab. Yeah, see you in about twenty, bye." He hangs up, then grins over at you. "Don't worry, little brother, you're gonna like everyone, I'm sure you'll be a big hit." At least the next thing he does is walk over and turn the AC way down.\n\nYou're far more dubious, and spend the next twenty minutes trying not to worry a hole in the floor. When the elevator starts moving and Will goes over to it, you follow behind, staying at a wary distance a bit back from him. The moment the elevator door stops, someone flings open the gate and literally jumps out, sneaker-clad feet landing in front of Will as the girl they belong to looks up at him excitedly. She's fairly short (although still taller than you), with wild, tousled dishwater blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. She's wearing a white tanktop, black jacket (slid off her shoulders), a pleated plaid skirt, black thigh-highs, and has a pair of headphones around her neck. "YES! Alright! Parties at Will's place always turn into the best ones! You're the best, Will, yeah!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/rum0alu.png?1>\n\nThe next girl to step out does so serenely, her long, shining dark brown hair swaying slightly with her movements, pale brown eyes smiling behind the lenses of her glasses. She's wearing a pink turtleneck sweater and a long maroon skirt, and seems to be as much of a calm as the first girl is a storm. You're immediately struck by two things... one is how gorgeous she is, just her entire manner, not just her looks but the way she moves, everything a gentle, soothing, but gorgeous collection of a woman. The other is that you somehow get the sense that the large breasts shown off by her sweater are just the 'tip of the iceberg', and that she's actually concealing just how big they are. Both of these thoughts have you blushing and squirming a little as she says serenely, "Yes, thank you again for having us over, we really appreciate it, as always."\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/HNnymVo.jpg?1>\n\nStrolling along behind them is an Asian girl, her hair long and straight and gleaming raven black, part of it drawn up to loop under her right ear and clipped near the side of her forehead with an elaborate barette made of multiple flowers and a pink tassle. Her face is absolutely adorable, maybe even cuter and more feminine than either of the other two. She's wearing a hoodie jacket, the inner jersey lining pink and the outer jacket purple, the sleeves pushed up above her elbows, the bottom of it coming well over her hips, her legs sheathed in snug jeans, with white and pink sneakers on her feet. In contrast with her otherwise adorable and girly appearance, her expression is a tad bored, an unlit cigarette jutting from her mouth at an angle. "Oyyy, don't everyone clump up around the exit, alright? The guys still have to come in," she chirps in very mildly-accented English, voice high and pretty, apparently unaffected by her habit.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/rmSsaIL.jpg?1>\n\nAs the little group shuffles forward a bit to allow a handful of other people out, you notice that only one of them is another girl. Her hair is a brilliant red color, and... well, she has some impressive eyebrows, you notice that. They kind of make her resting bi-, er, her naturally somewhat severe expression all the more intimidating, not entirely helped by the slender, half-frame glasses she wears. Her very tight white long-sleeved shirt (is everyone your brother knows cold-blooded?) shows off her own very impressive chest, and her faded jeans hug curvy hips and legs. Of course, even if you were the sort to risk staring, you instead feel more like fleeing as she fixes her green eyes on you and narrows them in a scowl. "What the fuck is a <i>kid</i> doing here?" \n\n"Hey, hey, ease up," Will says, waving a hand as he walks over to you and clasps a hand on your shoulder, possibly as a show of solidarity, possibly because he sensed you were on the verge of fleeing. "Everybody, this is my little brother, Jamie. Jamie, that's Sandy, Lil, Aki-chan, and Kira."\n\n"Wow, <i>awesome</i>, Will's little brother, you look just like him!"\n\n"Oh, you really do, don't you? Hello, it's so very nice to meet you, I'd love to hear more about you!"\n\n"Konnichiwa~."\n\nKira, for her part, just rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath, then wanders off in the direction of the bathroom, apparently just that annoyed to be in your presence. Not that auspicious a start, you can't help but think gloomily.\n\nThere's another four people in the elevator, all of them guys, and Will introduces you but at this point you're stressed enough that you almost instantly forget their names. They all seem to be similar to him, though... good-looking, strong, easygoing, and outshining you in every way. Not that you really thought you had any chances with college girls, but your brain insists on pointing out that any chance you had is dead if you have to compete with these guys. You try to focus on the fact that pizzas are being laid out, as well as drinks (both alcoholic and non-), and a discussion seems to be happening over whether movies or music should be put on.\n\nAt first, it's not so bad. You have no more idea how to talk to most of these people than you had of how to talk to Will, but Sandy and Lil both seem interested in at least making token overtures, though you suspect you show way too much nervousness trying to answer them. Still, both of them seem too nice to let on how boring you are, and Aki meanders somewhere between bored and polite, chatting with you a bit as well but not making quite as big a show about trying to keep you upbeat. Kira... seems to be actively avoiding you, and every time she catches you glancing at her, scowls enough to make you want to scurry towards your room. But some good horror movies get put on and there's a mostly relaxed atmosphere, so you're doing okay!\n\nThe problem is that as things go on, you notice that there seems to be more and more people in the loft. You're not even sure when they were arrived, they practically just seem to materialize between you checking the room. What started out with eight people (excluding you and your brother) is soon a dozen, and then that gradually doubles, at least. It's a big area so at least it's not a huge crush of people, but it's definitely become a crowd. You... are not good with crowds. You have to do something!\n\n<hr>\n[[Deal with it by hiding.|QOBro1x5]]\n\n[[Deal with it by drinking.|QOBro6x1]]\n\n[[Deal with it by leaving.|QOBro]]

Let's see, third level is easy enough to figure out, but 'downspin'? ... Ah, the station really was rotating just a bit when you saw it from outside. A glance out a window gives you an idea which direction you're going, and from there you can figure out 'downspin'. Soon you're approaching a neon-framed door, the walls made out of a sort of hexagon paneling with mixed little metal plates and blank spaces between them, so you can sort of hear and see the people drinking, laughing, and apparently gambling inside. Shortly after you step through the door, a little sphere in flickering bright colors zips through the air towards you, stopping and projecting a holoscreen of a large-headed, big-eared... you guess it's an android, to judge by the angular shape of the non-human features.\n\n"Welcome to Positron's! Where everyone leaves their negative charge at the do-do-door!" the projection declares, doing a little glitch-twitch along with the stuttering.\n\n"Dear God we're stacked like six references deep," you mutter, eyeing the screen.\n\n"The first spin on the Karmic Wheel is always free-free-free here at Positron's, so when you're ready for a drink or something from our menu-u-u, flag down a sphere! Remember, we're always positively charged at Positron-tron-tron's!" the projection adds before disappearing, the orb hovering briefly before flitting off. \n\nShaking your head, you take a look around the bar. It's multi-level, though the bottom level seems to be the largest and most active. There are plenty of people of all descriptions, though they seem to range mostly from 'slightly seedy' to 'very seedy', with a handful of scattered exceptions that look like they're probably wealthier people 'slumming it' or people from more respectable institutions who just hit up the nearest bar, to judge by the clean, pressed uniforms. You notice that sitting at one table is an individual who screams 'bounty hunter' way more than you do, if you had to say, to judge by the 'frumpy man of action' pants, shirt, vest, and large blaster at his hip. There's also the fact that he looks like a humanoid wolf with black fur, white surrounding his yellow eyes and streaking back, splitting just in front of his ears and continuing back into his hair which is pulled into a ponytail. You feel weirdly... drawn to him, as if you really wanted to go and pay your respects, despite not really recognizing him.\n\nYou notice that a lot of activity seems to be focused around the gambling tables, including one that's a large, shiny, brightly-lit upright wheel with what are apparently screens set in its sections, to judge by how it flickers and changes between rounds. You have to figure the crowd probably has something to do with the extremely attractive and practically naked girl standing on the tabletop and actually spinning the wheel. There are a handful of other bounty hunter types gathered directly around the tables, and what you think are some slightly higher-ranking of the uniformed officers settled at a table nearby just watching.\n\nAlright, so, you see several possible paths to finding out the info you need here. Which one to pursue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go talk to the wolfman.|CySW1x1]]\n\n[[Go try the Karmic Wheel.|Cypher11x4]]\n\n[[Talk to the officers.|Cypher]]

"... I don't hear anything," you reply after a few moments, shaking your head.\n\nCassie lets out a shuddery breath, then nods. "Okay. Okay, guess I just imagined it." She looks around, expression sheepish. "Sorry, everybody."\n\n"I'll call for roadside assistance. If they don't have anyone who can service a bus, maybe they can get some vans out here and shuttle everyone to a motel." She pulls out her cellphone to look at it, then muffles another curse. "Does anyone else have service...?"\n\nEveryone on the bus simultaneously scrambles for their phone (or in some cases phones), and everyone's panic grows a bit as more and more answers of "No" come back. You wave your hands a bit for attention. "Nobody freak out, there obviously just aren't any cellphone towers out here."\n\nEveryone seems to settle a little, but there's a lot of nervous shifting and staring out the windows, the girls whispering among themselves. Coach Morrison beckons you close, whispering when you lean down. "Someone's going to freak out and hurt themselves or someone else if we try to stay out here all night. I think I'd better get out and walk on ahead. Either I can find someplace to get some help from or maybe I can get a signal."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|CheerForest4x2]]\n\n[[Suggest going with her.|CheerForest5x1]]\n\n[[Everyone should go.|CheerForest6x1]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" the wheel girl declares before turning and giving the Karmic Wheel a spin. It whirls through the slices of the wheel until coming to a stop, the section lighting up with another newscast reading 'Recovery Booming, Stocks Up'. "Recovery period!"\n\nYou watch as the various player sections of the table lower briefly and then return, some of the players having gone bust, others having shifted their fortunes. You seem to have lost a number of Karma markers, but your Resources markers are much higher. It's much as you thought... it's a kind of 'game of life', using simulated events from real life to determine your balance of Resources and Karma. Protecting yourself through the recession allowed you to get more Resources to keep playing with, but cost you Karma since you weren't helping anyone else out.\n\n"Alright, next round, next round!" The wheel girl flings her arms dramatically in the air and gives her shoulders a shake, making her tits jiggle as the wheel screen lights up with a pastoral view of something that looks (mostly) like a rabbit frolics in a meadow. "This is a peacetime spin! Peacetime! Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x6]]\n\n[[Investment!|Cypher]]

You approach the main gambling attraction, since that seems to be where most of the other bounty hunter looking individuals are. For the most part people make way for you, allowing you through until you're standing at the side of the table, with quite a good look up at the girl manning the wheel. Her hair is short and... you kind of want to call it "sunset-colored", and two small purple winglike appendages rise from amidst it, her pointed ears sticking out from the sides of it. Her outfit is obviously based somewhat (somehow) on the old 'casino bunny' type, with a collar and red bow tie, but the main part of the garment is so skimpy that it barely qualifies, covering little but the centers of her breasts, a bit of her sides, and her sex, her round ass and flat belly both practically bare. Her arms are sheathed in tall gloves, and her legs in lace-topped stockings, feet slipped into pink heels.\n\n<img src="images/Karmagirl.jpg">\n\n"All plays are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" she declares cheerfully, turning to the wheel and giving it a yank on the side. The screen-fronted wheel whirls around, the panels that pass under the little arrow at the top flashing brightly whenever it passes, before it finally settles on one of them, which turns into a panel of a man in some sort of holy vestaments laughing maniacally, to groans and grumblings from around the table. "Awwww, dogmatic interruption! Too bad, everybody!"\n\n"Dammit!" the man next to you growls, thumping a fist lightly against the corner of the table. You look over, picking out his copper-colored skin, rumpled black hair with several braids in it, and dark brown eyes, which are narrowed in obvious fury as he watches panels in the table drop down, taking piles of gold and translucent blue markers with them. "I'm bust."\n\n"Care to go into Equivalent Exchange, sir?" the wheel girl coos, yellow eyes sparkling as she puts one gloved fingertip to her lower lip.\n\n"Ha, at one of Positron's tables? As if." He steps back, snatching the bronze-colored helmet off the table's edge next to him, and blinking as he spots you. "Hey, aren't you-"\n\n"Cypher Ceed, yeah," you agree, since that seems to be where this is going.\n\n"Out of the <i>Meridian</i> lately, isn't it?" At your nod, he nods slowly in return, then offers his hand. "Blayze Hanlon." Once the two of you have shaken, he gives the table and the girl a scowl, then beckons you to step aside with him. Once the two of you are out of the crowd, he leans in. "Lemme guess. Quatra twins? Yeah, they seemed like your kind of bounty, you don't need to say anything," he continues as you press your lips together. "Listen. They're not really my type of bounty, despite the big payday... I'm usually in on more dangerous game that no one minds getting a little roughed up. But might be that I've heard something about where to find them while I've been here."\n\n"I'd appreciate the help, man," you assure him, despite knowing that he probably wants more than appreciation.\n\n"Yeah well the irony is that I want a little more than karma," he confirms after another sour glance at the table. "Positron doesn't really cheat the Karmic Wheel... much. That anyone can catch. But obviously my luck's just dry today and it pisses me off. So here's the deal... if you can get a Karmic Paradise roll on the wheel, we'll split the winnings and I'll tell you where the Quatra twins are. Fair?"\n\nYou glance over at the wheel. The screen did say you get at least one free spin so you guess there's nothing to lose by at least trying. You're watching them play now, figuring it out... it looks like there's two 'currencies' you accrue and lose through playing the game, Resources (the gold markers) and Karma (the blue markers). Some actions cost you one or the other and gain you one or both, and so on. At the start of each round, the wheel girl announces what sort of spin is coming up, and people declare certain actions, then the result decides whether they get or lose Resources or Karma. "Hm. Okay. So I've got one question, what's 'Equivalent Exchange'?"\n\n"It's how you can keep playing after you lose all your resources. The house bets you a certain amount of the game markers versus something of yours. And I don't just mean your ship or your weapons or whatever." At your confused look, Hanlon shrugs. "The Karmic Wheel is licensed to gambling houses by an extremely advanced species. During Equivalent Exchange, the house declares what they want you to wager, and it can be material things yeah, but it can also be stuff like 'your species' or 'your happiest memory' or 'your friendships'. And it can take them in whatever way it wants... change them into something else, make them never have existed in the first place, whatever."\n\n"That's... really weird. What do they get out of it?"\n\n"Who knows? The aliens who make the Wheels actually take the stuff if it's the metaphysical kind, I think they pay the bar owner part of what they think it's worth in credits. Just be careful if you decide to go into Equivalent Exchange, it's really easy for it to snowball and take more than you imagined from you, I've seen it happen to others."\n\nNodding thoughtfully, you step up to the table, holding up a hand to indicate that you're in. The near-naked alien girl beams at you and gives her butt a little wiggle in your general direction. "New player, new player! First roll at the wheel is always free for first-timers at Positron's, so let's get you staked, sir!" One of the player panels on the table lowers down, then rises up with several stacks of gold and blue markers. "Alright, everybody, time for a new round! This spin is... hard times!" The wheel briefly switches to a single image of a generic newscast with generic-seeming newscasters and a byline banner reading 'Economic Crisis looms'. "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher15x1]]\n\n[[Protection!|Cypher11x5]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Apparently the game is getting more intense since the wheel girl seems to be feeling the need to be more dramatic, using sweeping gestures of her arms and jutting her ass out as she bends forward to grip the wheel and give it a spin. This time when it stops, the screen shows a number of generic brand logos, which all gradually get 'No' symbols stamped over them. "Uh-oh, Boycotts!" \n\nMost of the people around the table groan... looks like most of them went bust on that spin. Your own panel returns with lessened Resources marks, but still more Karma marks.\n\n"Alright, looks like we're drawing in on the close of this game!" the wheel girl declares, winking at you before continuing, "This is a Major Shift spin! So what's your move, pretty sir?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Flashy activism!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Pay it forward!|Cypher11x8]]

"Moves are in! Let's accrue karmaaaaaa!" Once again the table girl turns and spins the wheel, sending its screens flashing along under the arrow. This time when it stops, it's to show what are identifiable as social media messages flashing past... fairly angry ones, you'd guess from the amount of caps and exclamation rest. "Ooo, Social Paradigm Shift!"\n\nYou're not sure what that means, but it doesn't seem to have had a huge affect on the winnings, you note as you watch the table shift. You do notice that your Karma has gone up more significantly than the Karma of the other players with fewer Resources... you must have had more to be philanthropic with, makes sense.\n\n"Alright, that means this next one is an Upheaval spin! Upheaval spin, everybody, who's ready?!" The wheel girl bounces in place while pressing her tits together with her forearms, then continues with, "Declare your moves!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Public relations!|Cypher]]\n\n[[Philanthropy!|Cypher11x7]]

You hear a lot of gasps from around the table at that. You saw someone use 'Pay it forward' while you were watching and learning to play... it's apparently the equivalent of going all-in with your Resources. It can pay off in a lot of Karma, but if it doesn't result in getting any Resources back, your only choice if you want to keep playing is to Reincarnate and take your chances with a random amount of Resources and Karma dished out to you for another spin.\n\n"Oooo, you've got me all excited, mister!" the wheel girl coos, actually slipping a hand briefly between her legs and sliding the other up her belly and over one of her breasts, wiggling in place. "Let's see how this goes! Alright, let's! Accrue! KARMAAAAAAA!" she practically squeals, whipping around and yanking on the wheel, then flinging her hands in the air exuberantly and bouncing in place as it whirls. You watch anxiously as it begins to slow, the flashes and little 'bwoop' noises of the wheel's shifting to different sections gradually coming further apart, until it settles. The section remains glowing white for a moment... before flashing to gold light, then displaying a fly-through of a city where the buildings are all towering crystal spires and everyone's wearing togas. "GOLDEN AGE! KARMIC PARADISE! YOU WIIIIIN!"\n\nThere's a round of cheering from the other players (those that don't look to be seething with envy), and you even get some slaps on the back as your panel on the table lifts into view with enough Resources and Karma chips to topple over and overflow across a portion of the tabletop. Grinning, you gesture to the wheel girl. "Cash me out, if you would?" \n\n"Awww, don't wanna go one. More. Round?" she coos, leaning forward and wiggling her boobs practically in your face. When that earns her a blush and a shake of the head, she just grins and nudges part of the table with the toe of her shoe, a slot on the side of the table beside you poking out a glossy black card. "Please enjoy your winnings, sir, and feel free to stick around and spend a lot of them on our wonderful amenities such as the luxury tubs, joysuites, and relief~ roo~ms." She slips her gloved hands over her breasts and down her body in a sensual stroke as she says the last, giving you a pretty good idea of what sort of relief they provide.\n\nYou carry the card through the crowd that's now more eager than before to resume playing, apparently, approaching the smirking Blayze. "Good job, kid. To be honest I thought it was kind of a sucker offer, but you showed me. Nah, I'd feel like an asshole if I took it now," he says as you proffer the card. "I don't need the money so bad that I wanna make faces at myself in the mirror for the next month over it."\n\n"Thanks," you say with a grin, tucking the card away. "But you're still gonna tell me about the Quatra twins, right?"\n\n"Sure. Meet me at the lift to the hab levels that's near here in about an hour," he says as he slips his helmet on, allowing it to close up as he tugs his jacket's hood over it. "Don't be late," he adds, his voice now coming out tinged with a bit of an electronic tone as he turns and leaves.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go keep a low profile somewhere for an hour.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Hang out where you are.|Cypher]]

"E-Erron, no, you can't!" Lauriel blurts, starting to struggle desperately, doing little more than making the big black unicorn cock rub a bit further between her buttocks and wiggle back and forth across her back, leaving a smear of pre glistening on her skin. \n\n"Actually, it turns out I can," Erron the unicorn answers, his smooth and beautiful voice quite smug. "And once you're no longer a virgin, I'll be doing quite a bit more, I can assure you." He gives a few thrusts, working his cock along her, then turns his head a bit. "Layla, if you wouldn't mind?"\n\n"Certainly, it would be an honor, sir," you chirp in a cheerful tone, making your way behind the pillory.\n\n"Slave! Slave, wait!" Lauriel calls, adding a desperate cry of "Layla!" as you disappear from her field of view.\n\nIgnoring her, you reach out to put both hands on the perfectly white unicorn's perfectly black cock. It's so smooth it's almost like rubber, but hot and faintly throbbing in your hands. Using gentle pressure, you guide him into backing up some, his white marble hooves thumping the grass as you get him far back enough to angle him into position. You press the flared tip up against Lauriel's smooth, hairless pussy, before stepping back some. "There you go, perfect position!"\n\n"Thank you very much, dear girl," Erron answers as if having been passed the salt at a fancy dinner.\n\n"Wait, wait nooOHHHHHHHHHH!" Lauriel cries as the unicorn thrusts forward, her belly bulging with a fairly clear outline of his equine prick as he buries a good half of it in her on the first thrust. Her eyes roll up and her tongue juts out, her mind obviously overwhelmed by the sensation of having her virginity claimed by that massive horsecock. She cries out again, and again as he begins to thrust, her body jolted against the pillory as she's fucked, the beautiful mythological creature seemingly having little worry about damaging her.\n\nIndeed, as you shift your position a bit, it looks like even though her cunt is stretched absolutely taut around his veiny black shaft, it's entirely fine... and dripping wet. Every one of Erron's thrusts forward causes a squirt of glittering elven arousal to go flying out, as if there simply weren't enough room inside of her for all that dick and that bit of liquid. His gleaming white balls sway and wobble in a fashion you can somehow only describe as elegant, almost as if their motion was helping him drive forward deeper and deeper into her. And finally the last of that black disappears into Lauriel's devirgined elven cunt, the pink of it kissing up against the white of his sheath, the bulge of his flare sitting between her big dangling tits.\n\nHe rests there for a moment, as if reveling in his accomplishment, then begins fucking her... perhaps 'breeding' might be a better word, you think. For despite all the elegance and grace that permeates every mood he makes, Erron is still fucking Lauriel as if he were a stallion in rut and she a mare in heat, and Lauriel's yowling and cries have turned practically whorish, full of humiliation and pleasure as the unicorn's balls slap against her and his cock stretches her womb. A unicorn fucking an elf, what a sight!\n\nYou wriggle a little in place, the crotch of your panties sticking to you with arousal. You can't just stand here and jill off, despite the temptation. You have to do something, feel involved...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on humiliating Lauriel.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Focus on encouraging Erron.|MeanDrow7x4]]

"So what if it was your penis?" you suggest, barely able to restrain a giggle as you say it.\n\n"I beg your pardon?" the unicorn says in a tone that indicates he's not sure whether to be offended or not.\n\n"According to what you said, if Lauriel gets fucked, she'll no longer be a virgin, and you can basically do what you want, right?" At a slow bob of acknowledgement from that long, pretty equine head, you continue. "So, why don't you fuck her? I'll put her in a vulnerable position, and then you can take her virginity yourself. Once she's not a virgin anymore, you can do whatever you want to her, right?"\n\nThe majestic creature actually seems to be waffling a bit as he considers. "But... I'm forbidden to-"\n\n"Hurt her, right? But you said it yourself, that's affected by your intent. If your intent is to fuck her... not <i>hurt</i> her, but to mate with her, even bring her pleasure... then you should be fine. Besides," you add, smirking again. "Should be a pretty fitting revenge for all the times she got you off without so much as a by-your-leave, huh?"\n\nYou've never seen a horse give an evil grin, but you can now say you have. "I happen to know of a particular item in her garden that we can make use of."\n\nAn hour or so later, the front door opens. "Slave, I'm-" Lauriel announces, then frowns at the empty foyer.\n\n"Mistress! I'm back here!" you call from near the back door, in your most obsequious tone. "I'm sorry for disobeying, but there's something in the garden you absolutely must see!"\n\nFrowning more deeply, Lauriel drops her bag and continues on, walking right past where you're hidden in shadows and through the open door into the back yard. "What is this nonsense? Where are you? And why is my pillory open?"\n\n"YOINK!" you cry, springing forward and shoving hard against her back. Taken completely off guard, Lauriel yelps as she goes staggering and toppling forward, gagging some as her throat hits the inside curve of the pillary. Instantly her wrists are magically yanked into the matching depressions on either side of her head, the top of the stocks swinging closed with a bang and the locks instantly doing themselves. Her clothing disappears in a flash, becoming nothing more than a few curls of black smoke that waft away and leave her bent over and naked, her pussy and pucker bare and vulnerable, tits hanging down below her.\n\n"Slave! I don't know what you're doing, but you'll wish I killed you for this! Mistalla!" she shouts, her glamour fading away to reveal her elven form. Then she blinks, twisting her head to look at one of the locks and giving her wrists a shake. "Mistalla! Mistalla!!" she repeats, starting to sound faintly panicked.\n\n"Too bad, so sad." Your opened slave collar hits the ground in front of her, Lauriel staring at it, then looking up at you as you move around to the front of the pillory and lean an arm on it, her eyes widening at the sight of you in her best white panties and bra and her $1,000 designer sunglasses. "I changed the lock word. I wouldn't bother trying to guess it, I basically just spouted random gibberish four different times."\n\n"You... what have you done?!" Lauriel demands, her face flushing with fury.\n\n"Oh, it's not what I did," you reply in an airy tone, pointing grandly behind her. "It's what he's gonna do."\n\nLauriel's opening her mouth to demand what you mean when the unicorn's forelegs slam down atop the pillory, his hooves hanging forward on either side of her head. It's actually quite comical how her eyes bug out both at that, and at the feel of a massive black equine cock flopping against her ass and along her back, almost long enough to brush against her shoulderblades.\n\n"Go on. Guess what he's gonna do," you purr, smirking down at her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x3]]

Later that night, you're sitting sideways in Lauriel's... well, your, really... overly comfortable study chair, sipping an extremely expensive beer right from the bottle, and resisting the urge to rub the crotch of your panties. Three orgasms like that is enough for two hours. Sighing, you drape your head back, platinum hair cascading over the arm of the chair to almost brush against the ground. "God I wanna be fucked by a horse," you grumble.\n\n"... Good evening," a soft feminine voice replies.\n\nYou jerk upright, looking around. It was a woman's voice, obviously, a bit low for it and rather refined, but there's no sight of the speaker. A moment later it comes again, seeming to emanate from a general area of the room rather than one place.\n\n"Forgive the awkwardness of announcing myself, but I wasn't sure exactly how long I should wait after hearing a statement like that," it says, in a faintly apologetic and faintly annoyed tone.\n\n"Er, right... who are you? Where are you?" you ask, standing up and taking another look around.\n\n"'Where' is in the next room. I didn't wish to startle you considering you may have never seen a Nid or a Drider before. My name is Keia, and I was sent by our goddess." There's a brief pause, before she adds, "Are you braced now? Shall I come in?" \n\n"Er... yeah, okay," you answer with a nod. "I'm ready."\n\nThe double doors that lead into the dining room swing open, and you find out you weren't quite ready. Because what walks in is... not something you were prepared for, or could have been prepared for, at all. The lower body is like a spider's... you're not sure exactly what sort, just that the six legs attached to that part of the body are long and chitinous and black. Starting where the spider's head would be is the waist of a Drow woman who looks like she'd be a bit shorter than you... you know, if she had hips and legs. Her bare breasts are huge though, definitely bigger than her head, jiggling faintly with even the smooth motion of her spider legs moving her forward. Her thick black nipples are pierced by silver rings, from which hang a chain dangling with a number of spider-shaped charms... which, come to think of it, resemble the design emblazoned on your belly. She has a necklace hung with a number of them as well, and is using six of them as earrings, while her bellybutton is pierced by another ring that connects the ends of a chain worn like a belt, which has more of them dangling from it.\n\n"Good evening," Keia repeats as she comes to a stop.\n\n"Uh... hi."\n\n"As you are new to being a dark elf, I will explain things," she continues, brushing a hand back through her long, red-streaked white hair. "First of all, 'Driders' are half-Drow, half-spiders. Drow sometimes become one for various reasons. A Nid, however, is a Drow who has died after committing some sort of trespass against our goddess Lolth that isn't enough to earn an eternity of torment. We are instead changed into a small Drider-like being called a Nid... as small as our trespass was large. We serve our goddess, doing what she needs done, and in so doing earning marks." She reaches a hand up and brushes one of the spider-charms dangling from her nipple-chain. "With each one we earn, we grow a bit larger. When we reach the full size of a Drider, we have earned a chance to be reincarnated as a new Drow."\n\n"You don't look that small to me," you murmur, managing to yank your gaze up from her breasts after you've said it.\n\nShe smiles, just a little sadly. "Yes, my trespass was not a particularly heinous one. Still, it has taken me several centuries of dilligent, unceasing work to earn enough marks that I am within only a few of gaining reincarnation. Thus be warned, young one."\n\n"... Okay, consider me warned. Is that the only reason you stopped by?"\n\n"It is not." She clears her voice, placing a hand against her collarbone and closing her eyes, using an even more formal tone. "Layla Mercer, you are hereby commanded by our goddess to take the name Laylith, and in three days' time report with all you wish to take with you to the plains of Mekteth, there to take over the breeding pens formerly belonging to House Kalazza. They shall hereafter be the property of House Mercer, and there you will prove your worth by breeding fine creatures that will further Lolth's cause."\n\n"... What?"\n\nSighing, Keia opens her eyes. "Lolth was pleased by how you handled such a powerful and touchy magical creature. She believes you have talent in this area, and wants you to turn it towards breeding and raising creatures for the Drow cause. To do so you will be given ownership of land, a home, a title, and quite a large sum of money."\n\n"Wait wait wait wait." You wave your hands a bit. "I was just starting to figure out how to reclaim my life here. I just escaped from the high elf bitch that had me captive, I have family, friends, a life here to get back to."\n\nKeia just looks at you, her face a mask as her hand lowers. Finally, she shakes her head. "... Whether you stay or go is ultimately your decision. I was not sent to drag you kicking and screaming to Mekteth. But I will tell you two things. First off, I have never heard of one who began their life as another race being offered this kind of opportunity. There are many born Drow who fight for centuries in the hopes of being given even a fraction of what our goddess is offering you less than a day after becoming a dark elf. In that, I suppose, I might understand some hesitancy... you will be an object of jealousy and resentment. But also know this." Her eyes gaze at you, red and deeply serious. "This is the course our goddess has chosen for you. Should you spurn her offer, then no matter what life you live, eventually you will stand before her. And if you are very, very lucky, you will begin your time as a Nid being only as small as I was. It is up to you if you wish to risk centuries of toil and regret in an attempt to reclaim a mortal life that might at best have had another ninety years left in it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[Refuse.|MeanDrow]]

Stepping forward, you begin running your hands over Erron's flexing and pumping flanks, feeling the muscle twitch under your palms at your initial touch. "You're so fucking beautiful," you coo, even leaning forward to rub your cheek against him.\n\n"Mmmmf," the unicorn grunts amidst his snorts and huffs, that lovely human voice amidst the animal sounds of pleasure definitely adding a little to your own turned-on state.\n\n"You look amazing fucking her, you're making me so damn wet," you continue to croon as you keep moving around behind him, stroking your hands over his glorious glowing white hide. "You're fucking her so hard and so good, listen to her, she loves it, she can't help but love it," you continue, reaching out to rub at the area just behind his balls as they sway and wobble with his thrusts.\n\n"Nnnnnh, ha, yes, she does love it," Erron groans out, thrusting forward and almost grinding himself against Lauriel... then groaning again as you lean forward and rub your face against his balls, kissing them and sliding your hand down to rub and stroke them, feeling them twitch against your fingers.\n\n"I kinda wish it was me in there, getting fucked by a big, beautiful unicorn," you murmur, knowing full well he can hear you, especially since his balls twitch again at you saying it. As he begins thrusting again, his equine body working back and forth in short, shallow pumps now, you let his balls smack against your face a few times before drawing back with a giggle. "But I like my view too. Mmm, your balls are so pretty, and they even smell good, Erron, like... mmm, like... cinnamon vanilla cookies!" \n\nYou straighten up some, really letting yourself go as you eye his perfect equine rump, and the snowy white pucker just below his raised, glimmering tail. You lean forward, hearing him give a soft, almost warning snort as your warm breath brushes against his skin there, but then a much more humanlike groan as you murmur, "Even this is really pretty... and smells good," right before placing your mouth on it in a soft kiss that turns into a suckle at the powerful pucker's edge.\n\n"Ah, Layla!" Erron whinnies, fucking the squealing elf beneath him with even more frantic thrusts as you begin kissing and licking his thick equine asshole, your tongue washing over it with all the love and worship of a small girl and all the lewdness and desire of a wicked woman. You're not exactly surprised when, a few moments later, he gives another loud whinny and thrusts forward, burying himself inside Lauriel as he empties his balls into her. You step back some, watching as Lauriel's belly bloats, keeping your eyes on it as you move around, watching it get heavier and more full until it's wobbling underneath her like a water balloon. You grin as you round to the front of the pillory to see her face, eyes almost completely rolled up in her head, mouth open and tongue lolled out limply, ears twitching in aftershock orgasms. Then you turn your gaze upwards, reaching up with both hands to gently draw down Erron's head and kiss his white velvet nose.\n\n"Great job, beautiful," you murmur, adding another kiss to go with it.\n\n"Mmm, it does feel like a job well done, yes." Erron slowly backs up, his half-limp cock gradually sliding out of Lauriel's stretched tight pussy until it drops free, dangling at an angle as cum gushes out of the shuddering, twitching elf's gaping cunt. Erron drops to all fours, cock slowly withdrawing into his sheath as he moves around next to the pillory, a faint rainbow glow surrounding his horn as the locks of the pillory open. "I suppose I'll be taking her back to my pasture now."\n\n"What do you think you'll do with her?" you ask curiously, glancing at your former owner, who's obviously barely conscious... and probably still cumming a bit.\n\n"Oh, I'll figure something out. Perhaps I'll turn her into a particularly useful variety of tree," he says with a chuckle.\n\n"One you can harvest for its useful things and treat like farmstock?" you ask with a grin. \n\n"Precisely. And here, darling." You blink as something lifts into the air and floats over to you, bringing your hands up to catch the unicorn figurine as it drops. You doubt it can be seen, but you feel your cheeks heat as he leans in to nuzzle at your face. "Don't be a stranger, Layla. And watch your eyes," he warns, giving you time to close them before he and Lauriel disappear in another rainbow flash.\n\n"... Heh. I guess friendship <i>is</i> magic," you murmur to yourself, tapping the opal unicorn on the nose.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|MeanDrow7x5]]

"Er... Koliel... I'm Cyan."\n\nShe blinks, staring at you... and her red face turns pink as she goes pale. "... Oh. Oh dear. Um... I see. Uh, then, please stay where you are, I think you might be in for a bit of a shock."\n\n"What?" You blink a few times, the confusion gradually starting to clear now that you're sure of who you are, at least. "Koliel, what happened?" At her sheepish glance away, you scowl. "Koliel <i>what did you do</i>?"\n\n"I made an error," she admits, biting her lower lip. "You see, Reincarnation doesn't allow you to pick the species someone will be brought back as... that's why I had the scrolls, the simpler spell means that I can cast it even if it's not my specialty. But it does let you pick the sex, and I thought the piece of, well, person I laid out was of Kovam, so... um... you've been brought back as a male."\n\n"What?!"\n\n"Don't worry, don't worry, we can fix it!" she assures you, raising her hands from your shoulders to pat the air placatingly. "When we get back to Purnaster we can seek out a Fleshshaper and have you put back the way you were! You'll just be a male for a few weeks. Months maybe depending on what the Fleshshaper charges."\n\nYou frown at her. "A male what?"\n\n"Ah?" Koliel actually glances aside, grinning sheepishly and tapping the corner of her mouth as if she didn't know what you meant. She squeaks a bit as you sit up, tumbling her aside so you can look down at yourself. You've come back as a-\n\n<hr>\n[[Orc?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Demon?!|GGMonk12x1]]\n\n[[Furry?!|GGMonk14x1]]\n\n[[Lzrd?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Birb?!|GGMonk]]\n\n[[... skinny dude?|GGMonk11x12]]

Eh, this just sounds like someone who's trying to do guesswork to get you to come in so they can con you out of some cash, or worse distract you while someone picks your pocket. Besides you've seen too many exposes about cold reading back in your world to be taken in by someone making a lucky guess about your companions. Every third adventuring party in this town probably has someone with a prophecy tied to them, you assure yourself as you wave her off dismissively and continue back to the inn.\n\nThe next thing you know, you're laying on your back on the grass, open blue sky above you, your head spinning. It's hard even to focus on Koliel's concerned (and for some reason very red) face as she leans in above you, hands resting on your shoulders. "Easy, easy. Reincarnation can be very disorienting, especially since I had to cast it from a scroll. Let's start slow, do you remember what happened?"\n\n"What happened..." you rasp, trying to get your thoughts in order. You try to push past the thing you were just remembering, and find that as you try, you do remember a bit more... mostly just vague impressions, but... "We left Purnaster a few weeks ago... seeking out the cavern of the Great Wyrm. We found it, and... and it burned us all to death," you complete with a shudder, remembering the sight and feel of the fire washing over you. \n\n"Yes... we thought we had the drop on it, but it herded us into a cluster. I was barely able to take cover in time, and my ring of protection from fire shielded me somewhat." Well, that would explain why it still looks like she has a rather severe sunburn. "I... I had to just grab some of the bits of charred bodies once the dragon had left and make a run for it, so that I could bring you back once I'd gotten away." She lets out a rush of breath, closing her eyes, then opening them and smiling at you. "But yes, you're back, Kovam."\n\n<hr>\n[[You're... Kovam?|GGMonk13x1]]\n\n[[... Wait you're not Kovam.|GGMonk11x11]]

You stare blankly at the massively endowed woman for a few moments, your brain working like mad to come up with some sort of answer that will let you get out of this. "I thought I'd at least hear your terms again," you finally venture, doing your best to sound calm and confident.\n\nShe blinks, and for a moment you think you've blown it. But she just looks at you oddly for a moment before smiling sultrily and letting out an elegant laugh. "Ahaha! So, you thought it over and decided you'd see if I'd sweeten the pot any further, is that it?"\n\nStill spinning out ideas, you go with, "Well, I dropped the hostage. Thought it would be an act of good faith for the negotiations."\n\nShe purses her lips briefly, then inclines her head slightly. "Very well, since you're serious. I, Queen Arana, shall generously allow you to join my crew as... oh, fine, full partner. You will be entitled to a share of all plunder and bounties equal to mine. And of course access to all the wonderful facilities that I have here aboard ship... as well as my, ah..." She runs a hand up and down the edges of her top, pulling it just a bit lower as she does, making her tits wobble and look like they'll come spilling out if she even breathes in. "Personal facilities."\n\nYou swallow heavily, but manage to keep your reaction off of your face otherwise. There may as well be a giant flashing neon sign behind Arana that she's evil and that teaming up with her will mean becoming a... space pirate? Which means you'll probably be doing a lot of morally questionable things... or just outright wrong. Still, on some level you realize you already knew that when you agreed to hear her terms. And besides... she is totally offering to fuck you and just <i>look</i> at those things!\n\n"I think that offer sounds pretty fair," you say slowly. "After thinking it over... yeah, I think we can make this work."\n\n"Excellent. Then let us consummate our agreement, and our union, dear Cypher," Arana coos, tapping the bottom of the bustier. The straps drop and the bottom falls off, letting her massive tits drop slightly and sway, still amazingly bouncy and high despite their size.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then tug at your suit, trying to find the clasp. As if responding to your sudden desire to get it off, it simply peels away, retracting into a single piece in your hands, the guns connected to it. You resist the urge to just toss it aside and actually set it down, before approaching the bed. Your body is a lot like your old one was, just a bit more lean muscle and an extra inch of cock jutting in front of you, giving you a full eight inches.\n\n"Mmm, you're well-formed," Arana notes as she turns over onto all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed, tits bobbling and swaying with every motion, the large, dome-shaped nipples capped by thick, long nubs. "Though my body has been modified to more thoroughly enjoy more... robust... lovers. What would you say to a bit of augmentation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Augmentation? Well, okay.|BadCypher4x1]]\n\n[[Let's... leave everything as it is, alright?|BadCypher2x1]]

You yank and claw desperately at the jacket to try and get it off, shredding through leather and tossing it desperately at the male. He gives a yelp as whatever hit you apparently grazes him, making him release you and the both of you stumbling away from each other.\n\nYou recover to see him swiping and clawing at himself. Feeling a rush of anger in the aftermath of your pain, you hurl yourself at him, tackling him to the floor with your teeth already sinking into his throat. He claws and strikes at you as you taste sweet, hot, spicy blood flooding into your mouth and down your throat, but the taste only encourages you to clamp down harder. Eventually his struggles cease, and the flow of blood into your mouth slows. Raising your head and panting, you rise to your feet and turn towards the rest of the room.\n\n<b>BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM-BLAM</b>\n\nYou stare in shock at the sight of Daniels and the large revolver in his hand, smoke wafting up for it as he ejects the cylinder and starts reloading. You can sort of distantly feel painful heat spreading all through you, but even that is fading as you topple backwards, staring up at the ceiling, and then at Daniels as he steps up to you, sorrow etched on his face as he brings the gun up to point at your face.\n\n"Sorry, love."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Hellrise3xEnd]]

You check out the hotel, hmming thoughtfully. It's basically in the middle of nowhere, with little to do outside the hotel other than a handful of highly-rated local restaurants and little shops. A few towns of note are within about an hour's driving distance, but otherwise the ritzy hotel is the only real draw. A certain amount of isolation would certainly help on this little endeavor.\n\nYou take a glance at their rooms that are available within the next day or so. They do look quite nice, with large bathtubs and showers (which you can't help but notice certainly seem to have been designed with being sex-friendly in mind). Then you pause as you notice a particular vacancy, high up on the little building diagram. The honeymoon suite is open. Almost before you realize it you've clicked on the preview page. While most hotels simply use 'honeymoon suite' as a measure of size and luxury, this one definitely seems to have a distinct bridal theme to it. There's a lot of white satin, and even a mention of complimentary champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, amenities, and... lingerie?! ... Oh my.\n\nYou glance towards the stairs, nibbling your lower lip. You're very, very tempted... though you can't help but wonder if taking Ken's virginity in such a lovey-dovey honeymoon suite wouldn't push this over the edge from a mother's duty to... something else.\n\n<hr>\n[[Regular room.|Marei]]\n\n[[Honeymoon Suite.|Marei11x2]]

You know... your first (and only) honeymoon was back before your husband's career really took off, and it was at a decent-ish hotel on an okay-ish beach. It was still wonderful and you cherish the memories of it, but... you want to experience the full treatement at least once! That's how you excuse it to yourself as you select the option for the honeymoon package, selecting the checkboxes for the all-expenses treatment and filling in the fields with your measurements, sizes, and preferences (both in lingerie and for the food and liquor to be stocked in the suite), then buy a couple of plane tickets. You stand and head for the stairs, intending to tell Ken to pack a bit warm considering the resort's location, when you're interrupted by your cellphone ringing. Blinking at the number, you tap the answer button and bring it to your ear. "Yes, hello?"\n\n"Hello! This is Natasha with Golden Luxury Resort, is this Marei Nyugyu?"\n\n"It is. Is there some problem with my reservation?"\n\n"No ma'am, we have you booked in for the honeymoon suite and are already starting to prep it for your arrival! We hope you and your husband have a lovely time with us. I'm just calling because I think you may have made a typo when inputting the measurements for our complimentary bridal lingerie. You input the chest and bra size as-"\n\nYou suppress the urge to sigh while she reads them off. "No, those are correct."\n\n"Ah... ma'am, just so you know, we can't really replace those once they've been made up, so I understand you may want to have a bit of fun at our expense, but-"\n\nYou rub at your forehead, then pinch the bridge of your nose. "Is this phone number connected to an email account you can access?"\n\n"Yes?" comes the confused answer. You hold your phone out and switch it to selfie mode, getting your arm as straight out in front as you can to get your full torso in before clicking the photo and attaching it to a text to the currently in-use number. When you bring the phone back to your ear you can hear a bit of typing... then dead silence for a few moments. When Natasha's voice comes back on, it's a bit strangled. "I am deeply, deeply sorry ma'am. I'm going to go ahead and comp you a set of every option of lingerie we have and put those through on a rush order for you. They'll be ready at your check-in time. Thank you very much for staying with us and we look forward to seeing you, have a good day." \n\nYou can't help but smirk a little as you put your phone away. You do have trouble finding bras, after all, so that's nice.\n\nThe next day, you and Ken land and take the short cab ride out to the small town where the resort is located. It's getting into the evening when you arrive, and deciding to avoid any questions, you suggest that Ken go next door to the small pizza restaurant and get an order started for the two of you while you check in. Once he's inside you trot into the resort, wheeling your bag and his behind you. The girl behind the desk (Natasha, to judge by the way she tries to go pale and blush all at once at the sight of you, and seems to immediately know that you're here for the honeymoon suite) checks you in, going over your card before assuring you that the suite has been fully stocked, and they've also added a few extras that normally aren't available for the standard package, please have a lovely time (and don't post about this on social media, is the implication). You smile and ask her to have the bags taken up, then for the room to be put on 'do not disturb' until further notice before heading back next door, your son already munching on a slice of pizza by the time you sit down.\n\nOnce you and Ken have finished (with him devouring most of the pizza), you head back over. As hoped, Natasha has made herself scarce, the replacement too busy with another guest to even notice you as you and your teenage son head for the elevators. "Huh, you have to use your keycard just to activate the elevator?" he asks as you swipe yours and hit the button for the dedicated entrance to the honeymoon suite.\n\n"Oh, you know how hotels are about security these days," you answer breezily as the elevator begins to move. When it opens up you stroll out into the room, marveling at how good the thick, cream-colored carpet feels even with shoes on, and just reveling at how pretty and sleek and shiny it all looks.\n\n"Whaaa? What the heck's with this room?" Ken asks, obviously having expected something much more like the hotels you usually stay in. "It's kinda... frilly. And there's only one bed!"\n\n"Oh, I forgot to mention, there was a problem with our room, so they upgraded us to the honeymoon suite before we even got here," you answer, still playing it casual, even as his ears start to color. "It's a very big bed, though, I'm sure it will be fine."\n\nKen looks like he wants to protest the idea of sharing the honeymoon suite with his mother. Hm. Probably better decide on your next course of action.\n\n<hr>\n[[Ease into things.|Marei]]\n\n[[Loosen him up.|Marei]]\n\n[[Pounce.|Marei]]

"No way, I can't actually be a demon, right?" you yelp, staring down at your bright red skin, your black-clawed hands, the black fur covering your legs below the knee and hooves for feet, and... and the absolute monster of a cock flopped over one of your thighs, showing off the hefty red balls settled between them.\n\n"Ah, no, I think you're actually a Tiefling," Koliel notes as you reach up and finger the horns growing from your forehead. "Someone descended from demons. ... Though I suppose technically you aren't descended from anyone since the reincarnation spell just creates a body?" She frowns thoughtfully, then shakes her head. "It's unfortunate that you might have to suffer prejudice for your appearance, but as said before once we reach Purnaster we should be able to have you returned to your normal sex and appearance, if you wish."\n\nYou slowly get to your fee-... er, hooves, trying to ignore the way your cock is hefty enough that you can feel it swaying around and bumping your thighs as you get up. You notice Koliel's eyes flick towards it, and you can't be sure but you think her face might turn slightly more red. Well, yours would too if you didn't currently share a complexion. You feel a strange tension behind you and glance over your shoulder at the spade-tipped tail flicking through the air. Yeah that figures. "So what now?" you ask, not bothering to try and cover yourself. It would be a futile gesture, and you find that despite the mild embarrassment of the situation, you don't actually feel that uncomfortable standing out in the open naked. \n\n"I can only cast Reincarnation once a day, even from the scrolls, so I'll revive the others over the next few days. It will take us quite some time to get back to Purnaster, unfortunately... the wyrm apparently either scattered or ate our horses, I wasn't really able to tell from how churned-up the area was and how quickly I moved on. Most immediately, I'd like to go to a nearby stream I can hear and apply some medicinal balm so I can cease being crimson."\n\n"Not quite as easy for me, but makes sense," you chuckle, receiving a sheepish nod of the head in return. You follow after her, luckily having no trouble moving on your differently-shaped legs. 'That's handy, I guess it's the same principle as when I got to this world in the first place,' you muse idly as the two of you arrive at the stream, Koliel shamelessly stripping off her already scanty gear and taking a small jar out of her bags. She wades in up to the knees before beginning to apply the stuff, smearing it over her breasts and belly, her skin where she spreads the oily balm quickly losing its irritated appearance and becoming soft and cream-colored again.\n\nYou watch her movements fairly shamelessly yourself, somehow completely lacking any sense of awkwardness at your voyeurism. In fact as your new cock begins to react, the somewhat equinoid shaft rising up and the flat-tipped head flaring around the edges, you simply reach down with one hand and begin stroking it, not even thinking about what you're doing. It just seems natural to shamelessly indulge your arousal as you watch the little show Koliel's putting on for you via acting like she's not putting on a show at all. You want her... in fact, you realize you could have her, there's something within you that you feel like you could fling it out towards her, confuse and dominate her mind, guarantee that she would do as you wish...\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Ensorcel her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just jerk off.|GGMonk]]

"Hm, well, if you say so," you answer. It was, after all, Koliel's kindness that largely swayed your decision to join the group. Asking what room she's in, you then head upstairs and knock on the door. You hear a 'come in!' from within, and push open the door to step inside. "Hey, Koliel, it's m-" You blink, face going pink. "Er, sorry."\n\n"Hm?" Koliel looks up from the basin of water she's apparently been dipping the cloth she's rubbing behind her neck. She's gone from 'mostly naked' to 'all naked', her loincloth and other items all set atop the dresser next to the basin. Her dark brown hair, usually pulled up in a 'ducktail' in back, is currently loose and pulled to one side, teardrop-shaped breasts hanging down a bit from her slightly bent forward position. They also jiggle as she straightens up, dark red eyes sparkling. "Cyan! You decided to join us after all! Oh, come in, come in," she says, gesturing you further inside.\n\n"Yeah, I figured I'd stick with you guys, since you've been pretty good to me so far," you say a bit slowly as you hurriedly close the door after yourself. "Ah, did you want to get dressed, or...?"\n\n"I can if you like, but unless it really bothers you I'd rather not. Honestly I only wear anything at all out of a bit of a nod to the modesty most other races have, it's pretty uncommon to wear anything that isn't of pure utility back in the Springlands." She smiles and turns towards you, hands on her slim hips, apparently wanting to show just how little shame she has about her body... which you don't see why she should have any, you guess. Her boobs aren't super fantastically perfect like you might otherwise expect of an elf, but they are still <i>very</i> nice, and she doesn't seem to have any scars or markings other than the tattoo on her right upper arm. "So would you like to share the room? There's certainly space," she adds, gesturing around. You have to admit it's a pretty decent room for a pre-industrial society... not ultra-ritzy but fairly large and the bed's a decent size.\n\n"I was told you might like the company, yeah, so if it's okay with you?"\n\n"Of course." Koliel smiles, walking over to fold her arms around you in a hug. "I'm actually very happy, I was hoping I'd see you again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Hug her back.|GGMonk11x5]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGMonk]]

You pull yourself back a little, taking a few deep breaths. Self control, self control. If you can't exercise some self control, you'll wind up getting caught, and probably sooner rather than later. Someone could walk in and-\n\nWait, crap, that's right. Your dad is due back today! In fact if you recall, he's due home right about this time. Whew, that could have been... bad. You focus yourself, then pat your thigh. "C'mere, Bran, heel. I'll show you around." You grin as the dog immediately comes trotting over, a big puppy grin on his face as he looks up at you and loyally follows you through the house. You doubt he gets much out of the tour or your explanations of the various rooms, but you think it's a nice bonding experience. Afterwards you head out into the back yard to show him around a bit out there, and to play some fetch.\n\nEventually you pause in playing with the dog as your text tone goes off, a quick check of your phone showing a text from your father: 'Trip extended, details soon, love you.' On the one hand, you're a little depressed that you won't be seeing your father again today as planned, but, well, on the other it does make things a lot more convenient for you. You eye Bran thoughtfully as he wags his tail and bumps up against your leg lightly in encouragement to throw his ball again. Then you check the time... no, it's now too close to when your mother might be home. Better wait until tomorrow.\n\nYour mother does eventually arrive home, in a rather sour mood, though you can guess why. At first she's a little huffy on being introduced to Bran, but does seem to eventually cheer up a bit at seeing how sweet and personable the dog actually is, even stepping outside to play fetch with him for awhile herself. You guess dogs really are good for reducing stress. Pizza is apparently also good for stress, since your mother decides on that for dinner again, and downs a few beers with hers. Not her usual, but it does result in her retiring to bed a bit earlier than typical, which works out for you.\n\nYou'd already dressed for bed in the typical pajama pants and tanktop, and once you've assured yourself that the light is off in your mother's bedroom, you close the door to your room firmly and turn off your lights as well, flopping into bed before patting the mattress and whispering, "C'mere, boy!" Bran quirks his ears a bit, then leaps up onto the bed with you, watching with apparent interest as you wiggle out of your pajama pants. You might not be able to quite risk fucking him with your mother in the house, but something a bit easier to disengage from shoulde be manageable. You gently urge him into rolling into his back and staying there, then move to straddle him, starting to rub and tease at his sheath. Soon his cock is slipping out, red and shining and apparently quite nicely-sized, making you moan softly in eagerness as you slide your lips over it and start bobbing your head lightly, feeling it slide further into your mouth as he unsheaths.\n\nYou jump just a little and give a muffled noise of surprise around Bran's cock when his tongue begins lapping at your dripping pussy, the broad, flat thing sliding over your dripping folds purposefully. You hadn't really been expecting that when you got into this position, it just seemed the most convenient way to suck him off without letting him mount your face! But apparently he's such a good dog he intends this to be an actual sixty-nine, and you're hardly going to dissuade him! Just being able to get your hands (and mouth) on a dog cock again after a long week without had already had your pussy practically quivering, it doesn't take many licks from Bran to make you cum. He gets you off several times while you continue bobbing your head along his glistening red length, gently squeezing at his knot as he finally spills his load into your throat. After that you roll off of him, letting him get back onto his belly before redonning your pajama pants and snuggling up to him, the both of you curled up together.\n\nIn the morning your mother lingers about the house a bit longer than usual, so you go ahead and get dressed to have breakfast with her, Bran on his best behavior and staying back from the table so as not to give even the appearance of begging. Of course, once your mother's left for the day, you wait just long enough to be sure she won't turn back if she realizes she's forgotten something, then whistle for Bran and hurry up to your room. Hauling off your t-shirt to bare your tits, you settle down on your knees and give him a few kisses on the muzzle, allowing his return licks to slip into your mouth. Then you hurriedly squirm out of your jeans and panties, settling onto all fours and wiggling your ass (and your dripping pussy) at him, his ears perking in apparent delight. "C'mon, boy, mount up!"\n\nYou apparently don't need to tell him twice, Bran quickly leaping forward and onto your naked body, forelegs wrapping around your middle. He gives a few thrusts before finding your pussy and driving forward, with you moaning eagerly and rolling your eyes as you finally get dog-fucked again after all your waiting, work, and planning. You let your tongue loll out and orgasm repeatedly and without shame as Bran fucks you, his soft panting rushing over your ear, his tongue flicking against your ear and hair occasionally in affectionate licks. The fact that over the last 24 hours you've grown to absolutely adore him just makes it better and has your pussy spasming around his glistening canine cock, sucking it into you, encouraging him once he finally stuffs his knot inside and begins flooding you with his load.\n\nYou get plenty of chances to fuck him over the next week, though you try to limit it to the mornings most times, giving yourself a decent buffer of time so as not to get caught. Besides, it's a good chance to train the self control of your dog and, well, yourself, making sure he won't just pounce on you whenever he gets horny. You do notice your mother seems to be in a bad mood most of the time lately, but she neither takes it out on you nor shares what it is, so you decide to mind your own business.\n\nOne evening you're returning a bit late, having had a nice long run in the dog park with Bran (and having been tempted to revisit the little 'meeting spot' where you were first shown your dogslut-y ways, but ultimately deciding against), and expecting a bit of a scolding from your mother for not only being home after dinner time but having forgotten to text. Instead you find her slumped on the couch, and blink a bit at the bottle of vodka sitting on the coffee table and the glass in her hand. "Er, Mom, is everything okay?" you ask as you unclip Bran's leash.\n\n"... Your father's temporary holdover at the branch office after his convention visit has turned into a permanent reassignment," your mother says after a few moments of silence, sighing before she takes another sip from her glass. You're not a good judge but it looks like she's already fairly drunk, though not sloppy or angry. "We have to pack up and join him in Japan by the end of the week or they won't pay for it." She pauses, then adds a little darkly, "<i>If</i> we go to join him," before she takes another drink.\n\nYou stare at her as your brain tries to process everything. Well, that must be why the mood, it must have been becoming more obvious by the day that your dad wouldn't be coming home, and that he would be expecting you and your mother to drop your own lives and move to another country. Oh no, another country... the whole reason Bran was surrendered to the shelter was to avoid putting him through the awful quarantine conditions involved in moving a pet between continents. You'd have to leave him behind if you moved!\n\nYour brain almost instantly starts churning out alternatives, both conventional and... not so much. Perhaps it's your broadened horizons or the thrill you've learned to take from doing taboo things, but several of your ideas for solutions are, shall we say, unconventional. Your better sense says you should probably just accept the fact that you're moving to Japan and take Bran back to the shelter, but...\n\n<hr>\n[[Comfort your mother and accept moving.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother and urge her to bed.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Comfort your mother... with Bran's cock.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Seduce your mother.|GGDog]]

You decide you have no real philosophical objections to making better soldiers... after all, the wars still get fought anyway, may as well make it so that they can be fought a bit better and be over faster. And more people surviving is always a good thing, right? You decide to take the job with Thunderstrike, and begin packing up your apartment for your move to their facility in Canada.\n\nYou arrive at the airport and go the rest of the way by literal armored transport... well, it does have plenty of room in the back for all your things, after all. The nearest town is over 100 miles away, and the nearest town from <i>that</i> is over 250 miles away. You're not exactly going to be zipping into Toronto every weekend for the restaurants, but then you don't usually do that sort of thing anyway. If you're honest, living and working in the same place and away from the distractions of civilization suits you pretty well.\n\nOn your arrival at the base, you're greeted by a pretty younger woman with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiles and offers her hand. "Hello there, doctor. My name's Samantha Aron, but you can just call me Sam. I was the one who contacted you about this job, and I've been assigned as your personal assistant."\n\n"It's nice to meet you, Sam," you reply, shaking her hand. "Tell me, are you my personal assistant, or my lab assistant?"\n\n"A little of both. I don't actually have a PhD, but I do have an engineering degree and a good memory, so I've learned a lot about what goes into these projects. I'm willing to assist you however I can, including being a test subject should the need arise."\n\nYou raise an eyebrow. "That displays a remarkable amount of trust, I think. You don't even know me, but you're willing to be a guinea pig for my projects? I'm not even sure that's ethical."\n\n"There is no innovation without risk, and I'm as willing to risk myself in the lab as I am on the battlefield. From what I've read about you, I doubt you'll endanger my life unnecessarily, so I'm willing to extend my trust."\n\n"I'm not sure if that will ever be truly necessary, but thank you." \n\n"Now, doctor, if you'll come this way. I'll show you to your rooms and then I'm supposed to give you a briefing on the current projects we've got underway here. You've been approved to join any of them you like, or even to start your own project if you'd prefer."\n\nYour rooms are a tad on the "functional" side, but you suspect it will seem a little better once you have all your own things unpacked (and maybe do a little ordering from Amazon). Sam shows you how the biometric activation works, then leads you down a few hallways to a presentation room. You settle in as she begins showing you a somewhat bare-bones powerpoint presentation.\n\n"First off there's the project codenamed [[Shango|TSplaceholder]]. In essence it's about making soldiers stronger, healthier, and more self-reliant. Mostly it's focused on gene therapy and genetic recombination."\n\n"Then there's project [[Thor|TSplaceholder]]. It's more a strictly engineering project, focused on the creation of powerful but preferably nonlethal weapons. I know it's not really in your field of specialty, but sometimes a new perspective is really helpful."\n\n"Project [[Lei Gong|TSplaceholder]] is focused on our PsyOps division. It's an attempt to create telepathic abilities such as mindreading by artificial means. We've had enough small successes to show that it's possible, we just haven't made it reliable or useful yet."\n\n"We've been working on project [[Taranis|TSplaceholder]] for quite awhile now. We're trying to develop things like powered armor and reactive weapons, but the problem keeps coming back to the man-machine interface. We're hoping a skilled biologist like you can help crack that."\n\n"Finally, there's project [[Raiden|TSplaceholder]], which is our cybernetics division. Cybernetics has been proceeding slowly but steadily as a science... we're hoping that by making machines act more like biological organisms, you can push them over the edge and not only return wounded warriors to the battlefield, but make them more combat effective than ever."\n\n"Of course, if none of those appeals to you, as I said you've been authorized to begin your own project, utilizing any data from the others that you care to. The next codename available is already on the list, so it would be called project [[Susanoo|TSplaceholder]]."

"This one looks pretty cool," you assert, pointing at the massive bird with its somewhat blocky wings spread. "Let's set up here."\n\nFor the rest of the evening it's mostly normal camp activities... setting up the tent, making a little area nearby for cooking and relaxing, making some boil-in-the-bag meals, and chatting about how nice the weather is. Though as you climb into the tent that night, you could swear you hear a distant rumbling, despite the sky having been completely clear all night.\n\nIt's pitch black when you open your eyes. You instantly know that you're dreaming, although despite this you don't seem to have any control over your body as you rise from your sleeping bag and slip out of the tent, walking across the ground on bare feet. 'I thought you were supposed to be in control during a lucid dream,' you muse calmly to yourself, feeling the cool night are on your naked skin, brushing gently over your body like an invisible lover's caress. It seems natural that you were naked when you got up and walked out of the tent, even though you were wearing sweats when you went in... everything still has that sort of disconnected, natural feeling that a dream has, even though you know you're dreaming.\n\nYou make your way through the forest, knowing exactly where you're going despite not having any idea. Though you can feel twigs crack, dried pine needles rustle, and stones press to the bottoms of your bare feet, none of it hurts. You emerge from the treeline and begin making your way up a bald hill, towards the enormous bird of prey awaiting you at the top. It's both real and not real seeming, its curves and angles marking it more as something carved of stone, but every inch of it is flesh and blood and feathers. You come to a stop before it and spread your arms, submitting yourself for its appraisal. It slowly lowers its head, massive scythe of a beak moving this way and that around your naked body, any little flick of its neck it might care to make capable of slicing you in half. Despite this you feel no fear, and that doesn't change even as the bird reaches forward, wrapping one massive foot around you before launching itself into the air.\n\nYou're completely surrounded by the smooth-armored toes of the creature, warm and gently moving with its flight, and you have the feeling that this must be what it's like to be inside an egg that's inside the great beast now carrying you. Indeed, when the movement stops, the darkness around you seems to just crack and fall away rather than being uncurled, and you find yourself standing on a perfectly flat mountaintop, the entire world and yet nothing but darkness spread out around you. Directly in front of you is the only light, a simple campfire flickering above the engraved wooden blocks fueling it. Across from the campfire is a teenage girl, clad in nothing but a few thin leather strips around her upper arms and thighs, most of them dangling feathers or strings of beads or even small animal skulls, a band of white fur around her head, and paint here and there on her body, including a bright crimson thunderbird across her breasts. An old rifle is leaned up against a rock next to her, and she continues to grind a short, blunt length of wood into a stone bowl as you approach and sit down across from her, realizing as you do that she looks exactly like you.\n\n"Where am I?" you ask after a moment, since you don't seem to know what to do anymore.\n\n"Right where you were, nowhere at all, and everywhere at once," the girl who looks like you answers, raising her eyebrows, then giving you a small, knowing smile. "It's a dream after all, isn't it?"\n\n"Is it?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"It is. And it's more. You've come to me across distance and time while staying right where you are because as you are now, you are empty. You have no name, and instead you wear mine, for I am the Red Tail. When I showed my age I went to the calling site and slept upon the thunderbird stone. The thunderbird who came to show me to my ancestors was as red as a ripe berry and had a tail as bright and long as that of a star falling to earth, a thing that had never been seen... my father knew when I told him that it was the thunderbird itself who was my name, that I was destined to dwell in the dream when I was gone. And here I am."\n\nYou turn all that over for a bit. "So it's not just that I slept on the stone... I was drawn to you specifically because you're my... ancestor, and because I'm Samantha Redtail?"\n\nRed Tail smiles again, though there's something wolfish, part angry and part sad to the set of her mouth and eyes. "When our ancestors came to this land, we brought many things with us. The people we found here had no gods, they worshiped the sky and the stars, the river and the waters, but they put no gods in any of these things. Others who arrived with us had gods, but they were trapped in bones, in the land, in the trees, or they had gods that did not listen to them, that did not come when they were called, some that even tormented them without cause. The Deviloka, our gods were in the animals, in the ground, in the air, and we spoke to them as easily as each other, as equals. Gods that were not ours but that we had truck with would descend from the sky on gleaming ships made of things we had no words for yet, to parlay with us and do our bidding if we paid their price. Too we could speak to old things, old things from before any of us. With our gods and our weapons of flint and our fellow landwalkers we slew the godless savages we found and made this land ours. We found a sort of balance with the others... the Deviloka were few in number, unable to hold more than a bit of land as ours and ours alone, but we had our gods and the things we spoke to that obeyed us, so the other tribes knew that more than the occasional short fight was folly, that to harass the Deviloka was to find fates worse than death in battle. We lived and we thrived here.\n\n"And history turned, and the sun rose into the same position, and those from far away came, at first a few bearing nothing more than their own gods, their own spirits, their own magic and dreams. But then as we had done they came in numbers, bearing weapons for which we at first had no names, making their new alliances and bit by bit, they took the land we had taken so long ago. With them they brought many new demons, demons that laughed at the offerings we had made to our own and mocked us if we tried to have truck with them, forcing us to learn new ways of alliance, a thing we had not had to do in thousands of years. And as we learned, the new conquerers pushed in, cut off the old ways, and showed the power of the demons they had created themselves." Her mouth twists in a wry smile. "Government. Bureaucracy. Demons that would not answer us or be moved no matter what the offering was. And so when I arrived where they said my home would be, far from the spirits I had built power with and already traded many things to for their names and bonds, they asked my names, and just like that, my children also became 'Red Tail'. They had already had their own names, but for some time now the rest of my line has been given nothing but mine." She shrugs her shoulders. "Still, maybe they were on to something. You are here, before me, our words carry to each other more strongly than any who has come to speak to me from the world of flesh before."\n\nYou sit absorbing all of that for awhile... you're not sure how long, minutes, decades, eons. Finally, though, you're forced to ask the question you have no answer for. "So what does it all mean for me?"\n\n"You are empty, and this means that there will always be something missing in your life. Had you walked another path, many other things may have tried to find their way to fill that emptiness inside you, taken advantage of it to seize your spark. But now you have entered the Dream, been carried by the thunderbird, your choice is now your own. If you turn back and return to waking with nothing more said or done, your life will be your own... an ordinary, quiet life, which will leave no mark or change on the world. The last of the power and glory of our people will fade from your blood, and you will be a being of flesh only, to live and die as one of billions."\n\nYou can't help but feel a little delicate shudder down your back at some vaguely existential horror at the idea. "What's my other option?"\n\n"To walk the Dream. To go forth into the wilds of all the thoughts of the people, and there find the one whose name you will take. Have a care," Red Tail continues as you glance out into the darkness beyond. "Had you been raised to our ways, you would have been subtly prepared all your life to walk the Dream. You, though, have never known the wild out or in, you have never experienced excitement beyond mortal measure, or spoken to the land. You will be alone and untrained as you walk in what is perhaps the most wild and grasping place in existence. But what you find there none can take from you, if you are strong enough and smart enough and wise enough to seek it out."\n\nYou look from the fire to the darkness and back again several times. "... No third option, I guess?" you ask quietly, giving Red Tail a wan smile.\n\nShe's silent for a few ages of the world, before saying, "Yes, there is a third." At your slight start, she stares at you, and you realize her eyes are black... not just dark, but black. "You could give your existence to me."\n\n"... I don't understand," you whisper, leaning back a bit.\n\n"You do. You just don't want to. You are empty, but you bear my name... I could fill you. Become you. Accept your future. Arise as you in the waking world, and use my knowledge to in some small way return what was lost to the mortal lands."\n\n"Yeah," you murmur, staring at her now. "And what would happen to me?"\n\n"Part of you would always be there, in me. Your memories, your experiences. 'Samantha Redtail' would continue to be in the world, to speak and be heard, acknowledged as such. But it would be Red Tail's destiny, Red Tail's wisdom, Red Tail's choices you would make." She hesitates, only briefly, before adding, "You would become just a part of me."\n\n"... And if I did that... made that sacrifice..." You pause, but Red Tail nods, apparently agreeing with the word. "You'd try to bring the Deviloka back?"\n\n"I would. But don't let it weigh too heavily on you," Red Tail continues, shrugging easily. "Regrets and longing are the place of the living, and those who are now dead are beyond them. We did not live for the sake of those who were dead, despite acknowledging and respecting them, and you are under no such burden. Some of what is dead was always meant to be dead, and it may be that our time in this world was at an end and that is why we are gone. Or it may be that it is time for us to rise anew. But it is your choice to make, nameless child of my blood... though our people might have shared bonds of blood, love, or honor, each Deviloka still lived for themselves before all others, and that is what you should do. If you would accept giving me your destiny, let it be of a desire from your own heart, not the weight on your shoulders."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|Dream]]\n\n[[Walk the Dream.|Dream1x1]]\n\n[[Let Red Tail have your existence.|Dream]]

Really, one's a sample, but two is stealing, right? Or something. Whatever, it makes you feel better about sneaking some if you're practicing restraint. You slip the little chocolate orb out of the case and quickly pop it into your mouth, biting down.\n\nHm! These definitely must be different, you think, because though at first there's that same crunch you get from the dried-out malt of the usual thing, the moment it touches your tongue the stuff literally melts in your mouth, smoothing around and coating it, even seeming to expand a bit. You crunch through the little bits still covered by the chocolate, feeling the stuff melt further, mingling with the chocolate as well. 'Really does taste like milk too, that high-end stuff in the bottle that we got once,' you muse as you swallow the last of it.\n\nYou're just considering actually using the scoop to buy a bunch of them when you feel a heat growing in your chest... well, not your chest, you realize, but specifically your breasts. You give a soft 'mmf' as your nipples stiffen up until the pressure is almost painful... but that pressure is spreading through the rest of your breasts. "The heck?" you grunt aloud, before giving a yelp as your breasts suddenly expand in a short, quick bursts, your shirt getting pulled up your midriff as the fabric stretches further over your chest, your tits jiggling lightly just from the speed of growing a cup size in less than a second. "Fuck!" you yelp as you see that they're still growing, just more slowly and steadily now, your nipples growing thicker and longer beneath the black fabric.\n\n"Oh dear, someone sampled the candy~," comes a sing-song voice from the front.\n\nThere's just a bit of fear of authority that shoots through you, but is rapidly replaced by concern for your current situation. Your tits don't seem to be slowing down, and that feeling of being tight and having a great deal of pressure pushing on them from inside is only growing. You raise your hands, but stop as you realize you have no idea what to do with them, just staring down at your breasts as they quickly grow larger than your head with no signs of stopping. Your shirt keeps stretching out, until it's drawing up over the undersides of your ever heavier tits. Eventually it gives up and half-tears, half pops up over them, spilling your massive mammaries free and letting them wobble... with an almost audible sloshing sound. The motion is enough to make you stagger a little, sticking your hands out for balance... then teetering as they give another sudden quick expansion outward, making you yelp again as you topple forward.\n\nYou strike right on your tits, expecting it to hurt, and there's some of that especially with how tense and tight they'd been feeling... but the impact also causes heavy gushes of milk to squirt out from your now several inches long nipples, flying through the air to splatter on the tile of the floor. Even that slight lessening of the pressure is enough to make you moan loudly in a bit of relief so strong it can only be called pleasure, your body shuddering a little. You try to stand, but your steadily larger... and now, it's obvious to you, more full... breasts are too heavy and unwieldy for you to find the proper leverage. Instead they just keep growing, and growing, gradually lifting you further off the floor. Now almost frantic to further relieve the pressure, you begin pressing on them and rubbing them, encouraging more milk to spurt out, further making yourself moan. You're practically lifted into a standing position... or rather, mostly bent-over position as your tits get bigger and bigger, your panties and the crotch of your jeans gradually becoming soaked through even from the bits of milk you're able to urge out of yourself. By the time they finally stop, the toes of your sneakers are barely touching the ground, and there's a small, steady trickle of milk dribbling from your six-inch nipples.\n\n"Somebody got into my MILK Duds, hm?" a woman's voice says from behind you, though you can't quite crane your head properly to see her from this angle... you find it hard to look away from the giant orbs of your tits resting on the tile floor in front of you anyway. "Well this is what happens when you 'sample' rather than buying or asking to try, you get way more than you bargained for."\n\n"Nnnh... ah, p-please, I'm sorry..." you whimper. "I'm sorry, just... just milk me, please... please, milk me, I need to be milked so bad, please..."\n\n"Wellllllll... alright! But first, I think I'm going to enjoy myself, since you've put yourself in such a nice position for me," the voice coos. You can feel hands working the button and zipper of your jeans, hauling them and your panties down and off your legs along with your boots, leaving you naked in the middle of the store, balanced atop your enlarged boobs. You feel hands gripping your waist, and then moan loudly as a long, fat cock pushes into your dripping pussy and starts to pump into you. "Mmmm, there, that's nice, a little restitution for the extra stress and effort I'm going to have to go to because of you," the cock's owner practically purrs as they begin pumping into you, each thrust pushing you forward against your huge tits, your body pressing into them and causing milk to squirt forward.\n\n"Nnh, nnh, ah, ah!" Your eyes roll in a combination of the pleasure of being fucked, but it's almost overwhelmed by the relief-pleasure of getting even that much more milk out, your pussy trembling and squirting around the pumping prick stroking into it. "P-please, yes, fuck me all you want, just milk me, milk me, mmm, nnh, milk me, milk me," you plead and moan, your increasingly slutty noises mingling with your pleas as your mind is steadily overwhelmed. "Nnh, ah, milk me, annh, milk mmmm, milk, milk, milk, milk!" you babble, even as that cock thrusts into you and throbs hard.\n\n"Ahhhh... alright, alright, my little life support system for tits, I'll milk you... and make sure to give you lots more 'milk' too, for a long, long time~!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1bxEnd]]

Kovam actually seems like a pretty cool guy, Koliel's an absolute sweetheart, Hurgen appears to have a really good heart under his gruff exterior, and Jor... ... you're sure Jor isn't as bad as he seems. Maybe. Probably. Anyway taken all together they've been nothing but decent to you from the word 'go' and even if they are on a rather foolhardy path, you'd feel bad leaving them to walk it alone. No, you'll stick by them for now, and if you are all going to your deaths... well, going up against a dragon is a pretty metal way to end it, yeah?\n\nYou ask a few of the more reputable-seeming people around you how to get to the Fancy Horse Inn and start making your way there. Eventually you spot it, the sign not having any lettering but a very fancy horse on it indeed, one of the sorts with all sorts of barding and its mane done in those little... is it still a 'manbun' if it's on a horse? You don't know what they're called. Anyway, you're making your way towards the entrance when rough, braying laughter from several people (but a bit low down) catches your attention. You turn to notice a lot of metal clanking around in the street nearby... metal that's being worn by dwarves, that is, four of them. One is Hurgen, who's standing there silently, his face a bit ruddy and a deep scowl on his lips, while the other three are guffawing. You're guessing from the similar look of them, the way most are balding on top but with thick black-brown hair and the similar style of their braids and armor, they're probably all from the Coalash mountains.\n\n"Hurgen Elffucker, that's what they call you back home!" one of the laughing one says. "Shame of Coalash, that's another popular one!"\n\nYou'd expect Hurgen to just beat the shit out of the guy for that, but he's just... standing there, glowering, silent.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk11x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGMonk]]

"Well, I live on this planet too, so of course I'm concerned about it," you answer, thinking over what you remember of Shinra from the game, and some scraps that the sim seems to have fed you. "But more than that, Shinra squashes people's rights and conquers other countries. I'd rather fight them so I can choose to live free of them than over vaguer issues like the environment."\n\nBarret doesn't look 100% enthusiastic about your answer, but he does look pleased enough, nodding along at a few points. Jessie glances over her shoulder during it and gives you a grin, and you think you even see Cloud focusing on you with a less intense scowl than before. So it looks like you managed to give an answer that didn't blow any one person away, but still won you at least some points with everyone.\n\nThe elevator stops and you continue on through the reactor, along a few very unsafe walkways and down some ladders, eventually arriving at the main reactor access point. Barret, apparently still uncertain of Cloud's loyalties, passes him the bomb and demands he set it up, the blonde man shrugging derisively before stepping forward... then halting, a stricken look briefly coming over his face and a shudder running through his body. Wait, that's right, he's having some sort of... flashback, or something, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to comfort him.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Just let him be.|FF7F1x4]]

"Erica," you say aloud, the name blinking and the window disappearing as everyone settles back into motion. "Erica Clash, ex-MAGE."\n\n"Nice to meet you, I'm-"\n\n"We don't have time for this," Cloud cuts in, still scowling lightly. "We have a mission to accomplish."\n\nGeez, touchy. You follow after him as he heads into the reactor, Barret growling about how he doesn't trust either of you and plans to follow you the entire time to make sure neither of you betray them. The three of you make your way through the various levels of the reactor, eventually winding up somewhat crowded into an elevator with the sole other female on the team, who seems to be hunching in close to the controls to avoid attracting any negative attention.\n\n"Pretty weird ta be workin' this with ex-SHINRA goons," Barret grumbles. "Besides, I thought SOLDIER and MAGE hated each other. Half expected th' two of you ta be at each other's throats'n'shit."\n\n"... I don't care about things like that," Cloud says, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm just here for my pay."\n\n"The planet's dyin', Cloud!" Barret shouts, shaking his (flesh and blood) fist in the air.\n\n"Not my problem."\n\nPractically trembling with anger, Barret just glares at Cloud for long moments before looking at you. "How 'bout you, huh? You feel the same way? You just get outta MAGE to get a bigger payday as a mercenary, huh?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, that's right."|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be idealistic.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Be pragmatic.|FF7F1x3]]

Okay, this is a magic-using character, best to use magic. Let's see, casting always had a motion they used in the game, so as long as you're consistent with the one you use the sim should pick up on that you're trying to cast magic... at least, that's how you'd program it! You raise your arm at the elbow and sweep it in a circular motion in front of you and out to the side, then thrust your palm towards the human guard while shouting, "Bolt one!"\n\nTo your relief (and pleasure), crackling blue and purple electricity shoots from your hand and flies through the air, slamming into the red-clad guard and flinging him backwards to turn into red energy and dissipate. You're kind of relieved at that... you'd much prefer a lack of realistic scorch marks and flesh burns as a result of your attacks. Then you yelp as the guard dog dashes forward and bites at your leg, a flash of pain coming from the spot before the beast abruptly leaps back to the spot where it was standing. The pain's gone just as quickly as it happened, but you notice your HP bar is lower. A glance down shows there's not even a hole in your tights where the dog bit you. Yeah, this sim is definitely running on the full turn-based combat of the original game. Again, that's fine by you... you'd rather not limp around with a bleeding dog bite until you found a Potion.\n\nDoing your best to repeat the earlier motion exactly, you thrust your hand towards the guard dog and shout "Bolt one!" again. Another blast of lightning, another flicker and dissolve of red energy, and the platform is now clear of enemies. You give a somehow instinctive twirl of your staff and pose a bit with hip and chest jutted once you've swept it down to the side, and watch a menu pop up showing a meager trickle of XP and AP, as well as informing you that you've picked up a Potion and an Ether. You blink at that, then notice that your menu is still floating a bit to one side, though it just has your name, HP, MP, and a down-pointing arrow on it. You reach out and tap the arrow, and it shows you the menu you saw before, though 'Escape' has been replaced by 'Item', and below that 'Setup'. You tap 'Item' and find that you do in fact have three potions, two ethers, 200 gil, and something called a 'Mako Focus'. Hm, you'll have to look at that later. Tapping setup brings up a somewhat more extensive menu... you can't seem to move more than your head and arm while the menu's open, so the game's apparently 'paused'. But it looks like this is where all the other functions will eventually be, like changing equipment and party members and such.\n\nClosing the menu back to its basic form, you hurry forward and down the platform steps, to where the small assemblage of AVALANCHE members is waiting patiently. The skinny guy lifts his head and calls, "Oh, hey new girl! We were just doing introductions! Or, well, Cloud was telling us his name. You're...?"\n\nThey all freeze, and you notice that the space under your name on the basic menu has turned into a dashed line. Ah, so 'Erica' is just the default, you can change it to something else. Well, you don't really have a problem with it... although you could always put in something goofy or silly, that would amuse you to hear the characters say all the time as if it were completely normal. Also don't some games unlock extra options or jokes if you put in certain names?\n\n<hr>\n[["'Erica'."|FF7F1x2]]\n\n[["Heh, 'Tits McGee'.|FF7F]]\n\n[["Oh, 'God' is fine.|FF7F]]\n\n[["lol, 'Slut'.|FF7F]]

Let's see, names and more info for these "mixed" centaurs. Apparently they're actually viewed as something of a, well, <i>mixed</i> blessing in centaur tribes, since they tend to combine a lot of traits of both sexes. They get both male and female charisma (equating to a rather large CHA bonus), the physical benefits of both (male muscle mass with more feminine streamlining, meaning both a STR and DEX boost), naturally skilled at both intimidation and diplomacy, they don't have to sleep much, they have longer lifespans...\n\n'Man, someone sure wanted it to be attractive to play their lewd fantasy,' you think with a literal snort, stamping one of your back hooves, which makes your large bare tits wobble some as well as some other jiggling you can feel further back under your lower half. Your tail flicks as you continue reading...\n\n... wait.\n\nYou blink a few times, raising your head, then lifting the book away from yourself to look down... at the pair of rather spectacular, completely uncovered breasts now attached to your chest. But what's more, you can see through the cleft of them down past your waist... and where that blends into a horse's body, including long, strong legs leading down into hooves with thick tufts of fur surrounding the tops of them. You look back at yourself... yep, that's definitely a horse's butt, with shiny black hide, and a thick braided tail with the tuft at the end dyed half blue. From the weight and the feel of something brushing your bare back when you turn your head, your hair's quite a bit longer and probably done in a similar style. And, well... while you're not exactly able to get a good look, the feeling of something moving between your hind legs whenever you shift or stamp a hoof, combined with what you were reading about, gives some hints as to your lower half's... disposition.\n\n"What the hell?" you whisper aloud, closing the book and staring at it. Except the cover is now plain brown leather, with the embossed title reading 'On Centaurs'. You stare at it with your jaw agape, but it's not exactly hard to figure out what's happened to you. You were reading about a particular sort of creature that exists in a fantasy world... now you <i>are</i> that particular sort of creature. And since you're not standing in a library anymore, but on grass and amongst some trees, you can probably also assume you're in that fantasy world too. \n\nYou hear something a bit distant, and while your ears don't quite twitch with it, it's close. (You raise a hand up to touch them... they're bordering on 'Lodoss' elf ears but not quite that long. Maybe more 'How Not To Summon A Demon Lord'.) You step forward, trying not to be distracted by your boobs bouncing, quickly finding yourself beside a road. You lean forward a bit and peer down it, quickly spotting a quartet of mounted figures in the distance. They're still a little far off to make out a ton of details, but you're surprised by just how much you can... there's what looks like a human girl with long, tousled brown hair and glasses, wearing rather eclectic clothing. Actually they all seem to be women, though the one riding beside her is bigger than a lot of guys you've met, broad-shouldered and well-muscled, her oiled skin a rich copper color with a faint gleam of green to it (putting you in mind of a penny that's somehow both patinaed and polished at the same time), wearing scattered pieces of armor that still leaves a fair bit bare. A very scantily-clad blonde elf with a quiver and bow slung at her back. And finally a rather odd-looking woman dressed in black and white robes with edgings in a number of different colors, her braided hair white on one side and black on the other, who's riding not a horse but... is that a reindeer? \n\nIn any event, they definitely look like an adventuring party, and they'll be on you in a minute or two.\n\n<hr>\n[[Introduce yourself.|GGSMCent1x1]]\n\n[[Hide and let them pass.|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Attack!|GGSMCent]]\n\n[[Get your dick wet.|GGSMCent]]

"Looks like something went down at the reactor plant, yeah," you answer, giving her a casual smile. "Tell you what, why don't you sell me a couple of flowers so your night's not a complete bust, then head home, huh? Just to be safe?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, that's very kind of you." Aerith smiles and produces about six of the flowers, asking five gil for them. (Hey, you even got a free one, not bad.) She then turns and hurries off, with you discretely checking out her butt in that tight pink dress. Hm, yeah, that's probably nicer than her chest, to be honest. \n\nYou catch up to the others at the train, eventually making your way back to Sector Seven and following along with the others a bit behind to Seventh Heaven. You enter after Cloud, spotting Tifa almost immediately (you and she look like you could share bras, so not bad yeah), and a small girl hiding behind Tifa. You grin some as she peeks out, actually coming out a little as she spots you... apparently you're not as intimidating as Cloud. "Hey, Marlene," you greet as Barret comes in behind you. "Check out what I got for the bar," you continue, producing the small bundle of flowers from your inventory and watching as her eyes widen. She comes rushing over and you hand them to her. "Why don't you put those in some water and set them somewhere you and Tifa can see them?"\n\n"'Kay!" she chirps, and you notice that you seem to have won some points again with the others... well, you have no clue if Cloud appreciates your cheering her up, his face is still a mask. The meeting eventually moves to the secret room downstairs, where you mostly stay quiet through the ensuing argument between Barret and Cloud, waiting until they all come back down and Cloud takes over training on the punching bag. Tifa approaches you, smiling awkwardly. \n\n"Ah... Erica, I'm sorry, but we had to promise Cloud a bit of a bonus. I'm not sure if we have enough to pay the both of you right away, but I promise if you wait awhile..."\n\n"It's fine, I'll trust you to be good for it," you answer, since you're not sure how interesting this sim would be if you quit over not getting paid immediately. Tifa looks relieved and thanks you several times, and gradually everyone seems to start winding down and getting ready to sleep. As you yourself are finding a spot, though, a popup window appears.\n\n'Your Mako Focus has begun to lose charge! This unique item retained from your days with MAGE is what allows you to have an expanded MP pool and to regenerate MP without items, as well as various other effects. It can only be recharged by absorbing a specific kind of Mako energy... that present in living beings. To that end, the Mako Focus is capable of reshaping itself to assist pleasurable sex with either a male or a female. Please engage in sexual intercourse using the Mako Focus within the next twenty-four hours to avoid loss of abilities.'\n\nYour jaw drops a bit. So that's what it is?! It's some sort of... "mana transfer" device, to use the Fate/ term?! You have to fuck someone while using it or you'll lose your special abilities?! ... Well, it is a sex sim. You guess you better consider how to address this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck someone now.|FF7F]]\n\n[[Wait.|FF7F]]

Cloud's pretty invested in his 'tough guy' thing... trying to comfort him in front of Barret would probably just make him feel worse. When Barret starts to snap, you raise a hand and shake your head, instead saying a bit more gently, "Hey, Cloud, we need to go."\n\nCloud's head jerks a little, but then he simply nods and attaches the bomb to the reactor, apparently to Barret's satisfaction. Once he steps away, though, the alarm goes off, and almost immediately the massive mechanized guard trundles out. Luckily between Barret's gun, Cloud's sword, and your Bolt spells, you make quick work of it, since the bomb is already ticking. The three of you rush up, Cloud pausing briefly to yank Jessie's foot out of a rut and you grabbing her wrist to help yank her up a ladder faster, all of you making it out before the explosion goes off behind you.\n\nOnce all of you are out of the immediate reactor area, Barret advises that you split up, Cloud giving you a brief look before heading in the opposite direction you were glancing in. You're not entirely sure whether you're growing on him or if he's coming to hate you even more or what. Either way you head off towards the nearby streets, doing your best to stroll around casually despite the large metal staff slung on your back.\n\n"Oh, excuse me, do you know what's going on?"\n\nYou turn towards the voice, and blink. Oh, that's unexpected... somehow you expected Cloud to be having this encounter offscreen. Instead Aerith is standing right in front of you, the pink-clad woman looking at you with concern. She's pretty nice-looking in person... her hair and face lend her that 'sweet and kind' demeanor, her expression is curious and sincere... body's not bad, either. You do chance a very quick glance down to see that her chest isn't exactly modest, but then your current form still kind of puts her to shame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Gently urge her on her way.|FF7F1x5]]\n\n[[Cozy up to her.|FF7F4x1]]\n\n[[Tell her to fuck off.|FF7F]]

Feeling annoyed by the interruption, you answer the phone and listen to the polite inquiry by the voice on the other end, then make a flippant comment about how you're not interested in working for the corrupt military-industrial complex. The person on the other end is cool, polite, and makes a rather cutting reference to a prior project of yours working on a flu cure that wound up getting locked in a vault by the company.\n\nThe argument just escalates from there, quickly discarding pretensions of calm and collected and turning into an ideological shouting match. Half of the things coming out of your mouth aren't even things you necessarily believe, you're just angry now and have a need to be <i>right</i>. At some point you start to think that the woman you're talking to isn't just another member of the HR department... they seem far too invested in defending their company's honor. But you've worked up too good a head of steam to think rationally about the argument anymore, so both of you continue long after the point of good taste.\n\nFinally, the woman says, her voice cold, "Don't worry, doctor, you've made your position and intentions towards us entirely clear. We can continue this some other time." Then the line closes. You're left staring at your phone, slowly realizing just what you've done, and the ominous potential meanings of those final words.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have made an enemy of the Thunderstrike PMC. This will influence your approach to things at your father's lab, and occasionally you may see a "(Thunderstrike.)" option in the branch choices. Choosing this will cause the inevitable Thunderstrike assault to occur at that point.|IPLB1x2]]

"Let's take a spontaneous little trip together," you suggest with a bright smile, leaning back a little and ruffling his hair. "A mini-vacation, just you and me." \n\nHe blinks, but perks up a bit, obviously excited at the idea of something so unplanned. "Okay, where to?"\n\n"Not sure yet." You ruffle his hair, then stroke down the back of his head and neck, making him shiver just a little. "Tell you what, go grab your bag and start packing basic essentials for a week, here in a few minutes I'll call up to tell you what else to pack."\n\n"Okay, sure!" he hops up and zips upstairs, perhaps putting your behavior down to being excited about the trip. And certainly you are by this point, though you're mostly excited by getting him somewhere you can have him all to yourself for an extended period without any nosey busybodies just over the fence.\n\nSitting down at your desk, you open your laptop and start browsing through various sites and email offers you've gotten. Price isn't particularly an object... your husband left you very well-off, and even if this got expensive, making sure Ken's, ah, 'marital training' goes well is definitely worth dipping into the emergency fund a little bit if necessary.\n\nHm, let's see, one of the most obvious ways to get away from it all would be to go [[camping|Marei9x3]] out in the great northwest somewhere. There are various campgrounds that are highly rated and commented on for having miles and miles of open territory between camping grounds or cabin lots. That's a lot of wild country to assure a barrier from prying eyes while you're busy taking your son's virginity and teaching him to be a man.\n\nOf course the exact opposite of that would be a [[beach resort|Marei10x1]]. You find one that's rated very highly on discretion and openness, though it's for adults and couples only. Well, that wouldn't be very hard to get around... Ken already has your last name, and you know just who to talk to for fake identification. (You may have been a goody-two-shoes all your life but that doesn't mean you don't know some baddy-no-shoes.)\n\nLet's see, you also have an offer from a brand new [[luxury hotel|Marei11x1]]. It's not anywhere particularly interesting, but you like the list of services, and the early reviews all talk about how quiet it is in the rooms. That likely means solid construction and good soundproofing, so no one in any adjoining rooms will hear your son moaning as he pounds your pussy. Good thought.\n\nOr, well, there's always a [[theme park|Marei]]. Not exactly the most adult destination, but it would probably be the most fun for Ken. Let him have a last good childhood hurrah in the midst of his transition to manhood. You admit you kind of like the idea of that... roller coasters and cotton candy during the day, you bouncing on his cock at night.

Hm. It might be better to ease into this, don't want to spook him. Besides, it will be even more of a confidence booster if he feels that he was just so handsome and manly that his own mother couldn't keep her hands off him. (Which... is sort of true, you suppose.) Smiling and letting it take on just a bit of a sultry tone, you move over to his chair, leaning forward some. Your breasts press against the back of his head, squooshing just a bit around the sides but still held in place by your shirt. You run your hands along his shoulders and then down over his chest a bit, simple affectionate gestures, but the press of your tits and the slight slowness of the stroking soon has him blushing and squirming in his seat. "I don't want you to just go running off today," you murmur warmly. "We should spend some time together this summer."\n\n"Um, okay, sure," he answers, obviously fighting not to squirm more as you run your hands along his upper arms. "What'd you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Swimming.|Marei13x1]]\n\n[[Shopping.|Marei12x1]]\n\n[[Short vacation.|Marei9x2]]

That's just too far! That's... that's dangerous! That's... no! Halfway between howling in fury and sobbing in frustration and somehow managing not to do either, you drop the shirt and rush out the door, hurrying to your truck and setting off for Saya's place.\n\nYou rush up the stairs and to the door of her apartment once you arrive, pounding a fist against it. "Saya! Saya, open up! It's too much! Saya!" you call, at this point too frazzled to care that tears are streaking down your cheeks.\n\nYou're actually a little surprised when the door opens and Saya's standing there, wearing jeans and a comfy-looking pink turtleneck sweater, eyeing you coolly as she rests one hand on the door and the other on her hip. "Well don't you have quite the nerve on you? You go and be an obedient little worm all week, making me think there might actually be hope for you, and then you go and pull a stunt like this. Just what are you thinking?"\n\n"It's... it's too much." You sniffle, almost hiccuping a little bit. "You can't just... you can't just make me kiss random people... I haven't even... I haven't even... plus what if someone... what if they..."\n\n"... Oh, for..." Saya puts a hand to her face, sighing deeply, then steps back and points commandingly. "Inside."\n\nLetting your head droop, you obey, slumping into her apartment, meek once again as you stand and nervously rub your thumbs together. Saya closes the door and turns to face you, folding her arms. "First of all, I'll have you know I was going to have someone escort you in case anyone tried to take it too far. I may be a manipulative, petty, cruel dominatrix, but I'm not a complete monster. Second, you have <i>too</i> been kissed before, dumbass."\n\nYou blink at her, then your cheeks flush. "Um. Oh. Right. I..." You squirm around a little. "... A lot of that's a blur, I was... ... drunk..."\n\n"Yes, I'm aware, I <i>got</i> you drunk as part of teaching you a lesson." She narrows her eyes at you until you slump again, then rolls them once more and lets out a huff. "Oh, fine, fine, maybe I took it a little too far. If it's got you <i>this</i> worked-up maybe it's time to end it early. It's only fun if you willingly go along with it."\n\n"W-willingly?!" you splutter, head snapping up. "You locked my dick in a cage! You said you'd destroy the key if I didn't do what you say! I couldn't get it off without humiliating myself!"\n\n"... You know doctors have a code of confidentiality, right?" she replies, quirking one eyebrow. "You could have just made an appointment with one, told them what the problem is, and they'd arrange for someone with a medical saw to remove it, I told you that it's mostly the locking mechanism and associated parts that are titanium. They wouldn't be allowed to tell anyone about it either, it would be illegal. If you really wanted it off, that would have been way less embarrassing than going to a restaurant with a vibrator in your ass, or announcing to a whole store that you wanted pretty panties."\n\nYou open your mouth... then close it. That's right, despite everything Saya told you to do, somehow you always assumed it was better than just telling someone. Does that mean... does that mean that you were actually cooperating? While your head's swimming with that, Saya continues.\n\n"Don't blame yourself, I deliberately did my best to lead you into thinking that obeying me was your only option. The point was that if you <i>really</i> wanted it off you would have either confronted me like this or done something to get rid of it. But, we've reached that point, so I guess this is where the fun ends." She shrugs, looking a little resigned.\n\n"Uh... y-yeah... so does that mean you'll remove it?" you murmur.\n\n"Why? I just told you how you can remove it without my help. Oh, I suppose that if I removed it myself now, it would eliminate any chance I'd get in trouble if you ratted on me to the doctor you got to remove it..." Saya smirks at you, purple-blue eyes twinkling. "But of course that runs the risk of your little escapade getting exposed one way or another, so I'll still roll the dice on you not telling. Although I suppose if you <i>really</i> want the key, I can go ahead and give it to you... if you play along one last time. No, not the kissing shirt," she interrupts as you start to open your mouth. "I mean right here, right now. You let me dominate you. Properly. Thoroughly. Tonight I get to make you my little pet and do whatever I want to you. Once I'm done, I unlock the cage, we go our separate ways, and no one ever has to talk about this experience again." She shrugs again, and gestures in the general direction of the door. "Or, you can go make a doctor's appointment. I even have a few cards, if you need a recommendation."\n\n... How generous. Still, it's a decision to make.\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave and see a doctor.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Let Saya dominate you.|GwynSaya]]

Okay, so she'll want to decide where you go on your dates and maybe tie your wrists to the bedframe, that's no big deal, right? You can deal with <i>that</i> in return for not having to wear a skirt. Nodding firmly, you text Liam back to tell him you'll take the date with Saya. He assures you that he'll set everything up, and after a bit more of playing telephone (via texts on your telephones) he has the two of you set up for a date on Friday. \n\nSince you've resolved the issue of how you're dressing, you decide to actually go a little above and beyond. You dig around in your clothes and haul out some of the more formal stuff. Over the week, when Allen isn't around to make you feel self-conscious, you experiment with a few different looks. Of course you don't discover anything that takes you out of looking 'pretty' and into 'properly handsome', but that was mostly a vain hope anyway. You finally decide on wearing the coat open and the top few buttons of the shirt undone, with the collar tugged slightly open. It's a tiny bit seventies retro but you figure it looks sufficiently masculine to offset... y'know... your face, at least a little.\n\nAnd so you show up at the restaurant on Friday evening, telling the hostess who you are, and being told that your date is already waiting. (Tch, you didn't get here... well, you're early, but apparently not early enough.) It's not a Michelin star sort of place, but it's obviously trying to at least give an appearance of being more upscale so that college kids have somewhere to go for these sorts of dates, you think as you're led through the restaurant. Saya looks up from the drink menu at your approach, and gives you a warm, sweet smile that definitely has you feeling like you made the right choice as you take your own seat.\n\n"You must be Gwyn," she says, still smiling at you. Her voice is even and rich, a bit more mature than you would have expected from someone at most a year or two your senior, but then it sounds like maybe she's practiced speaking? Maybe she's in one of those 'communications' courses that includes lessons on public speaking.\n\n"And you must be Saya. It's really nice to meet you, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," you reply, trying to smile naturally and not seem nervous.\n\n"Oh, not at all, I always like to show up fairly early and look over everything on the menu before my date gets here, perhaps ask a few questions of the staff," she replies, eyes closing and head tilting a bit as she smiles at you again. "Just one of my little foibles."\n\nOh. Right. The dominance thing. Liam said she'd probably even want to order for you, it sounds like she's really into being completely on top of the situation. ... But... but does she have to be? Maybe she's just testing you or something! Maybe she really wants someone just as strong-willed as her. Or... maybe even moreso! Should you take a chance? Or... well, should you follow Liam's advice?\n\n<hr>\n[[Let Saya order for you.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Order for yourself.|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[Order for Saya.|GwynSaya1x2]]

Your head cleared of the haze of alcohol by the shock and dismay, you slump beneath the pressure of Saya's toes and the ball of her foot. "... okay," you practically whimper. Clearly this is your punishment for thinking things were going so well.\n\n"Good." Looking more smug than ever, Saya steps back and moves to get down off the bed, seeming now completely confident in her effective nudity rather than merely shyly seductive like before. She shows no hesitation about bending over in front of you, displaying her bare ass and pussy as she rummages for something in a drawer, even humming and wiggling her hips at you in what you highly suspect is mocking teasing considering the state she's put you in. Despite your now humiliated surge of arousal at the display, which includes glimpses of her pucker and that perfect round ass of hers framed by the garters, your cock refuses to react in its little pink prison, even as she walks back over and leans down, breasts pressing around your entraped prick and balls as she holds out a box wrapped up like a present for a small girl, complete with pink cartoon ponies dancing across the shiny surface. "Now, I thought something like this might happen, which is why I had my little device handy, as well as this. This is your first mission, scum," she continues, smirking at you as she moves her shoulders, grinding her tits against your enclosed cock and making you squirm more at the feel of them against your lap. "At noon tomorrow, you'll open it, and follow the instructions on the note inside. If you don't, well, I might just decide to throw the key to that lock into the trash." Then she stands, pulling away from you and turning to the side, pointing to the door. "Now get dressed and get out, worm."\n\nShamefacedly, you stand, unable to help using your hands to cover your pink-entrapped prick as you shuffle over to the pile of your clothes, feeling vulnerable and demeaned as you bend over to start picking them up.\n\n"Ah-ah. Leave the underwear." \n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless nod meekly and leave your boxers where they are, instead stepping into your pants and pulling them up to do them. The fabric against your bare ass and enclosed cock just constantly reminds you of the situation you're in, making you squirm and flush as you get into the rest of your clothes and walk out the door carrying your pretty pink punishment package, head and shoulders slumped. The entire walk back to where you parked your truck, you can feel the interior of your pants rubbing against your bare ass and the cage, constantly reminding you that they're there, the same for the drive back to your dorm. When you arrive, you hurriedly hide the box behind your back when you notice Allen's there and at his computer.\n\n"Oh, hey dude, how'd the date go?" he asks distractedly.\n\n"Um. Y'know. Fine," you murmur, edging over to your own desk and sitting down, trying not to blush like mad as you quickly tuck the package into a drawer.\n\n"Ah, well, plenty of fish in the sea, all that," he answers, apparently assuming you struck out as he continues with what he's doing.\n\nIf only that was all that had happened, you think glumly as you begin trying to focus on using your own computer, doing your best to seem nonchalant. Obviously you're going to have to wait for Allen to go to bed before you can change, which means waiting him out, and continuing to act normal while very aware of your lack of underwear and caged cock. Actually, won't that be how the entire week will be? Dammit!\n\nHe takes quite awhile to turn in too, and even then you wait until you're certain he's asleep before hurriedly changing into your pajama pants and a sleeping shirt. Of course it's still not a lot better... every little move and shift still makes you acutely aware of the metal enclosure around your dick, and you have a long, fitful night with short spurts of sleep, each time dreaming of Saya's naked body, her smile sweet and cruel as she repeatedly robs you of your manhood in various fantastical ways. By the time you actually feel rested enough to get up, it's past eleven, and you glumly dress and head out to the dining hall, getting lunch while trying to act normal, somehow paranoid that the people going about their lives around you will somehow sense the chastity device hidden under your clothes. When you return to the room, it's almost noon (with Allen nowhere in sight, luckily), so with a heart full of trepidation you pull out the wrapped package, tearing the paper and opening it up. Inside is an envelope, a plastic dispensor tube, and a clear plastic case... containing a pink bullet vibrator and battery case.\n\nYour sense of doom growing, you open the envelope and pull out the card inside. Dang, Saya really does like to be prepared, it's done up like a fancy party invitation and everything! The embossed text reads 'You will put this in and keep it in until midnight. You will go out to dinner at a busy restaurant. If you don't, I will know. -Mistress' You lower your gaze from the note, to the tube (which, you have to figure, must be lube), and then at the vibrator. She's not starting out small, is she?\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|GwynSaya1x4]]\n\n[[Toss it.|GwynSaya]]

Hey, when you came to college, you decided you were gonna change everything! And that means being confident! You pick up the menu and try to look coolly assessing as you look it over rather quickly, practically sensing the approach of the waiter.\n\n"And have you decided what you'll be having this evening?" he asks with a Customer Service Smile.\n\n"Yes, I will have the eight ounce sirloin, rare, and the lady will have the chicken club salad," you answer evenly, holding the menu out to him as if that were that. You smile over at Saya, then have to fight not to go pale. Her face has completely lost all of the sunny good humor it had earlier, replaced by a blank mask and a flat stare, her blue-purple eyes cold.\n\n"Ah... fine choices, sir. Ma'am?" the waiter asks, trying to keep the Customer Service Smile in place as he looks at Saya.\n\nAnd suddenly she's all bright smiles and twinkling eyes again as she nods at him. "Certainly, that sounds lovely!"\n\nYou feel even more relieved than the waiter looks as he collects her menu and walks off. Saya must just have been surprised by your take-charge attitude. In fact she looks positively thrilled as she leans forward and places one of her hands over yours, the touch sending a bit of an excited thrill through you.\n\n"That is so <i>classic</i>, ordering for your date," she coos, giving your hand a light squeeze. "That sort of strong manly behavior had practically died out, but there you are, whisking me off my feet with it!"\n\n"Well, I mean, just doing what came natural," you reply, doing your best to continue seeming easygoing while also trying to not literally puff out your chest at the praise.\n\n"I'd love to see what you'll select from the drink list, too," she almost gushes, holding out the smaller faux leather folding menu. "I bet a strong man like you will pick out an equally strong drink, right?"\n\nOh. Uh. Well, when she puts it like that, you're confident enough to try getting away with anything! So you give her your best Bond Smile as you accept the drink menu and skim over it. Okay, wine is what you usually pick, right? But wait, that's not really that strong or manly? Mixed drinks? But what if you screwed up and picked a girly one? Okay, they have a big craft beer section, since you know she read it you'll just pick something with a high ABV, and order her a cider, girls like sweet fruity things that are pretty weak, right? When the waiter comes back, you're extremely relieved when he actually doesn't card you, instead just once more commending your choice and going off to the bar, while Saya rubs your hand and gazes adoringly at you.\n\nOver the rest of the dinner the two of you continue to talk, Saya sipping at her cider as you do your best to take strong, manly pulls of the 'trippel' you ordered, which isn't easy without pulling a face but comes more naturally around your second one. It seems like Saya is just super easy to talk to, her seemingly everflowing praise making you more and more comfortable with telling her about yourself, especially since absolutely everything you tell her seems to make you more manly and powerful and, you're thinking, virile in her eyes. Certainly by the time the check comes, she's relocated to your side of the table and is practically snuggled up against you, one of her hands rubbing up and down your thigh as she murmurs to you how wonderful a time she's having and she wishes it didn't have to end just because dinner was over. You have the truly take-charge idea to suggest the two of you continue your night somewhere more private, which seems to cause Saya to remember she lives nearby, and of course you could come over with her. Her forearm nudges against yours as she shifts slightly, and you find your hand sliding onto her thigh, brushing over the lacy tops of her stockings, and half-reflexively moving upward a bit, your thumb slipping along the trail of a garter... and your fingers finding nothing but warm, soft skin, and then slight slickness.\n\n"Yes, let's go to your place," you tell her, smiling at how thoroughly in charge of this situation you are.\n\nThe two of you walk about a block to some nearby four-story buildings, and into the one Saya indicates, with you leading the way to her apartment somehow, you're not sure, but you feel certain that you are from the way she's walking slightly behind you hugged up to your arm. Inside is a mostly open floorplan apartment, but quite large and well-appointed. Saya smiles at you, and of course you kiss her. You're not sure how you decided, it was like there was a bit of light pressure here and there along your side to urge you and then you were leaning in and her lips were on yours. But the sheer passion and desire in her kiss has adrenaline coursing through your veins and your cock throbbingly hard in your pants, leaving you gasping out an almost moan as she steps back, blushing shyly.\n\n"You know... there's this technique I heard about," she says in a shy whisper, glancing away. "I always wanted to try it, but my <i>last</i> boyfriend was such a wimp that he practically ran away whenever I suggested it."\n\nWell her <i>new</i> boyfriend is no wimp! "I'd be interested, though," you declare, and you're pretty sure your voice has gotten deeper.\n\n"Mm, good. Why don't you get undressed and lay down on the bed, then?" she suggests, eyes twinkling. "I'm going to get what I need and... get a little more comfortable too."\n\nFlushing (though you're sure that's totally fine, everything seems totally fine), you nod and head over towards the bed. You're definitely not drunk at all, just confident, though these buttons sure have gotten harder to work since a few hours ago. But soon you're out of your clothes and turning to flop back on the bed, your long, slender cock jutting up over your belly. You just lay there for a moment, brain pleasantly foggy with... obviously not drunkness because you are a strong manly dude who constantly enjoys strong manly drinks, but anticipation, yeah that's it, anticipation. You raise your head at the sound of bare footfalls on the hardwood floor, your cock giving a twitch at the sight of Saya naked, save for her garter belt and stockings, her full breasts jiggling lightly with her steps due to the position she's holding a metal bowl in. She gives a long sigh of obvious desire at the sight of your naked body, making you twitch again and a pleasant shiver run through you as she moves onto the bed, straddling your legs and setting the bowl aside, then moving to wrap a hand around your shaft. You can't help but jump a little at how cold it is, despite how good the touch feels... her hands definitely weren't that cold back in the restaurant!\n\n"It's called the 'snow and lava' technique," she purrs at you as she continues stroking, making you squirm as her other, equally cold hand moves to fondle your balls. "I use ice to gradually make you go soft and shrink a bit... and then I warm you back up," she continues, leaning forward and placing her hot, hot mouth briefly against your skin, flicking her tongue over it before sitting up, that fully sultry smile in place. "And you'll be bigger and harder than ever before~."\n\nOh yes, you definitely want to be bigger and harder for you. ... For her. Bigger and harder for her. You nod, your eyes glazed with lust and desire and a feeling of power as she coos softly at you, continuing to stroke her hands over you, occasionally pausing to press them over the sides of the bowl to cool them again. Eventually she starts pressing them to or even sticking them in the ice cubes in the bowl itself, so that her hands send cool rivulets of water streaming over your skin as she strokes and fondles you. Shivering both in pleasure and at the cold, you let your head sink back to rest on the mattress and your eyes close, your breathing shuddery as she continues her work, even occasionally bringing an ice cube out to run it up and down your slowly shrinking shaft. It's such a strange, amazing sensation, your cock losing hardness and size but still getting stroked and fondled, a combination of slight numbness and heightened sensitivity at the same time at all her attentions, her pressings here and there over your crotch. And then suddenly you feel pressure all around your now soft, rather shrunken cock and balls... ah, did she put everything in her mouth?! Is this the 'warm up' part?\n\n<i>click</i>\n\n'Click?' you think dazedly, raising your head and looking down. Saya is on her hands and knees above you, her expression having shifted from the sultry, adoring one of earlier into something more befitting a smug cat. You look from her down to your cock, your eyes widening at the fact that both your shaft and balls are now encased in a device of brushed pink metal, one that holds your shaft folded down over the front of your balls, and the whole thing making it look quite small. To one side of it, apparently the source of the 'click', is a little heart-shaped lock. "W-wha?!"\n\n"You know, if you'd bothered to ask about <i>me</i> tonight instead of letting me goad you into yammering on about yourself, you might have found out that one of the fields of study I'm pursuing is medical device design. Which this isn't, quite, but some of the same principles still apply." She pushes herself up and stands looming above you, feet spread and braced, one hand on her elbow and the other on her chin as she smirks down at you, all traces of the worshipful attitude she had earlier having disappeared, even the faint drunken blush on her cheeks gone. "It can be worn for <i>very</i> extended periods without any risk of damage, and will completely prevent you from getting hard. It has almost no negative side effects... well, you will have to sit down to piss, like a girl." Her eyes twinkle with a much crueler glitter than the fawning one earlier. "And theoretically longterm wear can cause permanent shrinkage. Not sure about that, you might wind up being a good test subject."\n\n"S-Saya, what are you talking about?! Stop kidding around!" you blurt, grabbing at the little novelty-looking lock and yanking. It just looks like one of those pathetic ones like they put on cheap diaries, but nothing happens other than a tug on your caged prick.\n\n"Don't bother, it may look simple but all the important parts are made of titanium. I don't skimp on my tools, especially to punish bad little boys who think they're going to take charge over me." Throwing back her head and laughing derisively, she puts a stocking-clad foot on your chest and shoves you down against the mattress, shifting her hands to rest her fists on her hips as she smirks down at you again. "Now, I'm going to teach you your place. And that place is crawling at my feet like the little worm you are. So for the next week, you're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say. I'm going to degrade you, demean you, maybe even humiliate you publicly if I feel like, and if by next Friday I'm satisfied that you've internalized that your place is bowing in slavish obedience to everything with a pussy, <i>maybe</i> I'll feel like removing your cock cage. Understood?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Submit.|GwynSaya1x3]]\n\n[[Escape!|GwynSaya2x1]]

"I don't like this," Sailor Venus whispered, looking around the halls of the pyramid-like youma dimension they'd invaded, resisting the urge to rush between the pools of illumination provided by the smokeless torches burning on the walls.\n\n"This is where Sailor Mars's signal is coming from," Sailor Mercury murmured back, glancing at the other girl and then looking back to her computer. "We've no other choice if we want to rescue her from Anubilis."\n\n"We'll get her back for sure!" Sailor Moon declared, the other three giving nods of agreement.\n\n"This is it?" Sailor Jupiter asked once Mercury stopped in front of a door. Receiving a nod, the tall girl reared back and slammed a kick against the door, all four of them springing forward and posing dramatically.\n\n"In the name of the Moon, we've come for our-!" Sailor Moon started, only to squeak and blush at the sight in front of them.\n\nThere was a long line of some sort of racks, obviously Egyptian in aesthetic but otherwise thoroughly automated. Two of the racks were occupied by donkeys, braying and snorting as long, thick metal shafts pumped into their asses, their heavy balls twitching as they fired a seemingly endless supply of cum into the stroker-equipped pneumatic tubes sheathing their cocks. All four girls stared in shock at the strange, lewd sight, realizing there was no sign of Rei as well... until something creaked open above. All four had just enough time to reflexively look up at the sound before a deluge of pale, creamy slime splashed down onto them, soaking their bodies thoroughly and leaving their skirts soaked and white Senshi uniforms semi-transparent.\n\n"Gah!" Sailor Jupiter raised her hands and gave them a shake, goo flicking off her fingertips in long strands. "What is this stuff?!"\n\n"I think..." Sailor Venus sniffed, then made a face. "I am pretty sure this is cum." She glanced over at the machines, making an even deeper face. "Donkey cum."\n\n"Ewwwwww!" Sailor Moon squealed, dancing a little. "That is so gross! Get it off, get it off, I don't wanna be covered in donkhee-hawwww!" \n\nHer eyes widened, the other three looking at her. "Uh... what did you say, Usageee-hawwwwww!" Jupiter instantly clapped a hand against her mouth, then erked as that sent some of the jizz coating her gloves right past her lips and over her tongue. Before she could react she was gasping and hugging herself with both hands, shuddering as the front of her panties bulged beneath her plastered-down skirt. The others stared in shock as the bulge grew more and more distinct, stretching out beneath the hang of green cloth, until the lower part of her leotard suddenly burst open, spilling free her stiff donkey dick and balls, the long donkey tail lashing free in back and swaying above her gradually broader and furrier ass. "Hawwww! Hee-hawwww!" she blurted in alarm, ears already starting to grow and turn furry, face pushing outwards into a donkey shape.\n\n"N-no, Jupit-hawwwwww!" Venus cried, shuddering at the sound, and at the feeling of the pressure in her crotch and feeling of her own leotard starting to stretch. "Mercureee-hawwww, do sometheee-hawwww!"\n\n"I-I'm trying, I'm trying!" Mercury stammered back, tapping at her jizz-smeared computer with equally dripping gloved fingers, even as her ears grew longer and longer, her leotard barely containing her cock and balls as they grew faster and faster, her tail already having escaped through the leghole to flick around near her hip. "It's... it's getting hard to theee-hawww, theee-hawwwwww, think!" she forced through. "I... I think my intelligence is being drained, I can't... I'm gettheee-hawwwwng dumber, I-!" She gasped loudly as her cock finally tore through her leotard, spilling out and sending a spray of pre spattering through the air. Her eyes rolled up, her lips curling in a shameless smile. "And it feee-hawwwwls soooo goooood!"\n\nThe computer fell from Mercury's hand as she instead grabbed her cock two-fisted, starting to pump it while thrusting her hips into it, face now steadily pushing out into a muzzle as well. "Being dumb fee-hawwwls soooo goooood, I wanna be a brainless donkhee-hawwww!" she squealed in her steadily thicker and hoarser voice, fur already spreading across her body from the donkey traits she'd acquired.\n\nJupiter's head had already fully changed, leaving her braying and snorting mindlessly even as the rest of her remained largely female, leaving long, slender femining fingers to stroke her shuddering, spurting donkey dick as the change gradually spread down from her broadened, lengthened neck. Sailor Moon looked desperately at Venus, hoping that at least one of her friends was resisting the changes, only to find that the other blonde was already climbing into one of the racks of her own volition. "Hee-hawwwww, soooo gooood," she moaned out, shuddering as the mechanical arm moved the thick metal shaft into place and started pumping it relentlessly into her ass, her spread pink hole slowly growing thicker and darker. She slid her hands through the metal manacles in front of her, letting them click into place, her fingers rapidly starting to fuse below the restraints. "Milk mee-hawwwww, milk my big dumb donkheee-hawwww dick! HAWWWWW!" she brayed happily as the sleeve slid into place over her prick, sheathing it all the way to the balls, the stroker setting to work with its inexorable, unwavering pumping motion.\n\nLooking back and forth in a panic between the other two, Usagi saw that both were almost completely transformed. Jupiter was on all fours, completely a donkey save for her lower arms and legs, which were changing as the fur spread down along them, for the moment her fingernails still painted a vibrant green as she made her way on all fours towards another of the stalls. Mercury was changed entirely as well, save for the blue of her eyes and the pink pussy nestled between her thick black asshole and heavy, dangling donkey balls. But as Usagi saw the light of sentience fade out of those eyes, they darkened to a deep brown, and as the donkey turned to make its way towards the racks, that pink pussy sealed up to become a wrinkled black taint.\n\n"I'm... I'm still fine," Sailor Moon murmured, shuddering even as she felt the burning beginnings of the transformation lurking inside her body, coating every inch of her along with the donkey seed soaking her skin and hair. "I... I can resist the change, I can still save them all!"\n\n"You could," boomed a deep, masculine voice from every shadow in the room, making her jump. "Perhaps you could, at that. Use your power to burn out the transformation that even now thunders in your veins. Even reset the world to undo the changes to the others. That is within your power, yes?" The voice went quiet, before a booming chuckle preceded the next words. "And then tomorrow, you'd have to get up and do it all over again. And again, and again, and again. Always struggling, always fighting. On and on, forever. ... Or..."\n\nA light snapped on, highlighting the next empty stall as its pneumatic arms moved the dildo-arm and suction tube into place. "You can get in. You can let your mind leech away into empty animal bliss, and experience the same pure, orgasmic joy the others did. That they're experiencing constantly. Just give in, Sailor Moon. Take off your silly little costume, slide your hands and feet into the manacles, thrust your hips to fuck yourself against the stimulator, and prepare for an eternity of pure, mindless climaxes."\n\n"No... no... I... I..." Sailor Moon stammered. "I couldn't... I could never...!"\n\nThirty seconds later, her Senshi uniform was scattered in a line towards the stall, and her hands and feet were sliding through the manacles. She moaned softly and eagerly at feeling them click into place, then cried out joyfully as the huge metal vibrator slid into her ass and began to pump away with all its mechanical precision. "Yes, yes, fuck my brains out, fuck me, fuck me into a stupid donkey!" she moaned, thrusting her hips back eagerly against it. "Make me a donkey! Hee-haw, hee-hawwww!" she brayed, even before the first strand of fur began to sprout from her ears.\n\n<b>Anubilis</b> end - <i>Donkey milk factory</i>

Smirking wider, you snap your fingers, the soft crack of sound ringing through the hallway. Really, all you wanted was to bring her to the edge, to let her know she'd already sacrificed all her principles in desperation to avoid her fate, before you went ahead and sealed said fate.\n\n"Noooooo!" Rei wails, even as her back arches and her hips lurch forward as her crotch begins to bulge. She twists and writhes as the long, thick shaft grows outward and the bulge beneath starts to swell and grow fur, her legs flexing and twisting in place on the floor and making the thick equine cock wag in the air as it grows longer and longer. "Nooooo, no plea-hawwwww!" she brays as her face starts pushing out into a muzzle shape, ears starting to elongate and grow fur. "Not a donkhee-hawwww, not a donkheeeee-hawww!" she continues to wail, tossing her head around as her thick dark hair starts to shorten and spread down her back, turning bristly and stiff.\n\nChuckling, you snap your fingers to release her bonds, Rei instantly flopping forward onto the ground from her struggles, her new fully-formed donkey dick pressed down against the floor with her tits around it. She gasps loudly, quickly scrambling to get up, but by the time she's on her knees, she's already wrapped both hands around it and is starting to pump wildly. Tears stream down her already half equine face, voice thick and ridiculous as she cries, "Noooo, it fee-hawwwwls so goooood, nooooo, hawwww, hee-hawwwww!" Her eyes roll as she pumps herself faster and faster, hips jerking to try and fuck into her hands as fur spreads down from her ears and across her head, spreading over her body. "No... no... yeeeeees!" she suddenly wails, lips curling along her muzzle into a shameless smile, broad animal tongue lolling out. "Yeeees, hee-haw, hee-haw, the dumber I get the better it feels! More dumb! More dumb! Take away brain! Take away brain so donkey can cum! Hee-hawwww! Hee-hawwwww!"\n\nOf course you don't have to do anything further but watch, Rei's tits shrinking in against her chest as it's covered in grey fur, her legs shifting, toenails thickening and merging together as they cap her changed feet in hooves. Her new tufted-tipped tail flicks back and forth behind her as she raises up onto all fours, fingers merging together as they too are capped with hooves. She shakes her thick equine flanks in the air, showing off her pucker as it grows thicker and turns black, taint bulging where it runs uninterrupted down to her hairy donkey balls. Her inane babble grows less and less understandable, mostly a mixture of "Dumb good! Donkey want dumb, donkey cum!" along with ever more authentic brays as her voice turns thicker, hoarser, more animal. As his barrel expands, the donkey tosses its head and brays louder, its hip-thrusts slapping its cock against its belly and chest, until finally it lets out a long, utterly animal bray and begins firing long ropes of cum through the air to splatter all over the floor, some of it joining the puddle the other donkey made.\n\nYou chuckle softly as you eye the pair. They're virtually identical, with no immediate identifiers to tell which animal was originally Mai, and which one was Rei. All for the best... what good would stripping them of identity and self be if you left identifying marks? Still, you've rather enjoyed making this pair...\n\n... maybe you should make quite a few more donkeys, hm?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HLSenshi26xEnd2]]

"I mean... what about Mister Tendo?" you suggest slowly.\n\n"M-my dad?!" Akane splutters.\n\n"Well we could count on him not to tell, right?" you answer with a wince. "Besides, he's got a pretty good incentive to do it... I can't marry you if I'm dead or turned into a frog or something."\n\nAkane opens and closes her mouth several times, obviously not sure where to start on several of the things in that statement. "But... my daddy," she whispers in an almost whining tone.\n\n"Geez, it's not like I wanna," you grumble, rubbing the back of your neck. "But what else am I gonna do?"\n\nAkane looks torn for long moments, before finally sighing and letting her head and shoulders slump. "No, I guess you're right. There's really nothing else to do. I... maybe I should come along?" she asks. "I mean, if I tell him, he'd have to believe you and understand how serious it is, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She should come.|FRanX]]\n\n[[She should stay away.|FRanX]]

The door to the Menagerie is actually a portal, much like the one in the mission room that leads to the capture areas. The Menagerie itself is set up as a nature preserve on a planet orbiting the gas giant, with a single small facility situated on it for you to come and go from your residence, and to venture out into the Menagerie itself. This is the area you've designed to hold your captures via the FurRay, as well as a handful of other NPC creatures you've tossed in for fun, both of the four-legged and two-legged variety.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/Hiipmbp.jpg?1>\n\nA glance out the window shows nothing in particular directly outside at the moment, but then your transformed captures do have a whole planet to roam in their semi-mindless furry state. But all of them have tracking devices, so you can always summon a shuttle to take you to them, or use remote drones to take a look at what they're doing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Visit a resident.|Capture-MenVisit]]\n\n[[Observe a resident.|Capture-MenWatch]]\n\n[[Go back to the hab.|Capture-HabArea]]

Lana quickly clambers up on top of you, knees on either side of your body, and leans forward, a hand slipping between her legs to move you into position. Of course her tits dangle right in your face as she does, practically mesmerizing you as you stare at the teardrop-shaped mounds and the puffy pink nipples capping them.\n\nShe mmfs a bit as she feels the pointed purple rubber tip of the condom slip in before you do, but then slides herself down around you slowly, her long, low moan providing a contrast to your sudden cry. Soon she's slid all the way down on you, sitting back and upright. Panting, you bring your hands up to grip her hips, squeezing a bit, but doing nothing more... it looks like she wants to be in control, and for the first time you can remember you're perfectly happy to let someone else call the shots. Resting her hands lightly on your forearms and smiling down at you, she begins slowly bobbing up and down.\n\nIt's slow at first, barely moving, but soon she's bouncing up and down wildly, unable to help herself from riding your cock for all it's worth. She gives full-throated cries as she slams herself down, rising up over at least half your cock every time. You gasp and grunt, not sure how you're holding back now, especially with the way she looks up on top of you, her face sweaty and flushed, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure, her tits bouncing energetically.\n\nFinally you can't take it anymore, and you yank down on her hips hard, shoving your own up against her as you start spurting a truly backed-up load into the condom's reservoir. Either your sudden assertiveness or the swelling inside her is enough to push her over the edge, and Lana screams out... well, honestly, you could more accurately call it a howl.\n\nShe slumps forward against your chest, sweat-slick breasts pressing against you with every hard breath. She turns her head and the two of you do your best to devour each other with a kiss. Finally, though, she wiggles her hips and manages to roll off of you, your cock slipping out of her, the liquid-filled purple balloon at the end of the condom dragging your mostly-hard cock down to thump wetly against your belly. Both of you laugh a little as you look at it, and after a moment Lana carefully drags it off, tying a knot in the end and tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan.\n\n"Did you buy more of those?" you ask with a grin, turning your head to look at her as she snuggles up to your side, her head on your chest.\n\n"Mm, I bought literally a hundred. I may have gone a little overboard," she answers with a happy giggle, turning her head up to kiss your chin before settling it back on your chest again. Both of you are quiet for a time, before she speaks without looking up, tone tentative. "Jace? We don't have to do anything, but do you mind if I... change?"\n\n<hr>\n[[If she wants to.|JaceWar1x15]]\n\n[[Prefer she stay human.|JaceWar]]

You blink a little, surprised. "To your werewolf form, you mean? Any reason why?"\n\nShe shakes her head, then hesitates. "Well. Yes and no. I guess part of it is that I haven't in two weeks now, and it feels... I don't know, the closest way I know to describe it is 'itchy'. It'll get worse the closer we get to the full moon, when I'll have to, so I'd rather release it now. Especially after that... really good other release." She blushes just a little, kissing your chest. Then she rests her chin where she just kissed, looking up at you with worried blue eyes. "I guess I'm also wondering if you're okay with it. I know how you feel about... nonhumans... and at the end of the day, that's still what I am. I want to know if you can accept that."\n\nYou don't want to insult her by making it seem you're just breezing by with an easy answer. So you actually consider, but only for a moment. Then you rest your hand on her cheek and tilt her head up, kissing her gently. "Do whatever you want, love."\n\nShe looks like she wants to squeal, and she actually squirms around against you, her ass wiggling a bit... you think she must be having the extreme urge to wag her tail. Of course, a moment later you get confirmation of that as you 5'6" little redheaded human is replaced by a 7'1" werewolf, and you can hear her tail thumping against the mattress before you actually see it. You finally take a look into her eyes this way, and find that they're the same brilliant blue you've come to long for. When you look away from them and down along her russet-furred body, you don't see a monster anymore... you just see the woman you love, who happens to be a werewolf.\n\nYou notice your cock is throbbing and back at full hardness again. Though honestly, the fact that you felt Lana's breasts expand from a C-cup to an I-cup right against your side might have something to do with that. You lean in to kiss her again, feeling her relax even further against your side as you do. *thmpthmpthmpthmp!* Her tongue's bigger and a bit broader now, but that doesn't stop you from swirling yours around it like before. Breaking the kiss, you nudge her over onto her back before turning and rising from the bed. "Where'd you leave the rest of the condoms?"\n\n"I think I dropped them in the hall," she answers sheepishly.\n\nSnorting good-naturedly, you head out into the hall, finding the expected trail of clothes, though this time it looks like they might have been literally torn off her body. You also find a dropped plastic bag with boxes tumbled out of it, and one box further along, actually ripped open and "bleeding" a string of differently-colored condoms.\n\nBoth amused and flattered by her obvious eagerness, you pick up the torn box of condoms and pull off one of the squares yourself. This one's actually gold. As you look at it, you can't help but snicker as you think of a few days ago, when Lana actually convinced you to sit down and watch a movie with her.\n\n<hr>\n\n[["Suit up."|JaceWar1x16]]

Glancing briefly at the instructions on the back of the box just to be safe (the portion that's still intact, anyway), you apply the gold condom rather more quickly but far less enjoyably than Lana did before. Padding back into the bedroom, you dump the box onto the bedside table before clambering onto the bed, copying Lana's earlier motion by settling between her legs.\n\n"Jace, you really don't have to do this," she insists, though there's not a lot of strength to her protest. "You don't have to force yourself I mean, this is kind of a big step and ooooooo!"\n\nThat last, of course, is as you slide your rubber-sheathed cock back into her. You try to go as slowly as she did when she was settling down onto you, but can't quite manage it, instead pushing fully into her in only a few seconds. She's not as tight as she was as a human, but you can feel her squeezing around you much more strongly, practically sucking you inside her. You actually have to put some effort into it to pull back even a little and then thrust back in, making her give a soft, huffing moan.\n\nYou lean forward, resting your body against hers. The size difference between the two of you is actually greater by almost double than when she's human, so you wind up with your head resting on the upper slopes of her large fuzzy breasts. Her fur is thick and soft against your bare skin, and you actually take a moment to just lay there on top of her enjoying how nice it feels.\n\nYou begin pumping, slowly at first, almost more distracted by the feel of her large wolflike body underneath you than her squeezing sex. But now you're enjoying both as you begin thrusting faster, her legs and arms both wrapping around you. Your head is actually pulled partly between her tits, and you realize you could easily get it completely engulfed by them. As you start pumping down into her faster and faster, listening to her slightly more barklike cries and moans, you notice an extra sensation. Her tail, now down against the bed, is still sweeping back and forth wildly, tickling your swinging balls each time.\n\nSoon you hear her give a cry of release, a much more literal howl this time that you're fairly certain rattles the windows. Her pussy clamps down on you so strongly that it almost borders between pleasure and pain. You gasp out into her tits, shoving in as hard as you can, your balls pressing to her fuzzy taint as you fill the second condom's reservoir.\n\nEventually Lana flops her limbs out limply on the bed, her tits heaving on either side of your head as she tries to catch your breath, soft fur over firm flesh rubbing against your cheeks. You push yourself up onto your hands, trying to catch your breath yourself... you were almost pleasantly smothered, there.\n\n"You are... amazing, and I love you," Lana murmurs breathlessly, her smile just as winning on her now somewhat wolfish face.\n\n"Love you too," you murmur, straightening up and pulling out of her, the filled condom tip wobbling back and forth like a pendulum. "Shall we fill a few more of these?"\n\nShe laughs, which you're pretty sure is a yes.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue until you fall asleep.|JaceWar1x17]]

Mm. Actually you think you could have a lot more fun making the boys into your loyal, stiff-dicked servants. It might eventually break your little act, but you weren't planning to keep it up forever anyway. You continue chatting away casually with the group as you focus on both boys' sexual thoughts, gradually ramping them up, adding layers of realism, slipping in new kinks or ramping things up just a bit more extreme over time.\n\nGradually both of them start to look flushed, their hard cocks straining at their pants. At first they shift and try to hide it, instead doing their best to focus on the conversation and talking about haunted houses and stories of the supernatural, both supposedly real and fictional. But as you continue urging their, well, urges on, gradually the topics shift to the sexual aspects of the movies, with a little help from you... girls with large, bouncing breasts fleeing monsters through the woods, getting raped by trees, being twisted into BDSM-styled monsters. You fight down a smirk as Leslie's thoughts gradually turn from worries about you to mild alarm at the boys getting more and more openly aroused, shifting as the talk goes on from trying to sit hiding their erections, to sitting with their legs spread and the bulges in full view, to eventually brazenly rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants in an effort to relieve the ache. \n\nThe desire in the room is so thick you could almost literally drink it, and metaphysically you are. Your nipples are stiff, drilling against the thin fabric of Cyan's shirt, and your pussy has grown wet again, your already previously soaked panties clinging to you even more as you shift in place. Leslie, as concerned as she is, seems to be reacting similarly to all the raw teenage lust in the air, a flush on her cheeks and her own nipples hard beneath her tanktop.\n\n"Y'know what, guys," you say, shifting a bit in place and deliberately jutting out your chest, instantly drawing their eyes. "This makes me think of something else..."\n\n<hr>\n[["Ever heard of 'futanari'?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Isn't lesbian rape hot?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Do you think dumb people have better orgasms?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["How about you both fuck me?"|GGHH]]\n\n[["Remember the cannibal cook scenes?"|GGHH]]

"I think that's all for now." You stand up, heading back over to your bags. "You may feel comfortable going nude, but since we don't want the police called on us..."\n\n"Hey, wait." Lana stands up and trots after you. "What about you? You got to ask me questions about my life, don't I get to ask you about yours?"\n\nYou freeze, in the process of pulling some old shorts out of the bag. You've never shared the details of your life with anyone... not even with the other hunters you've briefly allied with.\n\n"Fair's fair." She smiles, though it fades as she notices your expression. More quietly, she adds, "It wasn't easy for me to tell you some of that, either."\n\nSlowly, you nod, straightening up and passing her the shorts. "You're right. Fair's fair. Just... let's wait until after breakfast."\n\nAfter scrambled eggs, potatos, and tortillas, the two of you find a shady place to sit well away from well-traveled thoroughfares. Gradually managing to open up, you tell her about all of it... the demon that killed your parents in front of you, the years spent bouncing from relative to relative afterwards, running away to vent your hate on the things that had killed them. Learning to fight, learning to craft the weapons you'd need. You even manage to tell her about some of the more memorable fights you've had, and failures you've faced.\n\nTowards the end of it, she leans against your side, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I know I said fair was fair, but... that was so much."\n\nAfter almost a full minute of silence, you lean your cheek against the top of her head. "It's fine." \n\nIt's a cliche to say that you'd feel better after opening up, but... you feel better after opening up. \n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|JaceWar1x11]]

"I'm thinking a different sort of farm animal," you announce, sending a little nudge into the energy bloating Jupiter's belly before starting to pull it free. Jupiter's cries are already going more strident, the jerking and twitching of her body more urgent as you do, the liquid mass in her belly starting to jiggle and wobble of its own accord.\n\nShe gasps loudly as your tentacle pulls free of her mouth. "A-aaaa! What's happeneeeeeighng?!" she yowls, part of the word coming out in a distinctly less human tone than the rest. She tosses her head, crying out in mixed confusion and pleasure as her face starts to elongate, pushing out into a muzzle as her hair lengthens, the ponytail staying closer to the bottom as her hair turns green. As the swelling in her belly shrinks, the rest of her body trembles and shifts, muscles growing larger and more obvious, tits getting bigger by the moment... as well as a distinct bulge growing below the hem of her skirt. She continues to toss her head and cry out, each cry sounding a little bit more like a whinny as white and purple hide starts to cover her skin. Her boots burst to shreds as her feet contort into glossy green hooves, followed closely by the rest of her Senshi uniform being torn to shreds as her tits burst free and her cock pushes its way through the remnants of her panties, dangling free and heavy, pink and growing more equine all the time where it extends from her white and purple sheath, heavy balls dangling down between her steadily more muscular legs and increasingly toned ass. \n\nShe sucks in a hard breath, her stomach tightening (literally, into an obvious six-pack even beneath the white horsehide), and she lets out a long, purely animal whinny as her head finishes taking an almost entirely equine shape, though there's still some suggestion of anthropomorphism there. Her sclera turn black, the green of her eyes taking on an unearthly groan as she stamps a hoof on the floor and snorts, a tail of long, silky green strands sprouting from above her taut ass. You release her as the last of her transformation settles in, her muscles still twitching as she stands upright and gives another snort, nostrils flaring, broad-tipped cock giving a slight jerk and dripping a splatter of pre onto the floor. While she might have been described as "Amazonian" before, the word truly applies now... better than seven feet tall, every muscle powerful and defined, tits high, proud globes, cock a gently-swaying pillar of virility. She's covered in mostly white horsehide, though it's smeared with yokai purple like a palamino, save for her Jupiter-green mane and tale. She stomps a hoof again, making her hefty balls and enormous cock sway. "Mmmm. That is a lot better," he rumbles, her voice still recognizable but rather deeper.\n\n"Amoozing," Milky Mars groans with desire, tweaking her now freed nipples.\n\n"Very nice," you add in a coo. "Welcome to the family... ah...?"\n\n"Jupi-... no... Zeus Stallion," the new yokai says with another snort and flair of her nostrils, reaching down and giving his massive equine prick a few strokes. "I like that."\n\n"Let's hope you're responsible for the destruction of just as many pretty young maidens," you answer with a snicker.\n\n"But right moo all I want him to destroy is this pussy," Milky Mars purrs, turning around and leaning forward, tits and udder hanging down heavily as she shakes her fat ass at her former friend and now sibling.\n\nZeus Stallion nickers happily, quickly stepping forward and grabbing at Milky Mars's yielding hips with her big hands. With a whinny that fills the warehouse, he shoves forward, stuffing the entire massive length into her in a single thrust, Milky bellowing an orgasmic moo to mingle with it, both sounds completely indistinguishable from an animal's. Zeus begins pounding forward, fucking his sister at a full gallop, snorting and huffing as her balls swing forward to slap against the other yokai's udder. Milky lows repeatedly, rocking herself back against her sibling's thrusts, her generous ass slapping against the powerful hips resoundingly, nipples and teats spurting out streams of milk almost every time that flared cockhead slams home inside her.\n\nYou watch your offspring coupling with pride, a hand working over one of your perky rubber tits while the other fondles your stiff rubber folds. Still playing with yourself, you open your backpod and stretch out a handful of tentacles. One winds its way under Zeus's green tail, and then thrusts between those toned asscheeks, deep into her tight asshole above the base of those swaying balls. She throws back her head and lets out a loud whinny, and when she does you stuff another thick tentacle down her throat. This time, however, she begins working it with her broad, agile tongue with a will, sucking it hard, just as Milky does when you stuff a tentacle in her mouth as well. You wind tentacles around their bodies, caressing and stroking and stimulating them, rubbing balls, sucking nipples, stroking backs. The two are soon in a completely frenzied animal fuck-haze in the coils of your stimulating tendrils, all thought and sentience briefly driven from their glowing eyes and replaced only by an animal need to breed.\n\nYou pull the tentacles out of their mouths just in time for Zeus to give a long whinny and Milky an equally long moo as he begins pumping her pussy full of demonic cum. Milky's nipples and udders spray milk all over the warehouse floor, enough to create a small pond as she bucks and twists in orgasm, both of them continuing to give animalistic grunts and huffs even as they finish off. After a few moments you retract your tentacles, and Zeus Stallion pulls out, his cock flopping down to sway around her kjnees for the moment, Milky Mars standing up and turning to face you as well, both of them once more instantly all business.\n\n"Obviously we should go after Mercury now," Milky Mars asserts, licking her lips. "Once we have her, taking the other two down will be easy."\n\n"Mmmm, I can't wait to rape her," Zeus Stallion groans happily, cock giving a light twitch but otherwise staying in control. "Make her scream and cry and beg... for more, obviously," he adds with a chuckle, her glowing eyes dancing expressively. "I wonder what sort of yokai she'll be?"\n\n"She won't be any kind if we don't figure out the best way to go at her," you point out with a flip of one hand.\n\n"Right now, she's probably at home, on her computer. In about half an hour she'll be deep in research and completely flat-footed," Zeus notes as his cock slowly starts to retract into her sheath, until the fat white opening has swallowed it completely. "We could go right at her, bust right in... she might have time to change, but that just means she'll be wearing her Sailor Slut uniform when I pound her into submission with my cock."\n\n"Mm, brother-sister's very sexy desires aside, I say we just repeat what we did to Mookoto," Milky counters. "You saw how well it worked, I can distract her, Zeus Stallion can come up behind her, and while she's still reeling and trying to figure out what to moo, you can grab her from above. She'll be mooaning her soul out in under an hour from now!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to Zeus.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Listen to Milky.|HLSenshi]]

"You distract her. The sight of you ought to give her a good shock," you reply, Milky Mars giggling and nodding as you fling a pair of tentacles up to the shipping container, hauling yourself up to it and then pulling the door mostly closed behind you.\n\nYou watch as Sailor Jupiter walks into the room, indeed already transformed as Milky Mars predicted, her little green pleated skirt flouncing a bit as she walks. You watch her round the corner and then come to a dead stop, her jaw dropping as she spots your offspring posed seductively, one hand on her curvy hip and the other gently caressing her udder, urging little droplets of milk from her teats to spatter on the floor. "Hello, Mookoto," she coos happily, glowing red eyes smoldering.\n\n"R-Rei?! What the hell happened to you?!"\n\nYou burst out of the container, flinging tendrils down to grab up Sailor Jupiter's wrists and ankles, the surprised Senshi yelping as you yank her hands above her head and together, forcing her to bend forward with her legs spread, pantied ass jutting back out in the air. You force her to lift up on the balls of her feet where she has practically no leverage, leaving her wiggling and thrashing futilely. "The same thing that's going to happen to you!" you chirp exultantly.\n\n"There there, Mookoto, don't be worried," Milky Mars says sweetly as she steps forward, tits and udder wobbling as she leans forward to stroke the Senshi's cheek. "You're going to enjoy being a yokai! Once Moother has transformed you, you won't even be able to remember ever wanting to be anything else!"\n\n"N-no! Rei-chan, you have to fight this! Sailor Mars!" Jupiter tries, putting some snap into her voice. "Remember your duty to our Princess!"\n\n"The way I see it, my moo-ty is to make sure she's strong, powerful, and happy," Milky Mars answers with a smile, standing upright with another wobble of all her udders. "And she'll be all of those things and moo-re as a yokai. Shall we get started, Moother?"\n\n"Certainly!" You extend another tendril from your backpod, the long black rubber thing wiggling a bit as it moves towards Sailor Jupiter's face. She defiantly presses her lips together and turns her head away... until you use another tendril to whip her on her exposed, panty-hugged ass, making her yelp. The moment she does you shove the tendril into her mouth, working it back and forth, her cries of protest muffled as it works its way down her throat. The length of it outside her lips wriggles and writhes as you thrust it back and forth, working it deeper each time, Jupiter's body twitching and jerking as she feels more and more of it sliding down inside her and bulging her throat.\n\nOnly once the end of the tentacle is firmly lodged in her stomach do you stop, extending six more tendrils from your back and opening their tips up into suckers. They quickly slide over Milky Mars's nipples and teats, the cow yokai closing her eyes and letting her shiny red lips part in pleasure. "Mmmmmoooooooo," she moans, starting to rub at the sides of her tits and udder in turn, urging more thick yokai energy milk out of them.\n\nMakoto's eyes widen as the first bulge of milk in the tube approaches her lips, actually pressing against them for a moment like a dog's knot before it shoves inside, the magical girl jerking as her throat is bulged up more by the thick wad of liquid energy being passed through the tube. As more and more of it is pumped inside her, transferred from her moaning, demon-corrupted friend, through you and into her. Her stomach gradually begins to bulge, the thin white material hugging it stretching more and more as she looks as if she were progressing through a pregnancy in a matter of minutes. It takes about fifteen minutes, in fact, for her to hit the equivalent of nine months pregnant... when she hits something closer to eleven, the stretched white material of her Senshi uniform splits open, spilling her wobbling, milk-filled belly free as the Sailor Senshi gags and trembles, her eyes rolled up in her head and the crotch of her uniform soaked to transparency, juices running down her strong thighs.\n\n"Mmmm, look at her cumming from all that milk being poured into her, Moother," Milky Mars coos, panting eagerly, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. "You're giving her so moo-ch!"\n\n"We want her to be a very powerful yokai, don't we?" you respond, smirking as the captive Senshi twitches in orgasm again, her wobbling water balloon of a belly actually starting to glow purple with all the liquid yokai energy filling it. "But I think that's almoo-, er, almost enough."\n\n"What do you think we should turn her inmoo?" Milky Mars asks, shaking her big ass a bit as her own arousal streaks down into the cowhide covering her legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Another cow.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Different livestock.|HLSenshi10x2]]\n\n[[A rape-beast.|HLSenshi]]

You can't help but chuckle a little as you get up and head down the hall. The little one-story ranch style house had been foreclosed on about two weeks before the two of you got there, and a little creative editing of the bank's records means that it's currently not showing up on their records. (You'll put it back before you leave. If you remember.) The owners took most of their possessions, but left almost all of the furniture, luckily including a queen-sized bed.\n\nAs you strip out of your clothes, however, you grow just a little pensive. You've actually never done this before. Since the first few years of puberty you haven't even really thought about it that much... sex was too often just another weapon to the enemy, something coarse and crude that they wanted to use against you. You hadn't actually thought about it in years other than the faint, almost instinctive sense of distraction every so often on seeing the nude female form. But in the last week you've really thought of little else other than the fact that you wanted to grab Lana and just take her.\n\nYou flop onto your back on the bed, your hard cock wobbling around in the air before settling against your stomach. You reach down to give it a few light strokes... at least she won't be disappointed there, you're fairly certain. (Girls like it bigger, right? You seem to remember guys in school saying that, you're pretty sure.) You've never actually measured, but an eyeball measurement and a practiced eye for distance says you're about ten and a half inches long. You don't think you were quite that big before... must be the person who inspired it.\n\nContinuing to lightly stroke yourself, your thoughts turning to the much more pleasant subject of your redheaded... well... girlfriend... you almost jump in shock when she bursts into the room naked. You're given less than a second to silently berate yourself for your moment of distraction and vulnerability before you're distracted and disarmed by her leaping up onto the bed between your legs. "Got 'em!" she chirps excitedly, bringing the square package up to her mouth and tearing it open with her teeth.\n\nYou're about to ask if she knows what she's doing when she demonstrates that she apparently does. Slipping the purple disk over the tip of your cock, she strokes her hand down over it, rolling it along the head. You shiver a little bit, then outright moan as she leans down and starts using her mouth instead. You can feel the heat and pressure of her mouth despite not actually feeling the wetness, as the tightness of the condom squeezes around you. You remember said kids in school disdainfully saying you couldn't feel anything with a condom... well, you've got nothing to compare it to, so maybe that's why it feels plenty fan-fucking-tastic.\n\nShe continues using her mouth to push the condom further down, her hand sliding up to smooth it out and make sure it's fitting properly every time she bobs her head back up. You grit your teeth and force yourself to hold back, putting your considerable mental will into fighting back the urge to just cum into the condom right there, especially when you feel the tightness of her throat around you. When she finally yanks herself upright with a happy gasp, you can't help but ask, "Where... did you learn that?"\n\n"Didn't, completely improvised," she answers cheerfully, her voice just a little husky from having your cock down her throat.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do you believe that? Oh, who cares.|JaceWar1x14]]

"So do I have any... powers, or...?" You raise your hands and wiggle your fingers by way of demonstration.\n\nHera snickers. "Yeah, pretty much all vampires have a couple of powers. So far all the ones I've sired have had at least two, hypnotic eyes and at least some ability to shapeshift. So you'll probably have those, but you might... probably will, even... have at least one or two other powers and abilities. Maybe even ones that I don't!"\n\n"Huh." You blink. "What powers do you have?"\n\n"That would be telling, wouldn't it?" She snickers, tapping a fingertip against her lip. "It's more fun to find out as we go along, don't you think?"\n\n"I... guess?"\n\n"Anyway, aside from that, you're pretty much immune to environmental factors... heat, cold, rain, wind, that sort of stuff. You also have almost as complete control over your body as you want." She giggles some as she leans in, running a hand down your belly until her fingers stroke over the front of your hairless crotch, brushing over the root of your shaft. "So you can get hard when you want... or soft when you want, if that's a thing you'd like."\n\n"M-mmf." You shiver a little, cock twitching and rising some. "But... I... I can feel myself reacting to you..."\n\n"That's because you're just letting your body do what it wants." Still smirking, Hera wraps her hand around your shaft and strokes it gently, urging it to full hardness. "If you wanted, you could go soft right now, or completely ignore the feeling of what I'm doing." She flicks her tongue over your ear... then steps back, grinning and licking her fingertips as well. "Things like breathing or blinking too. You don't really have to, but you probably will a lot of the time without thinking. But you can stop if you feel like, it's sort of just like holding your fingers straight or curled, once you do it you don't need to think about it."\n\n"... Hunh." You make the attempt, urging your cock to go soft, and then stopping breathing. Both really are about as easy as she said.\n\n"Add to that the sensory stuff... seeing in pitch black, heat sense, improved senses of smell, hearing, taste. You're stronger, faster... how much varies vampire to vampire, you'll find out as you go. Some get stronger with age, some get weaker, some first one then the other as they go. It's all a little up in the air," she continues, flicking her hands about above her head. "So that's probably the best answer I can give you, 'wait and see'."\n\n<hr>\n[[How long was I out?|GwynVamp1x5a]]\n\n[[Why me?|GwynVamp1x5b]]\n\n[[Are you really...?|GwynVamp1x5c]]\n\n[[Why aren't I mad at you?|GwynVamp1x5d]]\n\n[[What are my weaknesses?|GwynVamp1x5e]]\n\n[[That's all I can think of.|GwynVamp1x6]]

You have no idea where you'd go, and besides, you're afraid you'd just make her even angrier if you ran away. Sighing, you set the phone down, flopping onto your back. You feel too crappy to do much anyway. What happened? You've never felt like this before when you've used this ability.\n\nEventually, you hear the door ring. Faintly you hear your mother move to answer it, and her voice. "Oh! Baal, isn't it? It's been awhi-"\n\n"Luhdnum," Baal's voice interrupts your mother's, then, "Where's Jamie's room?"\n\n"Up the stairs and on the right, mistress," your mother's voice drones back, sounding flat and emotionless.\n\nYou blink at that, sitting up, and then sliding out of bed at the sound of Baal's boots on the stairs. She opens the door of your room and steps in, just looking at you for a moment with a raised eyebrow, then lifts a hand holding something that catches the light with a red glint.\n\nYou feel another yanking sensation like the one earlier, and suddenly find yourself feeling compressed and tight, and something warm pressing against you... Baal's fingers! You watch your body collapse to the floor, and turn to stare up at Baal's huge, smirking face. You're trapped in some kind of... gem! You can still see, and can even feel her fingers against the surface of the gem, though you're not sure how.\n\n"Silly boy, playing around with spirit spells. You went and loosened your spirit's grasp on your body pretty well, didn't you? And almost caused a bit of an incident with my sister's too, tsk tsk. I'm not going to just let you get away with that, you know. I think I'm going to make you earn your forgiveness."\n\nYou try to demand to know what she means, but, well, you can't exactly talk. Maybe she comprehends somehow, or just assumes, since she continues, "I'm going to take your soul back home with me, and see about putting you to some use. Once I think you've worked off your debt and learned your lesson, I'll put you back in your own body... or maybe even a better one. Until then, I can't exactly just carry you around in my purse, can I? No, I need to make sure you stay... close at hand and don't get lost."\n\nGrinning wickedly, she reaches down with her other hand and hauls up her skirt, revealing black lace panties with a rose design on the front. She brings you down, and you're left staring in shock as she shifts the crotch of those panties aside, baring smooth, pale pussylips that seem of immense size to you. And then you can feel them parting around your smooth outer surface, the heat and wetness starting to enclose you completely as her fingers push the soul gem you're in inside of her. You gradually lose sight of your room as you're pushed entirely inside, darkness enclosing you along with the warmth and slickness, Baal's pussy squeezing lightly around you every so often. You've often wondered what it would be like to be inside of her, but not like this! You can feel shifts and squeezes of the walls around you as Baal begins to move again, and the faint pulse of her body all around you, along with occasional squeezes of her cunt around your surface.\n\nHow long is she going to leave you in her pussy? What is she going to do with you after?! Fear shivers through you even as you find yourself being lulled by the sensual experience of actually being completely inside your boyhood crush's sex. Should you try to escape?\n\n<hr>\n[[Attempt escape.|QOBaal]]\n\n[[Relax.|QOBaal]]

Something about the urgency in her voice gets to you, so you concentrate and push out of Maya's body. Almost the moment you've stepped out of it, you feel a hard yanking sensation and instantly find yourself back in your own body, rather than standing in the hallway beside Maya. You sit up slowly, feeling dizzy and headachey, and a little queasy.\n\nIt's only a few seconds later that your phone rings. You groan a little and pick it up, hitting the answer button. "H-hello?"\n\n"Just stay where you are," Baal's voice answers, her tone flat and yet commanding. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Then she hangs up.\n\nYou bring the phone away from your head and stare at it. That... seemed a little ominous. Maybe it would be a good idea to <i>not</i> be here when she arrives...\n\n<hr>\n[[Run.|QOBaal3x1]]\n\n[[Stay.|QOBaal2x2]]

"Did you say... wife, earlier?" You blink slowly through the slight haze of pain. "I... saw your husband, though, your kids."\n\n"Leopold is a beard, I'm afraid," Alexa says, grinning wryly and giving an expansive shrug. "A kind and sweet enough beard. After the birth of my second child, Leopold and I had a calm, frank discussion about my actual preferences, and came to an agreement. He's free to do as he wishes as long as he keeps it sufficiently discrete... and one's family can be extremely discrete when one controls a fair portion of the news media."\n\n"Guessing he doesn't know about your 'side job'," you murmur. "Or Dr. Life?"\n\n"An astute observation," Alexa replies dryly.\n\n"Leopold came from a moderately rich family and married someone who was rapidly becoming the richest person in the country, there are a lot of things he doesn't care about," Dr. Life adds breezily as she continues to tap at her tablet and watch its display. "Alexa sought out a meeting with me for 'consultation' on an attempt to bring down the City Guard and a few of his superpowered hangers-on. We very quickly hit it off."\n\n"I do so love a keen mind and a deep desire to tame the world," Alexa practically purrs as she slips up against the black-haired woman's side, running her fingertips slowly down those toned abs. "And those are merely two of Maria's most attractive qualities. There was a spark between us from the very start, and it didn't take long for that spark to grow into a lightning bolt."\n\n"Mm." Dr. Life's gold-painted lips quirk into a grin as she bends briefly to kiss the other woman's cheek. "We're not married in any traditional or legal sense, but we are of the sort that shrug off society's conventions. We don't let the fact that we aren't able to stand in front of some arbitrary person and say 'I do' stop us from calling one another 'wife'."\n\n<hr>\n[[Why are you really doing all this?|FemPalV1x1a]]\n\n[[Why me?|FemPalV1x1b]]\n\n[[What do I do after?|FemPalV1x1c]]\n\n[[Who is Dr. Life?|FemPalV1x1d]]\n\n[[That's it.|FemPalV1x2]]

"No," he croaks almost immediately.\n\n"Jor, you <i>have to</i> tell them," you insist, leaning forward. "Not just because of the promise you made to me, for your own sake, goddammit. You can't keep doing this to them but more importantly you can't keep doing it to yourself! This is <i>killing you</i>," you hiss, seeing him jolt slightly in the near-darkness. "It's poisoning you inside, I can tell, and you can't keep living like you are."\n\n"... You know how Kovam is," Jor says after a moment. "He's manliness personified. He doesn't do... feelings, or talking about them, or... he'll just see me as weak. He'll laugh in my face," he mutters.\n\n"If he does I swear to fucking Christ that I will punch him in his brawny nose, but you still have to tell him," you urge. "Jor. It's time for you to start finding that guy you said you want to find, the one underneath the lechery and bravado and living down to everyone's expectations. And if Kovam won't help you find that guy, then fuck him, I will. I will stand by you, as long as you make the effort, as long as you try. Just... try. Okay?"\n\nWhen he doesn't answer you after awhile, you finally just stand and leave the room, returning to the one you share with Koliel. It's not until her worried fussing over you that you realize you've been crying for awhile now, but you assure her that it's just something private you had to work out with someone else. You sleep restlessly that night, worrying if leaving Jor in that dark, empty room with his heavy thoughts and a lot of sharp implements was the right thing to do. You worry all the way down to the breakfast table that morning, where you and the rest of the party sit, the others discussing their upcoming departure. You lift your head and turn it as an unfamiliar man approaches the table... and your jaw goes a bit slack.\n\n"Oh my, Jor, you're certainly looking dapper this morning," Koliel declares with a smile.\n\nJor raises a gloved hand to rub it over his shaved chin, his hair having been cropped to be almost shaved on the sides, eliminating the messy look from before, his face now clean, his clothing a little straighter, more of the buttons and clasps done properly than usual. "Thanks," he says, his whisky-rasp voice soft and even without any of the usual condescending leer of a tone he might usually use. He hesitates, then turns his head and clears his throat. "... Kovam."\n\n"Aye?" Kovam acknowledges with his mouth full, shoving some more of the thick-cut, half-cooked bacon the inn serves in his mouth.\n\nJor inhales through his nose and squares his shoulders a bit more, fixing his dark eyes on the big man. "Kovam. For more than three years I've stood beside you. We've faced danger and death together and saved each other's lives again and again." He starts to hesitate, then clearly pushes forward, as if not wanting to seem weak. "I have <i>more</i> than proven my worth and as your companion and as a fellow man of the blade, and I demand you give me the respect I'm due. No more introducing me to others as a 'back alley thug' or any bullshit like that!"\n\n"Aye, 'course, consider it done," Kovam grunts almost absently as he rises to his feet, slapping Jor on the upper arm companionably in passing.\n\n"... Buh?" Jor blinks a few times, looking over his shoulder after the other man, then looking even more shocked when Koliel rises and gently cups his jaw, kissing his cheek.\n\n"Some people just need to be asked, Jor," she says softly, giving him a warm smile. "Hello, it's nice to meet you," she adds, kissing his other cheek before heading for the exit as well.\n\n"Good on ya, lad, been waitin' for awhile," Hurgen grunts as he moves to give Jor a few firm pats on the back. "Was on the verge of sayin' somethin' myself, just never seemed the time. I'll ask yer apology for that someday, but for now, good on ya, good on ya indeed."\n\n"Uh... I..." Jor actually turns to watch Hurgen leave, then turns back towards you. "What... just happened?"\n\n"What just happened is 'I told you so'," you answer quietly, grinning at him.\n\n"... I..." He quickly raises a hand, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the corner of his eyes. "Uh, I..."\n\n"The really hard part is next, y'know," you note, standing and moving to copy Koliel's motion of kissing his cheek. "The part where you keep trying."\n\n"... Yeah." He sucks in a hard breath, straightening his back again. "Yeah. You're right. Thank you," he adds in a whisper.\n\nYou just pat his shoulder before heading out to do your own last-day shopping. You're not sure what you'll find that might help you survive fighting a dragon, but you figure one last cruise through the sales stalls won't hurt. Plus you figure Jor might need some time to get a handle on things.\n\nYou buy a few potions (one of Major Fire Resistance which sets you back a fair bit of the money Koliel gave you, but hey, seems a decent bet since no one's said what color the Great Wyrm is), but are getting ready to head back to the inn when you hear a croaking call of "You! The blue girl!"\n\nHalf on reflex you glance over and spot a fairly stereotypical crone wrapped in a brightly-colored woven cloak and black dress. Since a glance around reveals no conveniently blue nonhuman races, she must be referencing the dye in your hair, but all the same you point at yourself as you look at her.\n\n"Yes, you!" She points a long, knobby finger at you. "Great destiny wells up within you. Would you hear what I can read of it?"\n\n"Er... sorry, I've got friends waiting on me," you note, turning to go since this reeks more of 'small-time fair fortunetelling' than of anything else.\n\n"There is another you travel with, yes? One who holds his great destiny dear?" the crone calls as you start to walk off.\n\nThat makes you pause. If there's anything you've learned since you've joined the group, it's that Kovam holds his supposed destiny to achieve a kingdom of his own <i>very</i> dear. He's never said so in as many words, but you get the impression it's a big part of what kept him alive when he was being forced into pit fights and through all the dangers that came after. Even if this lady is selling complete bunkum... which you're now not so certain of... Kovam would be extremely hurt if he ever found out that you'd turned down a chance to hear more about his destiny as well as yours.\n\n<hr>\n[[Listen to what she has to say.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Blow it off.|GGMonk11x10]]

That little voice dies a very quick death as Toni pushes you over onto your back and moves to straddle your face, pink pussy and brown pussylips dripping with dog cum rubbing all over your lower face. Forgetting all thought of trying to escape, you bring your hands up to knead at her muscular ass as you start eagerly eating her out, gulping down as much of that thick, delicious animal seed as you can. You feel the other girl's six-pack pressing against your tits and her own tits rubbing your flat belly as she leans down and starts returning the favor, tongue jutting deep into your cunt and swirling over your clit. When you notice a set of paws approaching, you obligingly hold Toni's asscheeks spread, baring her pucker and leaving it vulnerable, and thus having a great view as thirteen inches of glistening, vein-marked red dog dick disappear into it. You moan sluttily into Toni's pussy as she squeals and yowls into yours from getting her ass fucked, the dog's fuzzy sack brushing and rubbing across your face as he thrusts.\n\nNot much later you're back on all fours, eagerly fucking yourself back and forth between a pair of dogs that have mounted up simultaneously, working yourself forward until one knot bumps against your lips, then back until the other knot smacks your pussylips. Shifting your eyes off to the side, you can see Andi with her long, curvy legs wrapped around one dog's middle, humping her hips up to meet the downward strokes of his cock. Her shoulders are against the grown, tits wobbling heavily atop her chest as she sucks at the cock of the dog standing above her head, the dog fucking her pussy licking and slurping at his brother's ass. You look over to the other side where Leslie and Max are entwined, tribbing hard and fast while face to face, occasionally swirling tongues or just making lewd sex faces at each other, each with one hand around the other and the other hand off to the side jerking dripping dog dicks.\n\n"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, give me puppies!"\n\n"Rape my ass! Rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Oh fuck, fuck, lick my pussy, I've always wanted you to lick my pussy, you fucking whore, god..."\n\nThe sounds and talk just gets dirtier, the pairings more perverse and creative, turning from dogs gangbanging teenage girls into a full-blown, no-holds-barred orgy. You see girls furiously frigging each other, and dogs mounting one another, thick thirteen-inch pricks sliding into fur-rimmed black assholes while identical glistening dog dicks bounce and spurt below. You soon find yourself between the hind legs of a dog rolled on his back, eagerly bobbing your head as you deepthroat his spearlike cock, one hand gripped around the bulge of his knot, the other pumping two fingers in and out of his ass. You lift your head with a gasp, then slip your fingers out and replace them with your tongue, the taste of the animal's hole thick and strong as you tonguefuck him, raising your hand up to stroke his cock quickly instead. After a few minutes you shift back to the earlier position, but this time you suck him all the way down to the knot and use three fingers to fuck his asshole, moaning eagerly as another dog mounts you from behind and drives his cock into your own ass.\n\nLater you're moaning around a different knot that's actually managed to force its way inside your mouth before inflating, your jaw aching pleasurably and a seemingly neverending flood of dog cum flowing down your throat. You're not even sure how you're breathing, but you don't care. You're too busy moaning around that twitching, pulsing canine cock as two other girls, one of them Leslie, work their entire hands in and out of your pussy and ass, getting them in well past the wrist at this point. Below you, Andi sucks on one of your tits and Max the other, both of them rubbing their clits as Andi gets licked by one of the dogs, Max by one of the other girls.\n\nAnd later still, you twine tongues with one of the dogs, your arms lovingly wrapped around his neck, kissing him as he's pounded up the ass by one of his identical brothers. He pants hotly against your skin, his tongue almost filling your mouth as you suck on it, then move to lick the drool off his muzzle. The dog atop him gives a low animal moan and shoves hard, tying with his duplicate and then swinging around to face away. You move to straddle the back of the dog you were kissing and lean forward, rubbing your sopping pussy and perky teenage tits against his fur as you start rimming the dog that's knotted him, one hand gripping around the base of his stub tail, the other reaching down to jerk the knotted dog off and help him spill his load all over the ground.\n\nSomewhere in all of it, deeper, masculine voices join the feminine cries that had filled the night.\n\n"That's right, bitch, take all of it, take it up your ass."\n\n"Worthless bitch, get your tongue deeper in my ass like a proper dog."\n\n"I'll give you puppies, alright, stupid bitch, I'll give you a hundred puppies."\n\nEverything sort of fades and blends together after awhile, perverse actions you could never have even imagined blending together into a long, interwoven tapestry of lesbian sex and bestiality. Your mind becomes further and further fogged until you don't even know what you're doing, you're just doing it. It doesn't even matter anymore whether you're fucking one of your friends or one of the strange unearthly dogs, it's all the same to you, it's just sex, just fucking, and you want more, more, forever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x8]]

Flushing and deciding that you definitely don't want your new boss to know you saw her like this, you carefully pull back and then scurry back to your room as fast as you can. Mix is already there and flopped out naked on the bed again, her skin looking slightly damp... maybe she woke up and couldn't sleep, so went out to take a brief rinse or something. You decide not to ask, since that would probably just result in her asking where you were when you came back. Crawling back into bed, you close your eyes and try not to dwell on what you saw, squirming a little under the covers. \n\nYou must have gotten back to sleep, because you find yourself being jolted awake by something very like a rooster's crow, except it's coming from the wall near your bed, as well as pretty much every other room in the dorm. You sit up, a bit headachey and scratchy-eyed from your late night excursion, but nevertheless manage to get out of bed and start getting dressed like Mix is. The clothes aren't quite a proper fit, but the jeans have a built-in belt and the tanktop stretches, and the flannel shirt's a flannel shirt, so.\n\n"Huh, you've got kitchen duty today," Mix comments as she glances at the wallscreen. "Fun, that means you get to stay inside in the climate control all day. Lucky. But that means you better hop to it and get over there now."\n\nHuh, that is pretty lucky, you guess, even as you scramble out of the room and down the hall to the main area, where the kitchen sits on the other side of a mess hall type area. There's already someone there, a rather devilish-looking woman who's nevertheless wearing just as 'housewife-y' clothes as Miss May, who starts directing you in getting things ready for the buffet outside, telling you how to prepare trays full of eggs and sliced meat with the autoprep unit. It's mostly a lot of pressing buttons and carrying things, and after that keeping an eye on supply and demand as people start filtering in and eating, some taking their time, others gulping their food down, apparently either out of desire or necessity to get started on their day. After that it's cleaning up, which again mostly involves button-pressing, wiping things down, and putting things away.\n\n"Well, I need to go attend to stock checks and ordering," the red-skinned woman says, spade-tipped tail flicking as she undoes her apron and hangs it up. "You just stay in here, dear. If any of the senior hands or supervisors come in, fix them anything they ask, if anyone else comes in, they get coffee or a sliced protein sandwich or veggie patty, alright? I'll see you again when it's time to start making lunch."\n\n"Yes ma'am," you acknowledge, since that seems the thing to say, watching her sashay out. You go about putting away the last of the plates from this morning, then almost jump out of your skin when you turn around and see Rakell standing near the kitchen table. What the fuck, how can she move that quietly in workboots?!\n\n"You okay?" she asks, blinking and tilting her head a little.\n\n"Uh, yeah, you just surprised me, is all," you reply, hoping she chalks up your nervousness to that and not anything else, though you suspect your cheeks and ears are a bit pink from how warm they feel.\n\n"Sorry, natural habit. Could I get a cup of coffee and my thermos filled too, please?" she asks, settling herself down at the table. "And a fried egg sandwich."\n\n"Y-yeah, sure, coming up." You turn to the cabinet where you thought you saw some thermoses and open it, spotting a metallic blue one with 'Rakell' in white letters down the side. You carry it over to the food prep unit and set it down, then program in the coffee and the sandwich, the mug dispensed from the slot, followed by a square wrapped in wax paper. Carrying them over to Rakell, you almost drop them the few remaining inches to the table when she speaks up again.\n\n"Enjoy the show last night?" she asks calmly, glancing up at you with those intense blue eyes.\n\n"Uh... I... ... show?" you ask lamely, cursing at yourself internally as something so stupid comes out of your mouth.\n\n"Nekkanians may be overly civilized service economy dwellers who are mostly spoiled academics, but our ears and noses are still top notch," she says, lips curling up in a faint smile as you turn red from collarbone to hairline at the realization that she not only knew you were there last night, but overheard you and Mix yesterday. She picks up her cup of coffee and sips at it, then asks you calmly, "May I ask what you intend to do or say about what you saw?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Absolutely nothing.|GGOri1x1]]\n\n[[Well, you might tell...|GGSR7x7]]

<b>August 1, 2018</b>\n* Cyan decides to go after [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] as her first Space Ranger assignment.\n<b>August 2, 2018</b>\n* More [[Commander Cobra|GGSR1x2]] shenanigans.\n* Cyan can also go after Doctor Ceratops on the same passage, either by herself or with Ydoncha.\n<b>August 3, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can tell Doctor Ceratops to "[[Freeze!|GGSR10x2]]"\n* Cyan can decide Shyn's idiotic idea [[is a great idea|GGSR6x10]].\n* Cyan decides to [[pass Rakell's door by|GGSR7x4]] while searching for Mix.\n<b>August 6, 2018</b>\n* Bumped Cyan's age up to sixteen, since her characterization pretty consistently trends towards an older teenager. Considering seventeen, undecided. Will correct references to age as I come across them. May do this with some of the other teen female options too, also undecided.\n* Cyan has a [[selectable job|GGSR5x2]] after going to City Sector 1851.\n<b>August 7, 2018</b>\n* Started work on the [[sales ads|GGDLStart]] on Devilist.\n* Demon Cyan can now elect to turn Leslie into a "[[Meat Forge|GGHH6x4]]".\n<b>August 8, 2018</b>\n* More "Meat Forge" stuff.\n<b>August 10, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now look through the [[Complete Bard|GGDDStart]] book in the library.\n* The Complete Wizard has been changed to The Complete Mage and now has several different archetypes available (to get to various bits of kinky fun faster). The previous Complete Wizard option is now the Apprentice archetype.\n* Cyan can now also elect to blackmail [[her father|GGParent3x2]] when she catches him dicking Karen in the cell phone store.\n<b>August 11, 2018</b>\n* More of dealing with Cyan blackmailing her dad.\n* Cyan can suggest she and Lymiel [[just hurry out|GGOri3x2]].\n<b>August 13, 2018</b>\n* Cyantaur can now [[offer her friends as tribute|GGCentaur5x6]] to Sleipnir.\n<b>August 14, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to try and [[get rid of|GGHH10x2]] demon!Leslie.\n* Took a slight break from Cyan to work on [[Jamie visiting his brother|QOFamStart]].\n<b>August 15, 2018</b>\n* More Jamie visiting his brother.\n<b>August 16, 2018</b>\n* Still taking a small break from Cyan. Decided to scrap the [[greatsword|MaleBarbarianStart]] path in the prop museum's weapon display for the time being. Besides being one of the oldest lingering passages in DW, I've never been able to work up that much enthusiasm for it. (Look, I admit, I'm just not that into "bara" humans.) It's been replaced by a [[longsword|PropMuseumWeapLowTech]] option (and I don't wanna hear about proper weapon classifications thank you).\n<b>August 17, 2018</b>\n* Demon Cyan can now [[continue her deception|GGHH16x2]] past saying goodnight to Leslie.\n<b>August 24, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can play the [[Twilight Sparkle|GGPorn3x4]] VR porn video.\n<b>August 27, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can pick the [[Bubblegum Pink|GGLing1x1]] lingerie as her gift.\n* Cyan can buy the [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] costume at Missus Mazorium's.\n<b>August 28, 2018</b>\n* More [[Doctor Deviant|GGMCE6x1]] stuff.\n* More [[Blood Wine|GGLing2x1]] lingerie fallout.\n<b>August 30, 2018</b>\n* More stuff of Cyan going to [[Oz|GGOzStart]].\n<b>August 31, 2018</b>\n* [[Anubilis stuff|HLSenshi14x2]].\n* [[Mall stuff|GGMallStart]].\n<b>September 1, 2018</b>\n* Moved the more comprehensive updates to the [[August Dev Diary|Aug2018DD]] page. From now on, I'll be making updates this way, then after each incremental the previous week's updates will be moved to the Dev Diary page for that month. Then, at the end of the month, for the public release, I'll list the highlights of the new writing. This should provide the proper mix of letting people keep up with what's new in each incremental, letting me yak about my progress, and not being too spammy in the updates.

Yes, something must be done, you think as you start mixing up pancake batter, frowning at nothing in particular as you spin the whisk, your large breasts jiggling lightly beneath your shirt. You can't have him stroking his stiff prick alone in his room day in and day out, you think to yourself, glancing up distractedly. Simplistic, repetitive, self-indulgent and lonely activities like that aren't good for a young mind! He needs...\n\n<hr>\n[[... something else to occupy his attention.|Marei]]\n\n[[... some female attention.|Marei1x4]]\n\n[[... some assistance.|Marei]]\n\n[[... something to make him stop being such a horny young boy.|Marei]]

Swallowing, you turn and head on down the hall and downstairs, having a care to step lightly and not make any noise that might alert him. May as well... let him finish in peace.\n\nWell, you think as you set to work in the kitchen, your ears burning. Your son masturbates. You suppose that shouldn't be some huge shock, he is a teenage boy after all. Somehow you can't shake the sense though that it's just wrong. A teenage boy shouldn't be sitting in his room jerking off, especially a good-looking, obviously gifted one like your son. Or at least that's what part of your brain keeps saying, nagging at you to <i>do</i> something so that he isn't sitting up there with his dick in his hand day in and day out.\n\n<hr>\n[[Do something.|Marei1x3]]\n\n[[Ignore it.|Marei14x1]]

Your adorable fifteen-year-old son Ken. (You and your husband couldn't decide between Kenneth and Kenshiro, eventually you compromised on just plain 'Ken'.) With short dark hair, he's average in most other ways, a little lanky and slightly on the shorter side. He does well enough in school, has a decent amount of friends who are mostly like him, and you're overall fairly content with his behavior and how he's been doing.\n\nSummer vacation has only just started one morning when you're walking down the hall, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and happen to hear something from his room. Blinking at the strange squeaking and bumping sounds, you move a bit closer to his door. Curious, you're already starting to lean in towards the slight crack of an opening in the door when a low moan reaches your ears. You almost instantly realize what must be happening, your face coloring bright red, but it's too late to pull away, reflex carrying your head the rest of the way in to put your eye to the crack.\n\nKen is indeed sitting on the edge of the bed, his pajama pants around his knees, his cock in one hand. He's... actually quite well-endowed, you can't help but notice, nothing porn star-like but, well, bigger than his father was. It's been a long time since you saw a cock at all, let alone one in the flesh, and for just a moment you can't help but stare, watching his hand slide up and down the slicked-up pole with quiet squelching noises that indicate he's using some sort of lube. When you find your eyes wandering almost hungrily to your own son's ballsack, you jerk back from the door and muffle your quick intake of breath with a hand.\n\n<hr>\n[[Burst in on him.|Marei]]\n\n[[Sneak away.|Marei1x2]]

You don't even remember actually impacting on the bunk, essentially falling asleep in midair. All you know is that when you awaken, feeling rather groggy, you're now bent over something... a table, you think? The metal is cold under your bare skin, and your arms are stretched out ahead of you. Your wrists are enclosed by... it's a sort of strange, staticy distortion that constantly seems to crackle silently. You seem to be completely naked, to judge by the touch of slightly cool air all over your body, your toes and the balls of your feet just barely able to brace on the floor below.\n\nLooking to the side, you see that there's another table nearby, and another naked man on top of it. Unlike you he's situated on his back, those staticy bands surrounding his middle, his head moving back and forth as if he too had only just begun to wake up. And beyond him... is that a Raptarran?! It looks like a large velociraptor straight out of Jurassic Park, its back marked by dark stripes on its dark green skin. It's grunting and moving in a motion that seems quite suggestive, but you can't see anything of what it's actually doing... from the height you think it's up on a table too, is it fucking another pirate?\n\nYou can hear what sounds like a door slide open behind you, and then footfalls that come with claws clicking on the metal floor. You turn your head to try and get a look at your captors, and feel a surge of fear roll through you as one is suddenly looming right over you, its body brushing yours as it leans in, its predatory face hewing right into view. It actually looks like it's smirking at you as it stares right into your eyes, making a few low hooting noises as it runs its foreclaws delicately down your naked side. You feel like a mouse whose gaze has been snared like a mouse being snared down by a snake. But when it raises its claw and you hear beeping from nearby you can't help but turn your head to look. It's working some sort of screen, the stark green outlines and text to one side of them changing every time it taps an arrow... and the entire time it's working you can feel something starting to poke at you, stiff and a bit slick, rubbing against your ass and nudging against your balls, making your eyes widen with the realization that it must be the alien's cock. It continues to scroll through the options until it stops on an outline that looks like a... is that a donkey?... and presses another control on the screen. You look back at the Raptarran, whose expression has broadened into an obvious, toothy smirk... right before it pushes its cock into your ass.\n\nYou cry out at the sudden penetration, the dinosauroid's long, inhuman cock spreading you open and pushing deep into you with a smooth, effortless motion on its part, as if this were something it had done countless times. It hoots and chirrs softly, almost mockingly above you as it begins moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, obviously enjoying the way you squirm and grit your teeth, little grunts and gasps escaping you despite your efforts to keep quiet. Its leathery sack thumps lightly against your softer one as if to remind you that you're getting fucked by a male, as if the thick, spearlike shaft pumping into your previously virgin hole weren't enough. You steal a glance to the side without thinking, finding that the other pirate is watching with wide eyes as you get fucked... and no doubt able to see how your cock has grown half-hard against your will, your body's natural reactions unable to ignore the growing pleasure of the alien's violation. You shudder a little in shock, your ass involuntarily squeezing down on the cock still slowly pumping into it, as another Raptarran steps between you and the other bed, barking and hooting at the one fucking you before handing over some sort of pistol-shaped device. The Raptarran pushes its cock deep inside you as it leans in, putting the 'barrel' to your arm and letting you see the little cylinder of faintly glowing fluid inside of it. As your eyes widen in realization and terror, it smirks wolfishly and pulls the trigger, sending a wave of heat rushing through your veins from the injection point as the cylinder slowly empties.\n\nDropping the emtpy injector gun aside like an empty soda can, the Raptarran grabs your hips with its clawed hands and begins fucking into you harder and faster, making you cry out louder with every thrust. But you can feel the heat spreading through your body now, a strange tension building in your muscles as you begin to change. As your face begins to lengthen and push out into a muzzle, your cries begin to alter as well, turning from human sounds of protest and unwanted pleasure into something more guttural, like an animal's braying. You can feel changes in your hands, your fingers curling and growing shorter, pressing together even as your limbs lengthen and thin. The Raptarran's hands spread as your ass grows, becoming large, broad flanks, a pressure at the base of your spine extending outward from above where the Raptarran is plunging its cock into you. Even your asshole feels like it's shifting around that throbbing spearlike cock, growing thicker and more muscular, engulfing it even as you accept it more easily than before. But all of that is eclipsed by the feeling of your cock! You can feel it growing more and more, getting bigger and thicker, your balls growing ever heavier and more full... the sensation of your cock growing until it can be measured in feet only increases your ashamed pleasure, making the steadily less human-shaped shaft grow harder with every thrust of the dinosaur dick into your thickened pucker.\n\nYou try to cry out a protest, a plea for mercy, anything to get them to stop, but all that comes out of your mouth is "Hee-hawwww! Hee-haw hee-hawwwwww!" Part of your brain is refusing to acknowledge what must be happening to you even as you can feel your ears growing longer, your skin tickling as it sprouts grayish-brown fur. The Raptarran pounding your ass begins thrusting harder, faster as you bray out in time with its thrusts, feeling something build up in you, until the alien gives a long yowl and you can feel a long, heavy rush of wet heat inside you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bray out a loud "HEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" as your long cock jerks in the air, spurting out an almost equally heavy load all over the floor, your equine prick twitching and jerking as you empty your balls.\n\nAs the Raptarran pulls out of you, you look around in a daze. To one side the other captive crewman you saw seems to be undergoing a similar transformation, albeit his newly quadrupedal legs are sticking up in the air, the fur sprouting over his body white with large black splotches, and you can just barely see his cock shrinking away, and something large and pink growing up on his belly. Several Raptarrans cluster in around the pirate, mostly hiding his ongoing transformation from your view as you turn your attention to staring in shock at your... hooves. You can't see much of your altered body, but just by the feel of things as you wiggle and shift, the little chuffs and brays that come out when you try to speak, it's obvious... you're a donkey now.\n\n"Hawwwww!" you bray in shock as another Raptarran moves up behind you and thrusts into your cum-lubed asshole, plunging its glistening red prick into your thick black donut of a pucker. Its thrusts feel almost smug as it fucks you, and once again you can't help but take pleasure from its violation, your balls quickly growing heavy and aching again, your fat donkey dick jolting and wobbling beneath you. Over the next little while several more Raptarrans fuck you, leaving you dazed in between with your cock drooping but not going limp and alien jizz dribbling down your wrinkly black taint and over your balls. Eventually you notice a group of them standing near your table, apparently conversing, and... snickering? The trilling noise they make kind of sounds like that, anyway. You're wondering what they're planning as one comes over and undoes your restraints, fastening some sort of collar around your neck. You try to resist, to turn and bolt, but your body barely twitches at your command, instead obeying the Raptarran's apparent order to turn and walk, your new hooves thunking on the metal floor.\n\nYou're being ordered to approach the other table, which now holds a fully grown female cow, its pussy spread open and dripping just as much cum as your ass must be. The table lowers even as you approach, settling closer to the floor, and you begin to have an idea of what the Raptarrans must intend only a moment before one gives a 'kwark!' noise, and you find yourself hefting your upper body upward, your hooves thunking down to either side of the cow's barrel on the table surface, your belly squashing its udder somewhat... and the flared head of your cock coming up to press against its already thoroughly-used bovine pussy. You stare down at the cow's face, seeing the eyes of the other crewman staring back at you in an equal amount of panic.\n\n"Hawwww, hee-hawwww!" you bray in an attempt at apology for what you know is coming next.\n\n"Mmmooooooo!" the transformed pirate bellows back.\n\nWhether that's an acceptance, condemnation, or a plea, you have no idea as one of the Raptarrans presses a button on a remote and you feel a shock from your collar. The jolt is enough to make your body lurch, and purely on reflex you drive forward, stuffing your long pink equine prick deep into the crewman-turned-cow's creampied cunt. Your new huge donkey dick is almost instantly buried in the hot, wet, squeezing confines of the transformed pirate's cowpussy, and the sheer amount of cock you can feel being pleasured by it makes your eyes roll in your head. You try just to pull out, but even that feeling of suction from the prone bovine's well-fucked passage proves too much, and with an ashamed "HAWWWWW!" you thrust back in. Soon you're plunging your prick into that hot bovine hole, raping your fellow transformation victim with just as much urgency as the Raptarrans fucked you, braying out your pleasure at the feel of the changed pirate's gooey animal cunt sheathing around you and your heavy equine balls slapping against its own thick pucker of an asshole. You feel ashamed that even the pirate-turned-bovine's moos are turning you on at this point, and that shame isn't lessened by the fact that you can feel that hot cow cunt squeezing and spasming around you as you let out a long, loud bray and start spilling your load deep inside of her.\n\nYou let out heavy, animal-like pants as you look down at the cow, who's staring up at you with glazed eyes, probably just as ashamed of having cum from getting fucked by a thick donkey dick as you are from raping a cum-covered cow cunt. Any thoughts of pulling out are halted, however, by one of the smirking Raptarrans stepping up behind you and pushing into your ass. "Hawwwww!" you bray as you feel the now-familiar sensation of a dinosaur dick sliding into your ass and starting to pump into you... and your mind begins to fog over with pleasure again, and you're soon thrusting desperately into the cow and back against the Raptarran, raping your fellow transformed pirate even as you're raped by your captors.\n\nWelcome to your new life.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypherAREnd3xEnd]]

"What else?" you sneer, raising your hands and bringing your fingers together as if to snap.\n\n"No, wait!" Rei blurts, lurching forward, her eyes wide. "I'll, I'll do anything! Just don't turn me into a mindless male animal! Anything but making me... turn into a donkey..." The last bit is said so quietly and desperately that it's not hard to guess that a lot of her fear stems from how Mai obviously enjoyed it, <i>wanted</i> it by partway through the process. The idea that she'll lose her identity, but more that she'll want to, clearly terrifies her.\n\n"Hm. Alright, well, tell me some of the things you'd do to avoid becoming a donkey," you say in a musing tone, parting your fingertips slightly.\n\n"I'll... I'll suck your cock!" she stammers, even opening her mouth and jutting out her tongue in demonstration. "I'll lick your balls, or... or your ass! Whatever you want! I'll ride you with my pussy, or my ass, whatever you want! I'll... I'll..." Her eyes are wild, her desperation obviously and quickly growing as she sees you seemingly unmoved. "I'll drink your piss?" she whimpers. "I'll fuck whatever you tell me to, or... or... just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"\n\n"Hmmm... and what about your friends?" you ask in a thoughtful tone. "Would you help me destroy them, of your own free will? Would you help me rape them, twist them, change them, and all of it without me ever making a single change to your mind or will?"\n\nRei's expression grows even more horrified, her face going pale. "W-what... I... I c-... I... please, no, I..."\n\nYou slowly bring your fingers back together, even making it clear that you're preparing for the snap.\n\n"WAIT!" she cries, lurching forward again, expression more desperate than ever.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|HLSenshi26x2]]\n\n[[Snap.|HLSenshi26xEnd1]]

You stop, your fingers still pressed firmly together. "Yes?"\n\n"I'll... I'll do it... I'll betray the others," she whimpers, slumping her head, tears sliding down her cheeks.\n\n"Of your own free will? With no influence of mine on your mind or conscience?"\n\n"... yes..."\n\n"No, girl, say it," you demand with a sneer. "Say the words, or you'll join your friend," you add, tilting your head towards the donkey now standing placidly in the hallway, its ears twitching as its mostly limp cock dangles beneath it, not yet having resheathed.\n\n"... I'll betray my friends of my own free will," Rei echoes miserably. "Without you influencing my mind or conscience."\n\n"Good." Smirking, you reach forward and press a fingertip to the top of her crotch, just below her belly, Rei yelping as she feels heat across her skin, a glowing set of markings appearing there.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/7oo9Ur0.png>\n\n"What's this?!" she yelps, obviously terrified it's the beginning of some transformation spell after all.\n\n"My mark. With this, I can work my magic on you anywhere, at any time. Oh, don't worry, as said, it won't affect your mind or will, no matter how much you want to convince yourself that's so. It will only allow me to carry out my threat of transforming you anytime, anywhere, as slowly or quickly as I want." You let the binds holding her dissipate. "Which I will do the moment you disobey me. You are, of course, free to disobey me at any time... at which point I will turn you into a donkey. Immediately. Or perhaps something even less intelligent and more ridiculous, like a cow, or a lizard." Smirking as she shudders at the thought, you add, "Do you understand?"\n\nRei slowly climbs to her feet, head lowered as she stares at the ground. "... yes..."\n\n"And the next time you forget to call me 'Master', I will do so immediately."\n\nShe winces at that, looking up at you and hastening to reply, her tone meek, "Yes, Master."\n\nPleased at how thoroughly you've cowed the proud, hotheaded Senshi, you snap your fingers, the donkey vanishing in a puff of smoke and the damaged portions of the area starting to fly back together. Rei jumps a little at the suddenness of it, but obviously doesn't dare to question you as you instead turn and walk back into her apartment. The repaired door closes after her seemingly of its own volition as you make your way to the bed, settling down on the side of it and flipping aside your loincloth, revealing your long, thick black cock, just barely having thickened and hardened. "Worship me with your mouth and hands, slave."\n\n"Yes, Master," Rei murmurs with a little sniffle, walking over and easing herself to her knees between your legs. Obviously barely resisting the urge to burst into tears from humiliation, she leans forward and drags her tongue along your shaft, sucking at it here and there with her red-painted lips as she goes. You resist the urge to become hard, leaving yourself mostly soft and pliable as she begins working you over with her hands as well, lifting your shaft up so she can fondle your balls and stroke you, slipping the very tip of your cockhead into her mouth and suckling gently. Let her take even more damage to her pride and ego from thinking she's not quite enough to get you hard without working for it.\n\nEventually she begins bobbing her head along your still mostly-soft shaft, doing her best to gulp down more of it and stuff it down her throat while her hands rub over your balls. She's clearly starting to put more and more effort into it, as if desperate to make you react, to get back at least a little of her self-worth as she shows that even if you've made her betray everything she is, she can still at least be a good cocksucker. Her tongue works ever more diligently against the underside of her shaft, and she begins to make low, eager, encouraging noises in her throat as she stuffs more of your cock down it, rolling her eyes up towards you almost pleadingly to see if there's any reaction. You keep your face an impassive mask, even as she presses her lips to the root of your prick, swallowing and gulping at you near-desperately.\n\n"I think I'll have you lick my ass for awhile now, slave," you announce in an almost bored tone, inwardly smirking at the sorrow in her eyes as she pulls her mouth back and off your prick, a soft cough sounding as your thick, limp dick slips out of her throat.\n\n"Yes, Master," she sniffles hoarsely, before leaning in, nuzzling her way under your balls and starting to tongue at your pucker, your heavy black-furred sack resting against her face as she licks your ass, yet again growing steadily more eager-to-please.\n\n"Now, while you're busy with that, I think I'll ponder how to have you betray your friends and destroy the other Sailor Senshi," you announce, enjoying the shudder of emotional pain that you can see go through her body at the statement almost as much as the feeling of her tongue pressing deeper into your ass at the same time. "What to do, what to do, how best to have Rei-chan decimate her dearest, closest acquaintances...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Lure them to their doom.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Sexually destroy them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Transform them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Straight-up murder them.|HLSenshi]]

You are a female between the ages of forty and fifty. You're probably pushing it just a bit even for a "cougar", but hey, you've done a lot more with your life by now than have a bunch of wild sex (probably). You've established yourself, already lived out a good portion of your life, and probably have a pretty good handle on things. Or at least you think you do.\n\n[[Irene|IreneStart]]: A 43-year-old scientist specializing in genetics and biology, but you've dabbled in most applied sciences. You've just ended a brief bit of contract work and are ready to seek new employment.

Your horror grows as the scene on the video unfolds. You can't believe your aunt would do something like this! That poor girl!\n\n"Find something interesting?"\n\nYou almost scream and definitely jump at those words from the doorway, bolting to your feet and whirling to face Aunt Kelly. She's standing in the center of the doorway, arms folded under her chest, a cool little smile playing around her lips.\n\n"My buyer called and canceled on me while I was on the way. Apparently decided he wanted a cheap Asian girl just boxed up and sent from Thailand. No one wants to pay for American effort and quality anymore... except Asians, amusingly enough, but it's such a pain in the butt to get the girls onto planes these days, especially if the buyer wants to see a selection to pick from."\n\nShe's obviously blocking the door, quite ready for you to make a run for it. As you realize that, an emotion begins bubbling in your chest, about to well up and burst out in a display of-\n\n<hr>\n[[Fear.|Camping]]\n\n[[Anger.|Camping]]

You have just proven your chops with plants, after all... why not prove that you can take your accomplishments there further? Besides, everyone needs oxygen, making more plants to make more of that is (generally) always a good idea.\n\nYou begin your preparations for a move to their facility in Brazil, a somewhat more involved task than most of the other potential relocations you were offered. So you're rather annoyed when, amidst all the work you're doing, you get an email from Eclipse Robotics that looks like it was automatically generated. Apparently they want to know if you've accepted their offer or not, and you have to wonder if anyone will even read your reply or if it's just going to be filtered for key words first.\n\n<hr>\n[[A simple and precise refusal.|GDA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snarky with friend computer.|GDB1x1]]

"I... guess you could have like an instant marriage to someone else?" you say slowly, looking over at her.\n\n"... Eh?" That seems to confuse her a bit, and she darts a glance over at you. "What do you mean?"\n\n"I mean... well, everyone, but definitely my brother, he's just kind of assuming that you'll marry him before he's even definitely asked you, right?" You squirm a little as she nods, eyes flitting towards you, her face saying she isn't quite convinced of where you're going. "It's a big part of why he lives like he does... the apartment, the car, all of it, instead of saving and living more cheaply. So like... what if you just showed up tomorrow married to someone else? Even flashing a wedding ring at him."\n\n"..." Slowly, Katrina's lips curl into a smile that you're not sure if you'd call 'wolfish' or 'wicked'. "Da. Da, my name is on the lease, which I can withdraw at any time if it changes... such as by marriage. He would know for certain that he will now never get his hands on my money if he saw the ring upon my finger, and a new husband at my side. Very good thinking, Jamie, very good." She's quiet for a few moments, then pulls the car into a parking lot and settles it into a space, turning it off before turning in her seat to look at you. "It should be you."\n\n"H-huh?" you squeak, eyes widening.\n\n"If I pick out any random fellow from the street, William will know I am only doing it to hurt him and the impact will be less. Plus this is risking punishing myself even if it is just for a day or two, da? But as I said... you are a good boy. And you are his brother. I have known you for years now... it is more plausible we could become lovers, and would be much more of a slap to his face."\n\n"But... I'm just a teenager...!" you protest, feeling a bit faint.\n\n"You had birthday recently at start of summer, da?" At your tentative nod, she smiles again. "You are legal age here in Deviville, I have reviewed local marriage laws previously in preparing for mine to William. You do not even need parental consent. I know a legal clerk at courthouse who will file the papers for us once I send him all the details, we can find a chapel and be married in time to have a late supper as man and wife."\n\n"Buh-buh-buh-buh..."\n\n"Help me with this, Jamie," she pleads in a firm tone, reaching over to take one of your hands and squeeze it. "You promised me, after all. And you will have nothing to fear with me as your bride, I swear it."\n\n<hr>\n[[O-okay.|QOBro5x2]]\n\n[[You... you can't!|QOBro5ax1]]

This is... definitely not how you imagined your marriage proposal going. Perhaps you're just an old-fashioned teenager, but among other things you pictured yourself doing the proposing. Still, maybe you're just overwhelmed, or maybe it's sitting this close to Katrina and seeing how pretty she is and smelling how good she smells and the fact that you've spent months being pissed off at your brother for betraying her, but you find yourself saying "Y-yeah... yeah, okay, I'll marry you."\n\n"Wonderful! Good!" Katrina beams. "We will go to mall after all, yes? It is not where I planned to do my marriage shopping but this will be a somewhat rushed engagement, hm?" Snickering, she guides the car into the mall parking lot. "I will tell your mother you are spending the night with your brother and myself, and your brother I am spending the night at a girlfriend's. Tomorrow, we will confront him, but for now..." She comes around the car once the two of you have gotten out, pulling her wallet out of her purse, then giving you several hundreds from it. "Here. Even if it is a quick wedding, you should still have nice pants and jacket. You go buy them, while I attend to other things. We will meet at this entrance."\n\nNodding dazedly, you head into the mall alongside your... well, your fiancee, whereupon she quickly departs on her own missions. You numbly head for the store that does suits and such things, almost immediately being pounced on by a salesman. "Hello there! What could I help you with?"\n\n"Um. Hi. I need a jacket and pants... for a wedding," you add a little lamely. You don't say that it's <i>your</i> wedding, since you're pretty sure that'd get you an odd look at the very least.\n\n"Oh, are you sure it wouldn't be better to go with a proper suit, or even a tuxedo...?" he asks, obviously hoping for a bigger commission.\n\n"N-no, it's sort of a spur-of-the-moment little wedding and it's happening tonight so I kind of need it as soon as possible," you manage to blurt in a rush.\n\n"Oh I seeeee, in that case let's find you a jacket and pants that are a close enough match and already sized close to properly, and a shirt and tie, and I'll get a rush on everything."\n\n"Th-thanks."\n\nA bit later you walk out of the store in your new attire, blushing and wondering if other people think you're weird for walking around the mall wearing a suit (well, jacket and pants with formal shirt and tie, as the salesman was very insistent about referring to the whole getup. Apparently if it's not all made together it's heresy or something to call it a suit.) You make your way back to the entrance, and actually aren't waiting that long before there's a call of "Jamie!" You turn and spot Katrina hurrying towards you... she's wearing the same white turtleneck, but has switched out the black slacks for a white full-length skirt that sways around with her every step. You blush more brightly as she grins and snags your hand, tugging you along. "Come, everything's ready. I've found a small chapel nearby with everything we need, and what they do not have, I have bought for us."\n\nAnd so that's how you find yourself, twenty minutes later, standing in front of a youngish man in robes who gives a short speech. You don't exactly have any vows prepared, and you doubt you'd be able to get through them if you did, so quite soon you and Katrina are slipping gold rings on each other's fingers and saying "I do." You don't even remember getting back in the car, but you find yourself on the road again. "Oh, um, where are we going now...?" you ask a little faintly.\n\n"To nicest hotel in town's honeymoon suite, of course," Katrina chirps, grinning at you brightly, but also with a bit of that wolf smirk in it. "Where else would I stay after getting married?"\n\n"O-oh." Your brain doesn't really know what to do that, so chooses to refuse processing it at all. Instead you just remain silent through the rest of the ride, and the check-in, and the elevator ride upstairs. The suite... is very big, and very nice, including a large area for entertaining and relaxing that even features a white piano. As Katrina excuses herself to pop into the restroom (which you bet is super fancy as well), you nervously take off your jacket and tie, mostly because they were starting to feel particularly stifling. For lack of anything better to do with them, you carefully drape them over the back of a chair. You're just trying to decide if it's okay to take off your shoes as well when you hear Katrina call "Jamie" again, this time more softly.\n\nYou turn, and your eyes widen at the sight. Katrina is standing framed in the bathroom door, smiling at you. The turtleneck and dress are gone... instead she's wearing nothing but lingerie. White, lacey, obviously bridal lingerie. The bra shows off her full breasts, pale pink nipples faintly visible through the mesh of the lace on the front of the cups, her cleavage lightly accented by some frills along the tops of the cups. Her waist is hugged by the frill-trimmed garter belt, the straps of it snipped to the translucent, lace-topped white stockings sheathing her legs. The white satin panties sit low on her hips, the folds of the cloth shifting a bit as she sashays towards you.\n\n"It is our wedding night, after all," she coos as she leans in to drape her arms around your shoulders, head coming in closer and closer, until her soft, glossed lips press to yours in a kiss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her back.|QOBro5x3]]\n\n[[Stand there in shock.|QOBro5bx1]]

You can't believe how turned on you are, watching your aunt completely dominate a previously unwilling teenage girl. You bite your lower lip as you watch your aunt continue to slap the girl's pussy and degrade her. Anissa (well, not anymore, you suppose) gradually stops shrieking and wailing and starts moaning and gasping like a slut, working her hips up towards your aunt's fingers as well as she's able when Kelly starts finger-fucking her.\n\nThe scene eventually changes to Aunt Kelly and Anissa, the teenager now mostly unbound but wearing a thick black leather dog collar, bent over and grasping her ankles. As your aunt begins taking a riding crop to the slave-in-training's ass and thighs, the girl gasping out at each strike like she loves it, you reach down and begin rubbing your pussy through the layers of denim and cotton covering it, one hand coming up to rub a stiff nipple through your t-shirt. But all too soon the video ends, and you quickly hurry to grab another.\n\nThis time you pick a bluray, hoping that means it will be longer, and pop it in. Stripping out of your clothes, you clamber up onto the bed and flop back against the pillows, the exhilerating wickedness of being naked in someone else's bed heightened by the soft feeling of the comforter and pillows under your bare body and the absolutely forbidden content of what you're watching. Snagging the remote, you find the 'Start from beginning' button and press it, then lay back, already rubbing your sodden pussy and playing with one breast.\n\nThis time you watch your aunt breaking a girl a bit younger than you, her breasts barely-budded A-cups and her hair short and dark, her cute face twisted in wails and cries as she's fucked doggy-style by a big German Shepherd. As Aunt Kelly calmly explains to 'bitch slut', the buyer that commissioned her kidnapping wants a complete doggy whore, so she'd better learn to love canine cock. You get yourself off over and over again as the little teen is taught exactly that, Kelly making her take big, throbbing, veiny red animal prick in every hole again and again until she's begging for more.\n\nYou lose track of time as you writhe around on your aunt's bed, pumping your fingers into your pussy and tweaking your stiff nipples as you watch her dominate teen girl after teen girl in the most perverted of ways. You've also lost track of the number of orgasms, but you're in the middle of one when you hear a throat being cleared from the doorway. You freeze, your eyes widening, fingers still stuffed deep in your cunt as you turn your head to see your aunt leaning her shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded and a bemused expression on her face.\n\n"I'm guessing you found something to enjoy while I was out finalizing the sale of my latest work." Aunt Kelly pushes off the doorframe and sashays over, sitting down on the side of the bed and leaning over towards you a bit. "Don't worry, dear, no reason to be ashamed." As if to assure you she means it, she leans down and swirls her tongue over one of your nipples, her eyes on your face as you moan deeply. "Mostly I'm curious, which part got you so worked up...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[The idea of being dominated by her.|Camping11x4]]\n\n[[The idea of dominating other girls.|Camping]]

The bin is full of large pill-looking candies, the sort that are probably somewhere between hard candies and jellybeans. Honestly you thought they stopped making those even before you were born, due to people fussing about them teaching kids that actual pills must be candy too. You carefully slide your hand under the lid and snag a couple of them, pulling your hand back without letting the lid drop too fast. Looks like you snagged a pair of pale blue ones. Grinning, you toss them in your mouth, congratulating yourself on the perfect crime.\n\nThe taste of the candy on your tongue sparks an immediate reaction... you can't even necessarily call it sour or tart or anything else, because it's gone too fast; meaning, the moment they hit your tongue you reflexively swallow hard and both pills go sliding down your throat. You cough a little, bringing a hand up to rub the front of your throat a little. What the heck was that?! You've never had a taste or food reaction like that before! Shit, you hope you're not allergic to some weird ingredient in them!\n\nThen your body jerks a little as your hips convulse all on their own. Shock and fear plays through you, mingled with an intense... arousal? As strange as it is, that's the only way to describe it, your pussy suddenly hotter and wetter than it's ever been seemingly in an instant, your lips plumping up and soaking your panties and through your jeans in a matter of seconds as you start cumming repeatedly. Your tongue lolls out, your body shuddering as you tremble helplessly at the sensations of heat and tension running through you. Your hips continue to thrust forward even as the crotch of your jeans darkens and spreads with the sheer amount of your pussy juice... and the front of your jeans begins to bulge, the denim stretching and pressing out. The zipper quickly gives up the fight, your panties snapping as a cock bursts free, thick and long and immediately spraying the air with long ropes of jizz, slinging it out to splatter to the tile floor.\n\nYour eyes roll up in your head as you begin mindlessly humping the air, completely overcome by the feeling of the battering, constant orgasms from both your pussy and your new prick. So overcome, in fact, that you barely notice as your shirt and jeans begin to grow baggy on you, fitting more and more poorly as your whole body begins to slowly, steadily shrink. All you can understand is that your huge cock and swollen, sodden cunt feel ever bigger and the sensations from them more powerful as they crash through your increasingly smaller body, your jeans dropping to the floor as your hips and legs grow too slender and small to support them, your pussy juices left to splatter to the tile and atop the pile of denim and torn panties as your shining pink pussy looks ever larger and more plump between your thighs.\n\nFinally the weight of your cock is too much for your tiny body, and you topple forward to sprawl on top of it, your fairylike legs forced to nearly do a splits around the fat, puffy lips of your gushing pussy. All you can do is mindlessly lick and rub at the top of your throbbing prick, even as you slide further and further down it, the immense shaft gradually becoming all you can see stretched out in front of you, as if it were miles of your own throbbing, cum-spurting flesh. You give one last soft gurgle of mindless pleasure as your now bug-sized body shrinks further and completely disappears into the pale, shuddering flesh between prick and pussy.\n\nYour entire senses are now taken up by being eighteen inches of shuddering, spasming, spurting cock with a sodden, swollen, slimy cunt at the base of it. You shudder and twitch as you lay on the floor, the spasms of constantly cumming settling down to a few small spurts, a puddle of girlcum behind you and various small puddles of jizz in front, with an empty pair of jeans and a t-shirt piled nearby atop discarded shoes and socks.\n\n"Well well well." You can't really hear without ears, but you still have the vaguest sense of a woman speaking and heels on the tile as someone approaches. It's just hard to process thinking about them through the sensations of your entire body being a constantly hot and ready to go cock and cunt. You shudder and give another spurt of creamy jizz as warm, perfect fingers wrap around you and easily lift you up, and a little bit of your consciousness is lost as a tongue flicks across your tip. "Don't you know, dear? It's important to follow instructions before taking medicine. Even little blue pills!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGCandy1axEnd]]

"Oh hey, just got an alert. Looks like my sim snagged another consciousness!"\n\n"Huh, where from?"\n\n"Who knows, could be a trespasser in the system. Or maybe it's that kid that went missing the other day after getting digitized, could be that one. Not like it really matters, looks like they wound up 'ghosted'."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, leave me out of talking about all the weird bad ends you've stuck in that simulation."\n\n"Still, kind of amusing if it was that kid... broke out of the digitizer storage probably hoping to preserve his identity and sense of self, wound up as a ghost with neither."\n\n"Uh-huh. So what're you gonna do with the data?"\n\n"Probably just let it integrate into the sim. It'll wind up in every run of the program from now on... getting defeated or lewding other players or NPCs. A soul trapped forever in my little RPG world."\n\n"Ever considered getting counseling for your God complex?"\n\n"It's really more of a Satan complex and I'm not sure they offer counseling for that."\n\n<b>Tifa Sim</b> end - <i>Ghost in the machine</i>

"Don't worry, boys," you announce with a giggle as you decide. "I'm about to make thinking with your dicks your lifelong occupation." Setting the Meat Forge into motion with your mind, you nudge both terrified teenagers closer to it.\n\nYou release the magical bonds the moment the Forge's tentacles seize both of them, the boys crying out and struggling as they're lifted into the air. Tentacles wind around their bodies, sliding under their clothes, their cries of horror and disgust tinged with gasps of shock as they're obviously fondled and teased. Then their clothes are torn away, cocks flopping loose and limp, Jack's toned, muscular body bared along with Kev's lean, scrawny one. Tentacles approach those limp shafts, then open wide at the tips, instantly swallowing both boys' pricks, their cries of mingled protest and unwilling pleasure catching in their throats as the undulating things start obviously pulsing and rippling as they suck. The tips of the tentacles begin to bulge as the trapped cocks inside them are forced to harden, the teens breathing hard and still faintly struggling in their bondage, bodies twitching and jerking. Jack gives a renewed cry as a tentacle pushes itself into his ass and begins pumping away, fucking him, the bulge of his cock inside the tentacle visibly twitching and throbbing as he starts shooting off inside of it. Kev, meanwhile, has his sack toyed with, tentacles coiling around it and stroking it, practically worshiping it, the scrawnier boy rolling his eyes as he's finessed into cumming by the monstrous thing that used to be his cute female friend.\n\nBoth are suddenly on the move again, the tentacles pulling them in closer to that pulsating, slime-dripping vaginal maw that is the Forge's entrance. Jack gives a scream as he's suddenly shoved forward, the sound cutting off as he's stuffed into it past the chest, his cries of terror muffled entirely. His body continues to wiggle and thrash as the throbbing entrance pulls him deeper and deeper inside, his arms gradually disappearing, his cock slipping inside as his hips are pulled in, his legs finally forced to stop kicking as they're pressed together and swallowed up as well, Kev watching his friend disappear into the eldritch horror of a pussy with wide, terrified eyes. And then it's his turn, his own scream cut off as his head is shoved inside as well, the tentacles giving his dick and balls a few last strokes before they're sucked into the dripping tunnel.\n\nYou settle in on the couch again to watch, casually stroking your cock once more as you watch. A few minutes later Jack and Kev reappear, each one sliding into one of the gestation chambers that used to be Leslie's tits. They're lightly curled up and apparently asleep, bodies unmoving and faces peaceful. You grin as you watch the slow changes begin to occur... the Meat Forge will take a few hours to alter them as opposed to the near instantaneous job you could do, but it requires none of your energy. Plus, you get a much better view of the show!\n\nKev's shoulders gradually grow broader, his muscles filling out and taking on definition. The hair on his arms, legs, and around his crotch all grows steadily darker and thicker, becoming more like a golden brown fur coat than the pale, fine smattering of body hair he had before. His now furry balls swell steadily larger, his cock longer and thicker as well, jutting up from the base where the fur has grown and thickened to take on a sheathlike appearance, the head of his cock shifting, becoming sleeker, a bit more inhuman. His feet twist and alter, toenails turning black and thickening, growing upward to cover his toes entirely with cloven hooves, furry legs further altering to make walking on said hooves easier. His face grows more angular, more masculine, that fine dusting of a beard at his chin thickening and spreading in precise lines up his face, becoming a completely natural and wickedly-shaped goatee. A pair of horns sprout from his head and steadily grow longer, thicker, more ridged, and curling up, over and to the sides of his head, around his ears which are taking on a distinct point, even as they turn a deep read color, which begins spreading across the rest of his skin.\n\nJack, meanwhile, seems to be turning a pale blue color. Just as Kev's scrawny body grew broader and more toned, Jack's shoulders shrink, taking on a gentle slope as the lines of his muscles smooth out, leaving him sleek and soft-looking as he grows more slender. His once relatively flat ass poiks out, turning pert and feminine as a long, thin, spade-tipped tail sprouts from above it, curling lightly around his body as he floats in the chamber. His cock, too, is growing, but only in length, staying relatively slender and losing any hint of wrinkles or veins, rendering it almost pretty, as smooth and sleek as a finely-maintained woman's leg. Speaking of which, all of his own body hair seems to be disappearing... from that around his crotch to his arms and legs, below the eyebrows he's becoming completely smooth. Though his chest stays perfectly flat, his nipples perk up, growing puffy and pert. His face gradually loses almost any trace of masculinity, becoming smooth and sleek and cute, retaining only the vaguest hints of androgyny to indicate otherwise. His hair grows longer, waving gently in the fluid of the gestation chamber, brushing against his ears as they come to points, and across the tips of the short nubs of horns that poke up from his forehead.\n\nAfter three hours or so, both begin moving gradually towards the nipple aperture of the chambers, which swells out as it disgorges them along with a rush of green liquid. You tch softly... you know that particular batch of liquid is probably devoid of energy, having poured it into the new incubi, but it still seems like such a waste. Both manage to catch themselves on their hands and knees, stiff cocks jutting below them as they cough and gasp, looking around with shocked faces.\n\n"What's... happening?" Kev manages, his voice a deep, smooth caress of the ears.\n\n"I feel so weird," Jack whimpers, his own voice sweet, cute, and easily mistaken for a girl's.\n\n"You're just disoriented as your demon energies finish consuming the last of your mortal souls, it will pass," you say genially from your position on the couch, unfolding your legs and spreading them a bit. "Try to focus on your future as an incubus. Kev... hmm, Kevahn... think about fucking your mother and your sister, their eyes rolling in their head as they cum and cum again from you pumping your demon seed into them. Jack... heh, Jakki... I want you to picture riding your father's cock, looking over your shoulder at him, watching his face and listening to his moans as he turns gay from his own son's ass swallowing his dick."\n\nThe imagery you suggest certainly does seem to help the new demons focus, Kevahn grinning wolfishly as he rises slowly to his feet, his movements predatory despite his goatlike appearance, red eyes hard and gleaming, while Jakki excitedly bounces to his feet, slender cock wobbling with the motion, black-scleraed yellow eyes glittering excitedly.\n\n"Feeling better? Good. Now..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's celebrate.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Put on a show for me, bitches.|GGHH]]

Hm, probably best to get some servants or something before trying to take a trip through the Forge... you'd essentially be helpless in one of the gestation chambers for awhile, no need to take unnecessary risks. Grinning, you step in and begin sucking and licking at one of the hot, quivering pussylips almost as big as you are, letting its viscous arousal smear your skin as you gulp down the energy-filled ooze and let it seep into you.\n\nYou're practically humming by the time you walk upstairs. You saunter into the living room where Jack and Kev have parked themselves, glistening blue tits and stiff blue cock both out and on display. In the moment where both boys are still gaping in shock, you snap your fingers, and bands of flickering purple light materialize around them, snapping their arms and legs together and toppling them onto their sides.\n\n"What the he-... Cyan?!" Jack yelps.\n\n"What happened to you?" Kev whispers, his eyes wide as he looks up at you, both of their frightened expressions only growing more intense as you gesture with your hand, lifting them into the air and setting them to float along after you as you turn and head back towards the basement.\n\n"I'd say 'the same thing that's going to happen to you', but I haven't really decided what's going to happen to you yet," you reply cheerfully as you sashay down the stairs. "And it wouldn't be the same in any case."\n\n"HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING?!" Jack shrieks as he sees the Meat Forge, starting to thrash and kick as much as he can in his restraints. Kev, meanwhile, seems to be so terrified he can't make a sound, his mouth opening and closing as he stares at the grotesque thing taking up a significant portion of the basement.\n\n"Hey, don't be mean, you'll hurt Leslie's feelings saying that about her," you scold in a mock-gentle tone, smirking as that seems to kick Jack into the same horrified silence Kev's experiencing. You tap your chin thoughtfully as you look back to the Meat Forge. Now, the question is, what to do with these two? Well, obviously you'll put them in the Meat Forge, but then what?\n\nYou could turn them into [[incubi|GGHH21x3]]... a pair of handsome, big-dicked demons would make lovely servants. Or, for that matter, [[succubi|GGHH]], because pretty, big-boobed demonesses are also nice. Hm, you could have the Forge turn them into [[Devil Eggs|GGHH22x1]]... you wouldn't be sure what sort of creatures you'd get out of them, Devil Eggs being rather random ways to generate new demons, but it's possible you could get something far more powerful than you could just by changing them directly. You could also just turn them into [[Cockodemons|GGHH]]... an extremely weak demon of a limited sort of use, but good for unnerving the fuck out of mortals and delivering tainted substances in large amounts. You could have the Forge absorb the majority of their energy and turn them into shambling [[Fuck Zombies|GGHH]]... again, creatures of limited use, but terrifying to mortals and self-replicating. Get enough of a wave going and you could get a bit of a Fuck Zombie Apocalypse going and gain a lot of energy off of it. Or you could just have the Forge [[absorb them completely|GGHH]], turning both their bodies and souls into energy for your consumption.

You walk through the corridors of Arana's ship, your overfull tits and udder bouncing heavily, wobbling back and forth with a sloshing that's just barely audible even through the suit. The cannisters on your back are full, so the plating has retracted, leaving your large, overly stiff nipples and your jutting teats completely visible, outlined in thin black rubber. The pirates you pass all visibly become erect as they blatantly stare at your endowments, and the small rear-camera view of your HUD shows several of them rubbing their stiff pricks through their pants as they eye your fat, rubber-clad ass once you've moved by them. It's embarrassing, but you can't really blame them... actually, with feeling so overful, you're just barely resisting the urge to strip down and present your plump pink pussy to all of them to let them do as they will.\n\nInstead you hold it together as you make your way to Arana's quarters, the space pirate queen rising from her thronelike chair as you enter. "Ah, how did the mission go, my dear Cowpher?"\n\nYou flush a little at the diminutive nickname she's taken to using for you, but dutifully report, "It went perfectly. The grenade you designed did its thing... in less than fifteen seconds all the guards and soldiers were all squealing sow-women, shaking their asses and begging for the men to give them piglets. Any that were too far away or in other parts of the building either gave in and started fucking the sows or were easy to handle."\n\n"Excellent, excellent!" Arana coos, eyes glittering as she watches you retract the suit, baring your lewd bovinesque body, and allowing dribbles of white to escape from the pink tips of your mammaries. She sighs dramatically as she walks over to another section of her quarters, with you following along behind dutifully. "What a shame that the Raptarran ship wound up self-destructing so soon after we rescued you, taking all those Raptarrans with it. Imagine what I could have done with everything in there, rather than the few small dregs we rescued first."\n\nPrivately, you can't help but be a little relieved. You may be on her side, but Arana with even a tiny bit of Raptarran genetic engineering technology is scary. Her Animus Grenades can change people into practically anything she wants in less than half a minute, though currently she's apparently limited by making it some sort of livestock. It doesn't seem very fitting to point that out, however, since she's currently cooing "Let's get you taken care of, my pretty little Holstein" in a loving tone as she activates your... 'relief device'.\n\nPart of the floor slides open, what looks like a high-end massage table with the middle cut out rising up out of it. You waddle over and carefully settle into position, folding your arms in front of your head, and sighing with just a little relief as the support field activates, gently taking the weight off of your entire body, including your hefty, dripping, dangling tits and udder. You shiver delightedly as Arana oils up her gloved hands and starts stroking and kneading your big pale tits and your fat pink udder, her gentle massage sending spurts of white down into the still-open space below the supports. Once your breasts and udder are clean and gleaming, she presses another control to bring up a series of suction caps and attached tubes out of the space below. She herself gently fastens the suction chambers over your nipples, stroking and jerking each of your teats like she would a male lover's cock before slipping them into the tight, gripping sheaths of the suction caps.\n\nYou mooan loudly, closing your eyes and relaxing at the constant, borderline orgasmic feel of finally being milked. You don't even bother to look up or react as the back half of the table splits, spreading your curvaceous thighs wide to provide access to your fat, dripping cunt. You know that even now, Arana is pulling on 'Asterios'... her nervelink-enabled bull cock strapon. You know she's going to spend the next few hours fucking you, cooing sweet, degrading things, smacking your big ass and squeezing it like a stress toy, making your tits and udder jiggle as they keep gushing out milk.\n\nIt was a stupid decision to take the gene modification without knowing what it was... but it worked out pretty well!\n\n<b>Bad Cypher</b> end - <i>A spider's favorite cow</i>

Summoning a gynoid, you send it to retrieve Tifa from Misogybot Storage. A moment later the gleaming, faceless robot returns, the large-breasted, glassy-eyed woman beside her, breezy smile in place and big, latex-clad tits jiggling with every step.\n\n"Yes, Master? Do you want to use one of my worthless holes to get yourself off?" she asks cheerfully.\n\n"No, I've decided you're not even good for that anymore," you declare with a smirk. "I've decided you're literally and completely worthless, so I'm going to recycle you."\n\n"Oh, well that's understandable," she answers as easily as ever, a bit of arousal actually dribbling down her inner thighs as you tell her she's more pointless and useless than previously thought. "I hope that at least whatever you get out of recycling me is useful, since I'm just an unwanted sex toy." \n\n"Mhmm," you agree, reaching out to give those fat tits of hers one last fondle, before smacking her ass. "Alright, meat, up on the table."\n\n"Yes, Master," she answers dreamily, clambering up onto the glass-topped table and laying back placidly.\n\nYou pick up the control and hit the button to start the reclamation process. Immediately the robot armatures swing into action, moving into place to cut off Tifa's little latex outfit, spilling her tits free and baring her arms and legs. She just smiles at the ceiling, secure in the knowledge that at least she's being used in some manner by her owner, as robot arms tipped with needles move in and inject various parts of her body with their nanite payload. Her tits and hips shrink somewhat to more firmly fit inside a standard service gynoid chassis... which is soon being placed around her, more arms swinging in and clicking the firm high-impact plastic chesplate, hip-plate, and arm and neck pieces into place. From the moment the parts are fitted around her legs, the ring at the end of the bed whirs to life, glowing brighter and spinning slowly as it begins sliding up her body, energy crackling inside of it as Tifa's body beneath the plastic plates is transformed from flesh and blood to metal and servos. As it starts sliding up her chest, she beams up at you. "Goodbye, Master!" she calls happily, just before an arm settles the smooth white helmet over her head, moments before the ring passes over it.\n<<set $mbtifa to false>><<set $tifacomplete to false>>\nThe ring spins a few more times, then slides back to the foot of the bed and goes quiet, its glow settling. The new gynoid sits up, turns, and rises from the bed, moving to stand beside the one that escorted Tifa to reclamation. They're completely and utterly identical... if it was deployed on your orders or simply in the process of maintenance when you saw it again, you'd have no idea that it was once Tifa Lockhart (or a real flesh-and-blood player) at all. Not even if you had your dick inside its rubbery white fleshlight pussy. Smirking at that thought, you announce, "Gynoids, bend over the reclamation bed."\n\nMoving with the exact same posture, motions, and tempo, both gynoids turn, move to the bed, and bend forward at a right angle, arms stiff at their sides, not bothering to brace themselves. Chuckling, you sidle up to the one on your right, pulling your suit back from your cock and giving your stiff member a few light slaps against its molded plastic buttocks. Then you place the tip to the squishy white foam rubber that forms its pussylips and slide inside, stroking a few times, just taking in the feel of the contoured inner curves stroking over your flesh. Then you pull out and step to the left, sliding into the other gynoid's white foam rubber cunt... exact same feel, exact same contours. You laugh a little as you start pumping your hips, not bothering in the slightest to hold back when you feel like spilling your load into the service droid's literal cumdump a few minutes later. Stepping back, you bid them both depart, and they rise and turn, marching smoothly over to the wall. Two sections slide up, and they step in... you've already forgotten which one used to be Tifa by the time the wall sections slide back down over them.\n\n<hr>\nMisogybot Tifa has been turned into a gynoid. [[This reclamation is complete.|Capture-HabRec]]

Ah, a true classic. Though mostly out of association with the movie, you guess, which the cover is obviously cashing in on. You know somewhere the library has a bunch of Oz books in their more traditional covers and illustrations, but you actually don't recall if you've seen the original among them. Picking it up, you start to flip through it, only to look up at the sound of a soft 'boof'.\n\n"Oh, hey there Baron," you say with a grin at the sight of the big black dog. Normally the sight of such a big dog off the leash would be enough to startle you, but you've been to this library often enough over the years to recognize it's biggest donor's pet. Baron's a Great Dane-Mastiff mix, and his owner brings him by as a sort of 'library dog', theoretically to encourage kids to stay for the reading activities the library puts on, especially in the summer. Of course he's kind of big and imposing for that, but the good intentions are there, and he really is very gentle and calm, if a bit too regal in bearing and manner to be properly called 'friendly'. "What's up with you, huh?" you ask, reaching out to rub his head.\n\nYou jump a little when he turns and clamps his jaws around your wrist... it actually takes part of a second to realize his teeth haven't sunk in and he's gently, but firmly tugging at you. "Whoa, hey, what's up, what are you doing?" When a dog that big tugs on you, you kind of have to go, and you wind up dropping the book and half-stumbling along as he pulls you out of the shelves and towards one of the walls. "What's the big-" You stop and look over at the sound of tornado sirens spinning up. Wait, what? Is it the third Wednesday of the month or-\n\nYou give a shriek of surprise as a tree branch comes smashing in through one of the windows, followed by a howling torrent of wind that begins knocking books off shelves, and toppling several of the lighter shelves over entirely. Baron yanks at your arm again, making you stagger, and look towards where he's pulling you... an old bomb shelter from when the library was built. Hurrying towards it on your own, you stop at the sight of the college girl from the desk running by screaming, heading for the front doors. "Hey, no, this way!" you shout after her, but too late as the panicked woman rushes out into the open, almost instantly disappearing around a corner. Going after her would be suicide, and you're actually not sure Baron would let you, so you turn and hurry towards the entrance of the shelter. You heave the heavy door open, noting that the 'State of Emergency' labeled lights just inside are pulsing red, and Baron pads down the concrete stairs ahead of you. You grab the inside of the door and yank... but it's stuck! You haul on it several times, throwing your body backwards, but it doesn't budge.\n\n"Boof!" Baron half-barks from the bottom of the stairs.\n\n"I'm <i>trying</i>!" you shout back, throwing yourself backwards against your grip on the handle as you do. Just then the front doors shatter, a hard gust of air rushing in and apparently right into the space between the door and the wall. You give a yelp of surprise as the door swings shut, practically launching you over the stairs and down into the shelter, the door slamming as everything goes black.\n\n"Owwwww." At first you wonder who's complaining, then realize that it's you. Probably something to do with the ache in your head. You feel like you're lying on your front in the dark, and jump a little as something cold presses to your cheek, almost making you scream. Then the soft doggy-huffs alert you to the owner's identity. "Thanks, Baron," you mutter, then off as he drops something on your arm. Snagging it, you discover he's brought you a flashlight, and quickly turn it on. Looks like the bomb shelter's been repurposed as old book storage... wonder if that's up to code? Still, the emergency lights aren't blinking anymore, so you pick yourself up and head up the stairs. The door seems stuck on the first few tries, and you briefly feel a surge of terror at the thought of being trapped in here. What if no one comes looking?! What are you going to do, survive on cold war rations?! But at the second attempt of shoving your weight against the door, it swings open and you stagger out... -side. You stumble a little across bluish-green grass, then stare around at what was not supposed to be an exterior space. But here it is, a vaguely pastoral scene, with a village of smallish, dome-topped blue buildings. Entirely blue. Everything is painted blue. The wood parts, the stone parts (or is that just blue stone?!), the glass is tinted blue. The signs are all in shades of blue, with big perky script that makes everything look like a toy store, even though you're pretty sure that the place across from you is a butcher's shop.\n\n"What the actual monochrome fuck?" you murmur, staring around.\n\n"Language," booms a deep, vaguely English-accented voice from beside you.\n\nYou blink, looking over to that side, then to the other when you don't see anybody. Then you look down a bit... at the large black dog sitting there staring at you. "... You didn't...?"\n\n"I most certainly did," Baron replies in a mildly offended tone, before letting out a soft huff. "Hm. Well actually, so I did. My, that is something."\n\nYou stare at him, then turn around to look behind you. The bomb shelter from the library is resting on a battered hill... <i>just</i> the bomb shelter. Bricks are scattered around the base of it, and there's some vague hints of the pieces of the library it was attached to. "Oh my God, everything's blue, the dog's talking, and there's the picked-up-and-dropped building I was in. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm in Oz."\n\n"Language!" Baron barks in an outraged tone.\n\n"I'm in a fictional land with a desert that instakills you and a literal one man army, I'm entitled to some profanity!" you snap back.\n\n"Yes, well." Baron shifts a little on his haunches and lets out another huff. "Perhaps, but let's avoid the blasphemy, shall we?"\n\nYou let your arms slump and dangle, staring at him flatly. "You're a dog, what do you care?"\n\n"Well. Dog spelled backwards is 'God', so consider it a bit of professional respect."\n\nYou stare a moment more, then rub at your eyes with your fingertips. "Yeah, I'm in Oz, alright, that's totally where people would think a line like that makes sense."\n\n"I'm not sure whether to be insulted or complimented," Baron muses aloud, flicking one ear.\n\nOkay, so... maybe you fell down the stairs, broke your head open, and this is all some kind of dream you're having as you bleed out. But whatever it is, you've got to deal with it. So far, you are sort of following the narrative of the Oz book that was made into the movie. If so, that means there might be some squished witch nearby... probably a bit more gruesome with a brick and cement bomb shelter dropped on her than a little old dustfarmer's cottage. If things keep going to standard, some bimbo in a frilly dress is going to show up and from there everything will <i>rapidly</i> spiral out of your control.\n\nOr... you could throw a wrench into that and take off on your own. If this really is Oz, according to the books at least, it's an actual, physical place on Earth. Which means that screw the fancy shoes, if you can find some way past the Deadly Desert and over the mountains, you can get back to the normal world and get home. Just... doing those two things is the hard part.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take off.|GGOz]]\n\n[[Follow the plot.|GGOz1x1]]

"Well, one of us gets a cool adventure in space," you say thoughtfully.\n\n"And the other gets to go home and reclaim our life," the other you says, both of you nodding at the attractions.\n\n"I'd imagine both of you would have a tough time making that choice right now, or at least different ones," Celest says slowly. "Luckily, since I've done some studying on both human psychology and clone divergence, I have a method that can make it so that the two of you diverge mentally over a short period of time and will almost certainly make different choices."\n\n"Huh, really?" you ask with a blink.\n\n"The Crichtons were the same pretty much right to the end," the other you points out.\n\n"Well, this isn't rock-paper-scissors, this is just making one choice, and we can set things up to influence that specific choice rather than more general traits," the alien woman explains. "What we'll do is separate you both into different rooms. Then the computer will randomly select six movies that contain themes on the subject of family, home, growing up, adventure, things that are applicable to this situation. Those six will be divided into two sets of three, and one set will be assigned to each of you. That way the two of you will be exposed to very different input that spark different emotions and associations over about six hours. You should each have a different choice by then, but if you don't, we'll just keep repeating the experiment for a day or two until you do."\n\nYou exchange a glance with yourself, then shrug. "Works for me," the two of you say in unison, which does make you a little dubious this will work, but you don't have any other suggestions. Celest points at you and beckons, and you follow her out, leaving the other Cyan behind in the pod room. You follow the alien to a room with several reclining couches with green gel pads, facing a blank wall, with a slot in the wall to one side and a door on one wall that you're guessing probably leads to a bathroom. "Alright, take a seat," Celest directs. "The computer will understand requests to pause, but since we need to get through this it can only be paused for about a half hour before it will resume. If you need food or snacks or anything, just put your hand on the wall by the slot and say what you want, I've got the vast majority of Earth foods and snacks programmed in. When the movies are done playing, I'll come back and ask you whether you want to stay with me or go back to Earth."\n\n"And if we both say the same thing?" you ask as you walk over to the middle couch and settle to sit on it sideways, still looking over at Celest.\n\n"Then you'll both take a nap while I play some different music in your rooms, to help you further develop different mindsets, then it's three more movies. But hopefully we'll get an answer after the first three." Celest walks over and rubs your shoulder. "Sorry about all this."\n\n"You couldn't have known," you assure her, patting her hand, then turning and settling onto the couch as she walks out. A few moments later the lights dim, and the wall in front of you lights up and begins playing a studio intro.\n\nYou wind up watching <i>Alice in Wonderland</i> (the animated version), <i>Flight of the Navigator</i>, and <i>The Last Starfighter</i>. Several times you wonder what the other you wound up watching, but you try not to think too hard about that since you figure it could throw off the results. Every so often you ask for a pause to order a drink or some snacks or to duck into the bathroom, but the extremely comfy seat, the food and drink on demand, and the high quality and size of the movies pretty easily pull you in and have you thinking mostly about watching. After the credits finish rolling on The Last Starfighter, the lights come up, but there's no immediate sign of Celest. Shrugging, you order another Code Red and sit sipping it, turning over your thoughts on what you saw. Eventually the door slides open and Celest walks in. "I have a good feeling about this," she announces cheerfully.\n\n"Oh?" You blink, sitting up straighter.\n\n"I think we're going to get different answers. During the first movie you both ordered the same things to eat and drink, but during the second the orders always varied at least a little. During the third movie you ordered entirely different things, so I'm almost certain your answer will be different than hers." The alien settles down to sit on the side of the seat next to yours, looking at you. "So, have you decided?" \n\n<hr>\n[[You'll stay with Celest.|GGAlien]]\n\n[[You want to go home.|GGAlien]]

"Hey! Leslie, c'mon, snap out of it!" you blurt, trembling and starting to reach a hand towards her as she continues to take slow, shuffling steps towards you. "We can... we can get that stuff off of you and you'll be okay! Just come back to yourself!"\n\n"Stalllllk," Leslie groans, her thick but somehow gusty voice trembling through the air up and down the tunnel. "Spooooores..."\n\nBy the time you realize there's no getting through to her, she's practically got her hands on you. Your resolve breaks and you turn to bolt, but with one final lurch the Leslieshroom slaps its squishy, porous hands to your waist and clamps its fingers down in a surprisingly firm hold. Dragging you back towards her, she groans in some strange mixture of despair and desire as she hauls you in closer. You scream as you feel the bulbous, almost spherical head of that crotch-stalk pressing against your already abused pussy. "No! No Leslie, don't!" But her only answer is to keep slowly, inexorably dragging you back, your cries filling the tunnel as your pussy is quickly stretched as wide as it could possibly go, the head pushing the battered pink lips taut around its glowing, dripping girth. And then the round thing is popping inside you, your pussy closing up most of the way behind it, the shaft still easily just as thick around, if not moreso, than the rapacious fishmen's.\n\nYou shudder and whimper as the huge bulge in your belly, perhaps half the size of a basketball, slides further and further up. You can feel it pushing against some barrier deep inside you, the Leslieshroom's monstrous strength nevertheless continuing to pull you back until that, too, yields and opens for the bulb. Your eyes roll and drool runs down your chin as the bulb swells inside you, your ass pressing against the squishy flesh of the Leslieshroom's hips and belly. It groans out again as it begins giving very short thrusts, barely breaking contact with you. \n\n"Spoooores... spoooores... staaaaalk..." the mushroom-zombie grunts, shifting its grip to your wrists, holding them right against your hips and keeping you pinned and bent forward that way. The thing inside you pulses and writhes, generating some sort of twisted pleasure that you're powerless to resist... but more than that, you can feel it spreading through you.\n\n"Nnnh, L-Leslie, no," you manage to groan out, some part of you still hoping she'll manage to resist. You look over your shoulder to see that her head has lost all trace of hair, the mushroom cap atop her head spreading out, glowing phosphorescent green with pale fishbelly spots. Her whole body is growing thicker, losing definition, her eyes a blank white, tongue lolled out of her mouth, thick and pale green and dripping with the glowing fluid covering it. "Oh God!" you cry out, both in horror at the sight and at the pleasure steadily infusing your body.\n\n"Stalk... stalk... spores... spores in yooooou," the mushroom creature grunts, suddenly yanking you back hard, forcing your ass and thighs into full contact with its trunklike lower body. The bulb inside you swells up to three times its original size and begins trembling and shuddering. You howl out as your belly swells further and further, starting to glow brightly with it, even as your skin starts to turn pale, sickly white, as it turns soft, squishy, and puckers.\n\n"Hhhaaaahhh... hhhhaahhhhhhhh!" you gasp out, rolling your eyes as the spores being pumped into your womb spread into your bloodstream and through your body, settling in your brain and steadily turning it to solid fleshy mushroom-stuff. "Hhhhaahhhhh... spoooooores," you groan, your lips curling up in an idiot grin, your tongue lolling out and starting to grow longer. You shudder happily as you can feel the top of your head starting to press out, broaden, blue and purple-tipped hair drifting down towards the floor. "Spoooores!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGHH4axEnd]]

You've gotta figure 'Lusty Lady Lather' is what those two use. Maybe if you smell like they do, they'll be subliminally inclined to go easier on you? You can only hope.\n\nDolloping a large glob of the stuff into your palm, you start scrubbing it over your chest, the pinkish stuff immediately turning into a thick, bubbly foam. That's kind of pleasant, you have to admit, the scent of cherry vanilla wrapping all around you in a distinctly feminine scent. Nevertheless, you start running your hands up and down your body, the foaming lather pretty quickly covering you from head to toe as you scrub. The scent actually gets pretty strong, slipping in your nose and wrapping around your brain, and you find your mind wandering back to those big, fat cocks Mai and Chun-Li are wielding. Overcome by your daydreaming, you run your hands through the lather on your chest, feeling slick, pliant flesh press down and then bounce back with a jiggle, your hands sliding down your sides and back over the curve of your hips. You bite your lower lip as you run your hands over your ass, squeezing the round, yielding cheeks and feeling a trickle of suds run over your sensitive asshole and down the skin below. You slide a hand around the front, fingers tracing over the smooth skin of your crotch. Shaking your head to try and clear it, you bring the rest of the suds up to scrub into your hair, feeling foam trickle further and further down your back as the ticklish-slick feeling of wet hair brushes across your shoulders and then your lower back.\n\nYou finally step back under the showerhead to rinse off, sighing distractedly at the feeling of water running along your tits and flat belly and streaming through your long hair. You step out of the shower and grab a towel, rubbing yourself down until you're at least slightly dry, then absently wrap it around your middle before taking a deep breath and stepping back out into the main room. \n\nChun-Li and Mai are sitting in two different chairs facing the door, stripped of their provocative fighting outfits and rather idly stroking their stiff pricks as they obviously wait for you. Both seem surprised at the sight of you for some reason, before Mai bursts out laughing. "Looks like <i>she</i> found the special body wash, Chunbuns?"\n\n"Wha?" Blinking, you look down at yourself... and your brain finally processes the sight of cleavage above the white fabric of the towel. You yelp and fling your arms wide in shock, the towel dropping and baring your body entirely... you now seem to be a rather well-developed teenage girl, with round, perky C-cup tits, a thin waist, lightly curvy hips and sleek legs to match. You realize that your hair is brushing against your back almost down to your ass as well, and a quick check with your hand confirms it, your dick is gone, replaced by a smooth, puffy-lipped pussy. "What's happened to me?!" you squeak in an utterly feminine voice.\n\n"Well, you've changed from a hot piece of boi-ass into a hot piece of pussy," Chun-li declares solemnly as she stands and walks over to you, circling around you briefly before moving up behind you. You shudder and let out a moan at the feeling of her cock sliding along the cleft of your ass and her tits pressing into your back, and let out a soft cry as her hands move to cup your tits and give them a light, stroking squeeze. You'd already been feeling pleasure at the wicked things they did before you, but now it feels like your body's instantly crackling with desire, a hard, hot pressure growing low in your belly, accompanied by a ticklish sensation along your inner thighs. \n\nMai laughs again, though softer this time, tits jiggling and cock swaying as she sashays over to you and then slides a hand between your legs. You whimper at the strange new pleasure of fingertips tracing along the outer lips of your pussy, skillful and insistent as they tease across you. You cry out loudly and arch as she finds the stiff little nub of your clit and gives it a light pinch, sending a shock of pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before running through you. "She certainly got the 'lusty' part of 'lusty lady' down, this little bitch is already soaking wet and practically cumming," the busty ninja coos.\n\n"Best give her what she wants, then," Chun-li answers with a bit of a smirk, slipping her hands away and allowing Mai to grab your wrist and tug you towards the bed. You stumble behind her in a shocked and pleasured daze, then give a soft 'oof' as you're shoved onto your back. Mai grabs you by the thighs and hauls you to the edge of the bed, then pulls your legs up so that your newly shapely calves are on either side of her big bountiful boobs. She slaps her cock against the front of your crotch a few times, making you gasp hard with every smack. Your eyes widen as you notice her pulling back, and feel her nudging the tip of her prick up between your pussylips.\n\n"W-wait! Wait, I'm not-!" You cut yourself off with a gurgling yowl as she suddenly thrusts forward, hilting deep inside you in a single shove, your back arching hard as your hands twist in the sheets, and your inner walls squeeze and milk at the thick shaft suddenly spreading them wid, cumming the same instant you're claimed. You've had a pussy for all of five minutes, and it's already being filly by a fat futanari fuckstick! Your eyes roll in your head, your teeth gritted as Mai starts pumping into you hard and fast, her heavy tits bouncing and swaying with her motions, your own brand-new boobs jiggling energetically with the impact of her hips against you.\n\n"Ah, ah, fuuuck, there's no pussy like a transformed boy!" Mai gasps out, looking rather overcome herself, her tongue lolling out and her eyes mildly glazed over with desire. Her thrusts, if anything, are gradually growing more frantic, coming harder and faster as she drives you against the bed. "Fuck, fuck this little bitch is cumming every couple of thrusts, her horny little bitch-cunt is just begging for my cum! I'm gonna knock this little bitch up before she's even spent an hour as a girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Yes, I want Mai's baby!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["Yes, I want to be a breeding bitch!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, not yet!"|HLMai]]\n\n[["No, please, I'll do anything else!"|HLMai]]

After what feels like several minutes of waiting with no return, your curiosity over where Mix could possibly have gotten to makes you realize you're definitely too awake to just roll over and go back to sleep. Sitting up and shoving the covers aside, you slip out of bed and briefly consider putting on a pair of jeans from the dresser... but doing that might make it seem like you had more specific plans than you do if someone caught you, so you decide to risk it and go out in your panties and tanktop. Besides, as you pad out into the hall you realize that the house is completely still and silent, not a single light on or a single person stirring.\n\nAt least, until you get to the end of the hall (after a brief check in the empty bathroom). As you're about to round the corner to the main area that adjoins the two dorm wings, you notice a slight repetitive sound and what might be groaning. A glance around indicates it's probably coming from the room labelled 'Supervisor Azja'... Rakell's room. Said door is also open just slightly. Huh, you'd've figured if anyone here would be particularly interested in their privacy, it's the one in charge of a bunch of people serving criminal sentences. She must have been pretty distracted to leave the door open... wonder what she's doing in there?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek.|GGSR7x5]]\n\n[[Mind your own business.|GGOri4x1]]

You start to answer, then pause. Hm. Even with the debug power, it might help to back up what you're doing physically. You pop open the menu, Akane freezing completely in place, not even breathing. Didn't the welcome screen say that with any of the powers, you still had control over your body sliders? Ah yeah, there they are! Grinning, you adjust the dimensions of your cock to something more fit for, well, for a big dick-themed porno, shivering a little at the sensation of your prick thickening and lengthening inside your pants, growing about half-hard and still making a noticeable bulge in your silk pants. You close the menu, then plaster a serious expression on your face, trying to give your words greater gravity. "I've come to tell you it's time that you stopped acting like you're as good as a boy."\n\n"W-what?!" she splutters, eyes widening. It's obvious that she wants to be absolutely furious, and you could have expected her to immediately punch you through a wall or something. But with the influence of the tongue stud, she can't get that angry... moreover, she <i>has</i> to think about what you're saying. You can see the tiniest shred of doubt flick across her eyes even as she scrambles to her feet, taking an aggressive stance and glowering.\n\n"Look, you have to have noticed that you're weaker than just about everybody, but definitely all the male martial artists around here," you continue, making sure to keep using that calm, reasonable tone, as if you were just explaining facts. "Your angry outbursts have everybody calling you uncute, your relationship with Ranma has gone nowhere, and the only guy that really wants you thinks of you as a delicate flower who should settle down to be his good little wife."\n\n"Wa-... wait, no, that's not," Akane tries to protest, then trails off, looking nervous now. Your statements aren't exactly rock solid, but the tongue stud seems to be soothing over any gaps in it and making the idea take grip in Akane's mind.\n\n"It's clear you're just a weak, pathetic little girl, and it's time to stop acting like you have any choices or strength of your own and get down on your knees," you continue, pushing down the front of your pants enough to fish out your newly impressive cock, Akane's eyes widening again as she stares at it. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock, Akane."\n\n"N-... you pervert, there's... no way," Akane protests, her face flushed, her breathing quickened and nipples stiff under her shirt.\n\n"Alright, we'll start a little slower. Take off your clothes."\n\nShe hesitates for a long moment, then, with trembling hands, reaches up to tug the orange straps connected to her skirt off her shoulders, fingers fumbling a little as she undoes the buttons of her yellow shirt. It hits the floor, followed a moment later by her bra... looks like the programmers were pretty generous, she's almost as big as girl Ranma! Next she undoes the waistband of her skirt and lets it drop, and stands there for a few seconds in her panties, tits rising and falling with her breathing. Finally she bends down some and peels the panties down, a little line of something clear briefly attached between the crotch of them and one of her pussylips. Oho, looks like your commanding manner, compelling powers, and the sight of your cock has had an effect after all! She straightens up, starting to murmur, "You've seen me naked, now take your pervert self and get out, I-"\n\n"Shut up," you order her mildly, and she opens and closes her mouth once or twice as if considering protesting before closing it. "Now. Get on your knees like a good, obedient girl." \n\nThere's a pregnant pause... then, looking ashamed of herself, Akane slowly sinks to her knees in front of you, trembling a little as she rests her hands on the front of her thighs. She gasps a little as you step closer, and winces just a bit as you lightly slap the underside of your now rather stiff prick against her face, then rub it against her. "Eric, stop, I-"\n\n"I didn't give you permission to call me by name," you interrupt mildly, making her look shocked. "If anything, you should be calling me Master. From now on, you'll call every boy master, since they're all superior to you. Now, open your mouth."\n\nThere's another bit of hesitation... but finally, Akane obediently opens her mouth, even sticking her tongue out a bit. You consider continuing to order her until she does it herself but, well, maybe some proper commanding action really will drive home the conditioning you want to give her. Grabbing the sides of Akane's head, you move your hips to slip the tip fo your cock into her mouth, then start pushing forward nice and firm, ignoring it as she gags and makes protesting noises, her throat bulging up with your thickness. Pulling her a bit more forward until your balls are on her chin, her lips around the very root of your prick as she gags and gulps at you, you hold her there for long moments before starting to pump your hips, fucking her face in quick, smooth strokes. \n\nAkane looks up at you, eyes pleading, though you're not sure whether it's for mercy or for more. Either way they're a little glazed, and this would obviously be a good time to keep up your compelling words.\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus on making her feel submissive.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel owned.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Focus on making her feel worthless.|RanStud]]

Hm. From what you remember of the series, Akane was brash, outspoken, and really really contrary... she almost never agrees with, listens to, or obeys anyone. Except you can now make her do exactly that if you want. That could be interesting!\n\nYou see a door nearby with a little nametag reading 'Akane' on it, and that seems obvious enough. You walk over and knock, waiting for the call of 'Yeah?' to answer "It's Eric! Can I come in?" Sure enough, only a blink later there's another 'Yeah', and you grin as you open the door and step inside.\n \nAkane is sitting at her desk, apparently in the middle of studying. She looks up from her notebook and over at you, seeming just a little suspicious. You'd guess that's probably her default expression with anyone that's not her sisters or something.\n\n"Yeah, Eric, what do you want?" she asks in a dubious tone.\n\n<hr>\n[[To train.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To fuck.|RanStud]]\n\n[[To put her in her place.|RanStud2x3]]

"Hm, nevermind, passing thought," you say, waving it off.\n\nRanma shrugs, but indeed doesn't seem to give it another thought, flopping back down largely where he was and apparently zoning out again. Seems sort of boring to you but, you guess with his hectic life maybe he actually likes sitting, doing nothing, and being bored. You wander out of the room and into the hallway, where you ponder your next stop. There's plenty of characters you could try out your 'silver tongue' ability on, after all, no need to sit there focusing on Ranma.\n\nAnd if the description was accurate, you could basically talk anyone into anything. It's apparently easier if it doesn't clash with what they'd do normally... and you figure it would have to be easier if you did some 'build up' to it with less objectionable orders... but that doesn't seem to be an actual limit. You could easily and effortlessly get a character to do something already befitting their nature... or, with just a slight press, force them to go completely contrary to that nature. So, the question is, who to seek out...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane.|RanStud2x2]]\n\n[[Nabiki.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Kasumi.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ukyo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Shampoo.|RanStud]]\n\n[[Ryoga.|RanStud]]

"We need to actually get inside the city," you decide, musing aloud as you stroke Wick's back. "Not only to have a better chance at finding some loot to make off with and getting access to it, but so we can figure out where everything is and get an idea of their defenses, what they might send after us. Unless either of you has a better scrying spell?"\n\nMeridia shakes her head, and Liyal hesitates before doing the same. "The one I used is the most subtle one, anything more guided would almost certainly be noticed since I think I saw a few shamans," the witch replies. "You're right, if we want to actually know what it's like in there, we'll have to go inside."\n\n"Okay, so we go in, take a look around, s'easy," Kama grunts.\n\n"Use your head as something other than a place to keep your horns," Liyal snorts, punching the Tiefling on the arm. "Every non-Beastman we saw was a slave. We can't just roll up as a bunch of adventurers looking to visit the shop, they'd all grab us and have us in shackles in a minute."\n\n"Like ta see 'em try!"\n\n"Well I wouldn't, it'd just waste a bunch of time, right?" you interject, soothing the barbarian a bit. "So we need some way to actually go in without it being a big deal."\n\n"Hm." Meridia strokes her chin. "I do have some spells we could use. A few. Such as one that will turn any animal into something so like a Beastman it's likely they wouldn't notice the difference."\n\nKama snorts some at that. "What, you're gonna recruit some squirrels? A parrot? The horses?"\n\n"I was thinking of sending some of the horses, yes," Meridia replies placidly. "But primarily..." She gestures to you.\n\nYou blink... then glance down at the black fox staring up at you. "Oh! Hey, right!"\n\n"Of course we'd probably need a bit more than that, but it's the formation of a plan. The other possibility is that I can transform one of us into one of them, and that one can go inside to do the recon."\n\n"Just one?" Liyal asks.\n\n"Mm, well, if we want to get it done today," Meridia admits. "If we wait until tomorrow, in the morning I can prepare my spells so that I can have enough duration and enough preparations that all of us can go. Although that would wind up using up most of my spell power for the day, I wouldn't be much use if there was combat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Make some infiltrators out of animals.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Go yourself.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Wait until tomorrow and everyone go.|GGWar]]

Obviously you need to go see the person who sold you the stuff that did this. You find a pair of loose black denim shorts (very not your style, that was a Mom "But you like that punk stuff don't you?" purchase) to wear over your stretched panties, add one of your usual shirts, and head back out to the candy shop.\n\nYou hear the shop girl's voice call "Welcome!" as you walk in, and hurry over to the counter. She blinks a bit at the sight of you, then smiles brightly. "Well! I don't usually expect to see someone back so soon! But it's nice to see you again, what can I help you with today?"\n\n"Uh, hi, yeah," you answer, squirming a bit in place. "It's... about that candy you sold me yesterday, I sort of had... an issue with it that I needed to ask you about."\n\nThe woman looks you up and down, gaze lingering on the baggy shorts you're wearing as her eyebrows quirk. "Aha. I think I know what that issue might be. Probably best if we go into the back area to talk about it dear."\n\nTrailing along after her, you follow Tandy into a room that looks like it's set up as some sort of lounge, with a couch and a few chairs around a table, on which sits a tea set. "My name is Tandy, by the way," the woman notes as she settles down and, despite the lack of prep, picks up the teapot to pour herself a cup. What comes out is bright red and faintly smells like... jolly ranchers?\n\n"... Cyan," you mutter, squirming some more. "... Look, this may be hard to believe, but-"\n\n"Let me see it," she answers placidly, with a small, knowing smile, lilac eyes glittering. \n\nYou open and close your mouth several times, your face and ears turning red, before you let out a sigh and start unbuttoning the shorts. You let them drop to the floor, glancing away as you lift up the front of your shirt to give a clear view of your blue panties stretched over your cock and balls.\n\n"Oo my you did develop a nice one, didn't you?" Tandy coos appreciatively, making you quickly drop your shirt back down... partly because you can feel your cock stirring a bit from the way she's looking at it. She takes a sip from her teacup, looking thoughtful. "Mm. Let me see though... assuming you don't live too far away, didn't wait until today to try the stuff... jerked yourself silly, didn't you?"\n\n"W-what does that have to do with it?!" you blurt, though you've got to figure your blush answers in the affirmative. \n\n"Didn't you read the warning on the front of the bin, dear? It's only meant for a couple of uses, after that you're supposed to restrain yourself and let it disappear in an hour or so. Use it too much, your body becomes acclimated to it... it not only feels having a dick is normal, but will gradually raise your libido. Of course, it's quite possible to learn to live with both of those things." She smiles sweetly, bringing a hand down and flinging the front of her dress aside, revealing a long, thick cock laying limp across her creamy thighs. "But you'll be stuck with it for quite awhile at this point."\n\nYou stare at her cock, feeling your mouth start to water, your own prick swelling in your panties and your nipples trying to drill holes in your shirt. Then you swallow, shaking your head, forcing yourself to remember the bit about enhanced libido. "I... s-so how long?"\n\n"A year. Maybe more. And that's assuming you don't cum with it any more," Tandy says with a sigh, sipping more of her drink. "A difficult proposition for anyone, let alone a hormonal teenager."\n\n"I... I mean, what are my other options?" you ask, becoming increasingly distracted as not only does your cock begin to stretch out your panties, tenting them further and further, but despite Tandy's calm and easygoing manner, her own prick has begun to thicken and rise in her lap.\n\n"Well. I do have something that might work. They're an experimental candy of mine... but very expensive to make right now," she notes, finishing off her drink and setting the cup back down. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she wraps a hand around her cock and begins lightly stroking it. "You'd owe me a rather big favor for giving them to you, I think."\n\n"... Any other...?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out in a bit of a rasp, your lips parted with your panted breath.\n\n"You could give in," she coos, tongue flicking across her lips. "You could just become a horny shemale slut, eager to take cock and fuck bitches. It's quite the life, darling, and it starts by crawling over here on your hands and knees and sucking my cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Self-control.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Experimental candy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Give in.|GGCandy5x5]]

"W-what are you talking about, there's no way I-" You cut yourself off as you realize that your body's already staggering forward, and you're dropping to your knees in front of him. You stare at his cock and balls as your head twitches ever closer even as you struggle to hold back. But it's no use, and you find your mouth and nose pressing up against his sack, your tongue lolling out to start licking and slurping against it. "Uh can'd sdob!" you protest, muffled both by his balls and by having your tongue out while you say it.\n\n"Heheh, that's because your subconscious and spirit both realize I'm your master, even if your conscious mind doesn't," Kevin says with a snicker, almost mockingly stroking a hand over your hair as you tongue-wash his balls. "Poor poor Jamie... even though your brain might be straight, your body's going to be a good little bitch for me." \n\nYou want to deny it, you try to deny it, but your mouth is pressing up against one of his balls and washing your tongue around against it in circles even as you give out grunts of denial. Kevin apparently intends to show you no mercy either... he leaves you knealing there tongue-bathing and suck-worshiping his balls until you've completely lost track of time. All you know is that you've been kneeling there at least an hour, constantly with the taste of his balls on your tongue, the smell of them in your nose, the feel of them on your face when he presses a hand on your head and rubs them against you. You keep trying to stop, to resist, but your body obediently keeps sucking his sack no matter how much you don't want to. \n\nAnd when Kevin leans back and presses you in and downward somewhat, you're similarly powerless to resist as you start tonguing his pucker, rolling your tongue around his asshole and pressing it inside, his balls resting against your upper face as you do. Several times over the next half hour you try to at least convince yourself it's something else, that you're eating out a girl, or at least a girl's ass, but the feel of Kevin's balls on your face and his completely, utterly masculine smell in your nose as you tongue-fuck his ass is impossible to escape. At least until he nudges you back up and slides your mouth over the head of his prick. You gag around it, just from the taste of it and the feel of his pre smearing all over your tongue at first, but soon you're gagging again as his hand keeps nudging you down to tease his cock at the opening of your throat. And then he's shoving harder, forcing your throat to open, your eyes bugging as you're forced to swallow it down, and keep swallowing until your chin is up against his balls and your nose is grinding against his crotch.\n\n"Mmmm, that's pretty good, y'know?" Kevin coos as he grips your hair, starting to work your head up and down as well as thrusting his hips upward, both fucking your mouth with his prick and fucking your mouth onto his prick, your body absolutely refusing to try and stop him other than a few twitches, shudders, and you squirming as you kneel in front of him. "I think I might like this better than if you'd submitted completely. Seeing my cute straight friend completely helpless to do anything but get throat-fucked by my dick's pretty hot. ... So I guess fucking your ass would be even hotter, huh?"\n\nYour eyes widen again, but you're barely given time to gasp and try to form a protest as he pulls your head up and off of him, only to throw you forward to be bent over the bed as he slips behind you. His hands roughly yank down your pants around your thighs, and then his huge, spit-slick cock is pushing inside you, stretching your straight, virgin asshole wide around it. You grit your teeth, groaning in protest as he leans forward and grips your wrists, pressing them against the bed. "K-Kevin, don't, stop it, it's too big," you whimper, even as his dick slides deeper and deeper inside you, showing no mercy.\n\n"You'll be fine, your mind can resist all it wants, but your body will be a good bitch and take every inch," he coos in your ear, starting to thrust lightly and making you gasp out in shock. But his pace and the strength of his thrusts steadily increases, and soon his fat red balls are slapping against your rather smaller peach-colored onces, your limp cock dangling below you, dwarfed by the one pumping into your now slick and apparently unresisting hole.\n\nYou grit your teeth, unable to keep your eyes from rolling as Kevin uses your ass to get himself off. The strange thing is that while you aren't enjoying it in the least, your body seems to be taking pleasure from it... or at least your asshole is, twitching and shuddering around that thick demon dick as Kevin pounds it into you, the way he's stretching out your hole and sliding so deep into you constantly reminding you just how small and soft your own cock is compared to his. Several times over the long, thorough fucking, you have what you can only call 'assgasms'... your hole clenching and almost sucking at him as you twitch and shudder with unwanted pleasure washing through you. Though your cock steadfastly remains limp and unresponsive, matching your mind's distaste for being fucked by another boy, let alone a big-dicked demon, you can't help but let out a rather long, slutty-sounding moan as Kevin's cock twitches and he finally begins unleashing a load of hot, gooey jizz deep inside you, enough to actually bulge out your belly and leave it jiggling a bit beneath you.\n\nKevin chuckles as he pulls out, leaving you shuddering and panting in place bent over the bed, cum dribbling out of your gaped asshole and down over your balls and limp cock to plop heavily into your underwear and jeans. "Oh yeah, you're gonna make a fine little worshiper, Jamie. In fact, that felt so good, I'll do something nice for you."\n\n"S-something... nice?" you ask faintly, still struggling to catch your breath.\n\n"You can pick from one of three things. One, I'll only fuck you really occasionally, whenever I don't feel like going out and getting a girl. Maybe like, once a week," he says, holding up one red finger as you look tiredly at him. "Of course, that's open to change, I'll still probably fuck you whenever I like and without warning, just not every day. Or, two, I could turn you gay. Super gay. A little cock-addict." He smirks as he raises his second finger. "You still wouldn't necessarily be happy and completely on board with worshiping me, but at least you'd completely enjoy my prick. Or, three, I could turn you into a girl." He raises his third finger, wiggling it a bit. "Of course, it won't actually change your mind, I guess that would make you a lesbian... but at least your body would accept me even easier, and you wouldn't have to worry about what anyone else thought if they found out about it. After all, I'm going to be your master for the rest of your life... gotta think ahead!"\n\nSomehow you understand that it's true... Kevin owns you now. Eventually someone else will find out he's fucking you, no matter how often it is... if he could retcon you into being a girl, that would at least preserve your dignity, sort of. Or you suppose if he really could... turn you... you wouldn't so much care about that anymore. What to do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him fuck you less.|QOKev]]\n\n[[Have him fuck you gay.|QOKev3x2]]\n\n[[Have him turn you into a girl.|QOKev]]

Brief thoughts of bending Mandy over something and shoving up that tight skirt flit through your head, but you manage to suppress them, though your cock stirs briefly. Clearing your throat and doing your best to seem casual, you nod. "Yeah, sure." You stand up and follow after her, trying to get used to the feel of your tits bouncing and cock wobbling around with every step as Mandy leads you into the back area.\n\nIt seems to be a nice little open floor plan apartment... not super fancy but rather nice, all told. There's definitely a 'primary colors and slightly childish' aesthetic to it that you suppose befits someone that's passionate about candy. Tandy's sitting in a chair designed to look a lot like a gummi bear as you come in, and stands up, sashaying over with a bright smile on her face. "How lovely that you're awake, Cyan! Your body seems to have adapted beautifully... and you even had the self control not to molest my darling Mandy!" Tandy leans over, affectionately rubbing her cheek against Mandy's, the pale woman not so much as blinking. "Believe me that can be quite the feat, I'm not sure how I resist molesting her half the time myself. Anyway, let's have a seat. I imagine now that you're a little clear-headed you have a lot weighing on you."\n\n"I guess you could say that," you answer, your tone dry as Tandy settles back into her red gummi-chair and pulls Mandy to sit sidesaddle in her lap. You glance around, then ease yourself into the green gummi-chair, mmfing a little at the slightly sticky feel of it molding against your back, ass, balls, and thighs. Trying not to become distracted by the almost lewd way the chair yields under you, you say, "I mean... what's really happened to me, what did you do?"\n\n"Well the changes already started when you overused your cock after taking the blue pill candy," Tandy explains, rubbing along Mandy's hip. "But imbibing the fluids of a shemale witch like me pushed you much further towards something like... well, like me!"\n\nYou glance at her hat. "Witch, huh? So that's not just for show?"\n\n"Hiding in plain sight is sort of a specialty of mine," Tandy replies with a giggle. "But yes, I'm a witch. A particular kind of witch that draws power from bringing sex and lewdness into the world... think of it as a cross between a witch and a succubus. And that power has been awoken in you, with the changes to your body and mind."\n\n"My mind?" You blink. "Not just my body?"\n\n"Certainly. Think about it, you're taking all of this awfully well, aren't you? Not much doubt, or shock. And when you were out in the lounge, I'll bet when dear Mandy walked in, you thought about, say, shoving her to her knees and raping her throat, hm?" Smiling, Tandy tugs Mandy's skirt up, stroking her fingers over the other woman's bare pussy, Mandy's bland expression unchanging. "Why didn't you?"\n\n"Well, she said you were waiting, and I wanted to hear what you had to say, plus I wanted to have some self-control, and..." You trail off as you realize what was missing there.\n\n"Right right, nothing about her, hm?" Tandy laughs. "That's just the nature of what you are now dear, your brain doesn't process things quite the same way it did before. But I think it will work out for you... a whole new world is ahead of you, where you can become a powerful witch in your own right."\n\nYou nod slowly, leaning back against the gummi chair as you consider. You watch as Tandy, after several moments of stroking and fondling, shifts Mandy on her lap, having the pale woman straddle her, tugging her dress aside again to slide her cock into the woman's pussy and start bouncing her in a slow, easygoing rhythm, utterly unhurried. Almost thoughtfully you stroke your own stiffened prick as you watch them. "So how would that work, anyway?"\n\n"Well you could apprentice under me for awhile!" Tandy chirps, kneading Mandy's porcelain ass as the woman rides her, Mandy's face as impassive as ever despite the fact that her pussy is squishing wetly every time it thumps down on Tandy's fat prick. "Obviously I've based most of my spells, experiments, and power-seeking around one of my great passions in life, and whether it also became your passion or was simply a gateway to something more, there's a lot you could learn from me!"\n\n"I see," you answer with a nod, licking your lips a bit as you watch Mandy bounce on Tandy's cock. Obviously there would be certain other benefits to apprenticing under her... but then, it's also implied she'd have a certain control over you for the length of such an apprenticeship. "Or...?"\n\n"Or you could strike out on your own! I could give you some tools and study materials and items, and in return for getting you started and setting you on the path, you could help me out here and there while you make your way in the world. You know, sending me test subjects, granting me some of the fruits of your labor, that sort of thing." Tandy delivers a light slap to Mandy's ass, before adding, "Or you could return to your old life and learn there!"\n\n"Return to my...?" You glance down at yourself, then over at Tandy with a dry expression. "I think there are a few hurdles to that."\n\n"Psh, I'll give you a magic item that will create a kind of 'weirdness censor', no one will notice the change in your appearance," Tandy assures you, before grabbing Mandy's ass with both hands and yanking her down, obviously cumming in her. "I'd still want some sort of favor someday in return for the study materials, but nothing particularly huge or grand, and it would certainly give you the most opportunity to develop your own individual style! So what would you like to do, dear? I'm always eager to help out a new up-and-coming witch... one that wants to be friendly instead of rivals, anyway," she adds with a grin, hands slowly, gently kneading her quiet assistant's ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Tandy's apprentice.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Go on the road.|RoadWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Return to your life.|GGCandy5x7]]

You consider for a few moments, before taking your hand off of your cock and resting it on your thigh. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I'd like to ease into things. So if it's possible, I'd like to go back home for now."\n\n"Understandable." Tandy nods, then nudges Mandy, the pale woman swinging off of her and stepping aside, cum dribbling down her thighs as Tandy's half-hard cock flops against her belly. The blonde stands and moves over to the kitchen counter, patting a hand beside a stack of clothing and a burgundy-colored messenger bag. "I had these prepared for you, you can get dressed and head home when you like. Of course you might want to take care of that hardon so you'll fit into your panties," she teases, smiling. "Mandy, let her fuck your throat."\n\n"Yes Boss," Mandy answers flatly, sinking to her knees in front of you and opening her mouth wide, tongue poking out a bit. You quirk your eyebrows, then shrug, not one to pass up the offer since both of them seem fine with it. Gripping the sides of Mandy's head, you slide the tip of your cock over her tongue, then shove your prick down her throat. The silver-eyed woman doesn't so much as blink as you stuff her throat with your cock, only quagging lightly as you begin fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy, your balls slapping against her chin. It's sort of a unique experience to see someone so unruffled by having their throat bulged up by a massive cock getting pounded into it, so it's not long before you're shoving your hips against her face and pouring your load into her belly. You draw out after a moment, letting yourself revel in the relief instead of stoking yourself up again, allowing your cock to go mostly-soft as you rub it against her impassive face, smearing a mixture of spit and cum across her porcelain skin.\n\n"There you go, dear. Has a lovely mouth-pussy, doesn't she?" Tandy says cheerfully as you step over, smiling and nodding gratefully at her. You examine the clothes and find that they're almost identical to what you were wearing on your first visit to the shop. You pull on the black thong, expecting your cock to come spilling out of it, but finding that it instead melds perfectly to the shape of your shaft and balls, outlining them clearly. Pulling on the black jeans has them similarly molding against your newly curvy legs, hips, and ass, but once you've zipped them up and buttoned them, your crotch looks flat as ever. That's some handy magic, you muse as you pull on the t-shirt, which stretches over your huge tits and then hugs against your middle, leaving about an inch of bare skin above your waistline. You glance at Tandy as she offers a black metal ring inscribed with little gold runes. "Here, this will create the censor that will keep everyone from noticing the changes to your physical appearance. It does have limits, though... they might not notice the occasional bulge here and there, but if you go naked and they see your cock, well."\n\n"Thanks, Tandy," you reply, accepting the ring and sliding it onto your right ring finger.\n\n"The bag has a few books and tools, the one with the light brown leather color has beginner spells in them. I added some tabs and labels, you'll probably want to look at the one I labeled 'Jedi Mind Trick' on your way home," she says with a chuckle.\n\nIt's full dark out as you exit the store, and you pull out the little tome Tandy suggested and page through it as you walk home. It's obvious why she suggested the spell in question... it basically is something to redirect someone's thoughts. It can't make any huge changes or make someone do something they would normally almost never do, but the light amount of influence should be just what you need when you walk in the door and-\n\n"Cyan!" your mother snaps as she storms up to you. You blink, since the two of you are roughly the same height now (and you're better-endowed). True to Tandy's word, though, she doesn't say a thing about the changes to your height, or your figure, or your hair, and instead says, "Do you have any idea what time it is?! Where have you been?!"\n\nMentally focusing on the designs and concepts the spellbook explained, you state clearly and firmly, "But you gave me permission to be out earlier, there's nothing to be mad about."\n\nShe blinks a few times, then nods. "Oh. That's right. Why was I upset?" She shakes her head. "I'm sorry, dear, it must have slipped my mind."\n\nYou do your best to suppress a grin. ... Hm. There was a stronger version of that spell that you also looked over. Maybe you could use it to have some fun with this...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make your mother "apologize".|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Don't push your luck.|GGCandy5x8]]

No... no, there's no way you could possibly tell anyone. The humiliation of it aside, who would even believe you? You'd sound like a crazy person... a perverted, deviant crazy person at that.\n\nYou scramble up and find some cleaning supplies in your room, doing your best to clean up the sheets and headboard, before putting on some clothes and sneaking to the bathroom for a shower. Once under the hot water and soaping yourself up to wipe off the thick, dried cum, you start to ponder your experience. Deciding to test yourself, you try thinking about guys... naked guys, cocks, their asses, everything you've seen in a locker room or just know from your own body. Nothing... your cock remains completely limp between your legs, not so much as a twitch. Then you bring to mind your memories of Maya's sister Baal in her skimpy black bikini. Your cock quickly rises to life, though not as quickly or as hard as you remember it getting last night, but still. Blushing, you at least feel relieved on that score... before biting your lower lip and reaching down, starting to stroke your sud-slick shaft and biting back a moan.\n\nSoon you fire a few long ropes of cum against the shower wall to be washed away by the fall of the water. Still experimentally, you keep stroking, recalling how last night you seemed to be able to cum again and again. But though you remain hard while you're stroking yourself, there's really no buildup, and only a few moments after you quit physical stimulation, you start going limp again. Pretty normal for you, really. Shaking your head in befuddlement, you finish off your shower and get dried off, heading back to your room to dress before heading down for breakfast.\n\nYour mother blinks at you as you sit down at the table. "Honey, you look exhausted. What time did you get to bed last night?"\n\n"Not that late," you reply with a little squirm. "I guess I just didn't rest too well. Um. Bad dream."\n\n"Aw. Well we all have nights like that sometimes. Maybe try to get to bed a little earlier tonight."\n\nBefore the day is over, you've managed to convince yourself that's what it was... just a dream. A very strange... intense... ... wet dream. But obviously one that won't be repeating. Right?\n\nFollowing your mother's advice, you decide to turn in a little early that night, changing into your sleeping clothes and flopping into bed, squirming underneath the top sheet and curling on your side. It's only as you're about to drift off that you realize you didn't leave your underwear on under your pajama pants like usual. Blushing at the realization, you're also a little confused... you never really do that, it can be too, uh, distracting. Still, the last thing you want to do tonight is encourage sexual thoughts, so instead you do your best to relax, and slip off into sleep.\n\nYou awaken in the dark to the sound of a familiar giggle. Your eyes go wide and you twist your head, looking up. The incubus is standing there, legs spread and feet planted to either side of you, his cock dangling down again, but actually looking even longer and thicker than last night. "Ready for round two, slut?"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|QOInc1x3]]

"Um." For a few moments you're just flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing, before you manage a nervous grin. "Th-thanks, Mary. I mean... I really like you too, and care a lot about you, and you're... really great."\n\nYou watch her smile settle a little, the set of her eyes becoming a little more sad. But she just nods and tucks the earbud back into her ear, gazing off past the fence and out over the schoolyard. Nervously, you turn your attention back to the book, trying to force yourself to become absorbed in reading it again.\n\nMary's quiet for the rest of the day, seeming very subdued, perking up briefly when you see Maya that afternoon... though somehow you get the feeling that's a bit forced. It's the same thing when she talks to your parents... she's long since just become part of the household, and rather than quietly accepting her presence, both your mother and father seem to enjoy her. But something about how she's pushing the smile seems to get through, and it's overall a very quiet night. Once the two of you have retired to your room, she settles on the bed, curled up a bit and listening to her music. You feel a bit nervous and unsettled doing your MMOing with her like that, but you're just not sure what to say. Eventually you glance at the clock and log out, going over to tap on Mary's shoulder, waiting for her to unplug an ear before saying, "I need to change, so...?"\n\nShe nods, her face a little blank as she gets up and walks out of the room. You sigh, really not sure how to handle this, but unable to think of anything else. You change into your usual pajama pants and tanktop, then head to the door. Mary's on the other side, as usual changed just as swiftly, but tonight she's wearing a blue silk robe that covers her from shoulders to ankles, holding her hands tugging it further closed in front, her head lowered a bit. You resist the urge to sigh... great, you've upset her so bad she wants to cover up more. You consider offering the guest bedroom to her, but somehow that just seems like it would make it worse. You wait for her to come in, then close the door and flick the light off, the room now lit just by the moonlight from outside. Trying to operate on routine, you climb into bed and lay down on your side, facing the wall. But no warm form comes snuggling up to your back. Instead you hear a soft, "Master...?"\n\nYou turn to look at her, sitting up, your eyes going wide as she slips the robe off of her shoulders and lets it pool on the ground. Her perfectly tan body is bare beneath, shadowed in the moonlight, perfect breasts bared, smooth crotch uncovered. As you stare, her wings unfurl, horns pressing up out of the sides of her head, while she keeps her face down a bit, eyes hidden in shadows.\n\n"Master... am I ugly?" she whispers.\n\n"W-what... no," you croak, shaking your head. "No, Mary, you're... you're gorgeous, I..." You trail off, just shaking your head again.\n\n"... I know I'm not," she murmurs, and in the soft silvery light, a wet glimmer runs down one cheek, then the other. "I know I'm not," she repeats, her voice shaking as she presses her palms to her cheeks. "I can see Master getting hard when he looks at me... feel his excitement when I press against him... even hear his heart racing when he looks at me in the sun... so why...?" she continues, her voice cracking. "Why won't you touch me...?"\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a stinging heat in your eyes. "Mary... I just... I don't want to force you to-"\n\n"I <i>want</i> you to touch me!" she cries desperately, dropping her hands and clenching them into fists, her head coming up and showing those beautiful blue eyes full of tears. "I want you on me, inside of me! I want you to..." She trails off with a soft sob, rubbing a palm across one of her cheeks. "I sleep beside you every night, hoping that night will be the one you pull me to you. I make clothes every day, hoping it's the day you pull them off of me. I tell you I love you... and the only thing I wanted to hear was that you loved me too..."\n\nTrembling, fighting back your tears and starting to lose, you lower your head. "... You got forced into being my familiar. What I've done isn't anything special. I haven't done anything but just... be decent to you and treat you like a person, that doesn't deserve love."\n\n"You <b><i>liar</i></b>!" she almost screams, clenching her fists in front of her throat, her teeth gritting and her face twisting with anger, your eyes coming up to her in shock. Her voice comes out in an almost whimper, tone desperate as she whispers, "I'm a succubus. I'm <i>nothing</i> but an object! I was made, made <i>for you</i>, to be used, fucked like a sex doll, drained like a magic battery, consulted like a textbook, and you... you hold my hand, and buy me a phone, you take me to movies, you take me to school, you share music with me and talk to me about TV shows and you act like I'm a person and you think that isn't <i>special to me</i>?!" Her mouth twists, and then she drops her head, sobbing softly, her shoulders shaking.\n\nSwallowing hard, tears running down your cheeks, you stand and step over to her, reaching out, only to flinch as she whirls away, sobbing out a "No!" and trembling. You stand miserably, watching her cry, until she calms enough to turn back to you, tear-streaked face raising, blue eyes staring into your brown ones.\n\n"I love you," she whispers, the words hurting because of how heartbroken they sound. "I may not have existed for very long, but I know that. And I know how rare it is. I wasn't made to love... but you treated me like a person. And now I can love. And I love you. So if you don't love me... if you can never be with me... tell me now. ... Let me go," she adds, looking away. "Don't make me live with this if it can never be."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her you love her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Tell her it can never be.|QOSuc]]

You find yourself grinning. "Sure. I guess you should get to relax sometimes too, huh? Just be ready with whatever mind-whammy you used to make everyone forget I nearly punched a hole in a locker."\n\n"Eheh, Master noticed, huh?" Mary says a bit sheepishly, brushing her fingertip against her cheek.\n\n"Yeah, that seemed a little out of the bounds of your 'it's normal' thing."\n\n"I can do stronger stuff too, yeah." Mary grins, then closes her eyes and lets out a long breath, her wings and horns gradually expanding, the leathery expanses behind her unfurling. There's very much the sense of a muscle being relaxed, as if she'd been holding herself tensed for awhile. Beaming, she settles down to sit on the rooftop, folding her legs and putting in her headphones, then rummaging in her bag for her lunch.\n\nYou grin and settle down near her, pulling out your own lunch and the book you're currently reading, enjoying the sun and breeze, and the faint sound of music from Mary's headphones. You eventually look up at the sound of the music getting a bit louder, and the sound of Mary saying "Hey, Master?" You look up, and for just a moment you're struck... her head is tilted, blonde hair spilling down over her shoulder, a smile somehow both shy and exuberant on her face, those amazing blue eyes fixed right on you, horns and wings more framing the sweet natural beauty they're attached to than detracting or distracting from it. "Y-yeah?" you stammer, staring at her.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0XMHJHc.png?1>\n\n"I love you, Master," she says softly, eyes sparkling a bit brighter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Thank her.|QOSuc2x12]]

You've heard some various stuff about how gross it is for guys to want to "defend a maiden's honor" by acting all tough. None of it is coming to mind at the moment, since 1) Mary is clearly looking at you hoping you'll do something 2) someone treating her like that has <i>really</i> pissed you off.\n\nYour face a thundercloud, feeling an entirely uncharacteristic rush of pure rage running through you, you turn and snarl out, "Hey <b>asshole</b>!"\n\nThe entire hallway goes silent like someone had flipped a switch. The senior himself slowly turns around, stepping back over to you and glowering down at you, having head and shoulders and several repeated grades on you. "The fuck you say to me?"\n\n"I said, don't you ever do that again, asshole, or I'll make you sorry," you snarl back, matching him glare for glare unflinchingly.\n\n"And the fuck you gonna do about-" he begins.\n\nYour hand snaps out, not at him, but to the side. Some part of you is still in control enough to realize that you'd quite possibly get kicked out of school for being in a fight, even if the other party almost killed you like he should be able to. Instead your fist impacts the locker next to you, and instead of the crack of bone and burst of pain there should be, there's the crunch and shriek of twisting metal. The senior goes pale as he looks at your fist half-buried in the locker door... which appears to be smoking slightly.\n\n"Go ahead. Say something about 'thots', motherfucker," you growl.\n\n"Uh, all women are queens, or some shit," he replies faintly, holding both hands up and backing away slowly, before turning and getting in much more of a hurry.\n\nThere's quiet for a moment more, before people start chattering again. You slowly draw your fist away with a huff... then stare at it as Maya and Mary hurry over, Mary throwing her arms around you. "Yay! Way to go!"\n\n"The fuck, Jamie?" Maya murmurs, staring at your fist as well. "I'd swear it was on fire when you threw the punch. Like, literally on fire."\n\n"Well, he does have a succubus familiar," Mary says rather smugly, making both of you stare at her. "I'm not here just to look pretty, yanno!"\n\nLater that day, during lunch, Mary urges you to head up to the roof with her. Normally all the students are forced into the cafeteria like some sort of quarantine, but with Mary's little spells it's easy enough to get away and head up to the fenced-off area. Which really looks like it was intended to be used anyway... probably the teachers come up here to smoke or something.\n\n"Hey, um," you say nervously as you follow Mary out. "I don't... want you to think I was trying to... I don't know, 'white knight' or something..."\n\n"Master, I'm a succubus, if anyone doesn't need a guy second-guessing himself it's me," she answers with a giggle, whirling around to face you and giving you the most gentle smile you've seen yet. "Maybe some girls don't like a guy coming to their rescue, but I do. As long as that guy is you, Master."\n\nYou blush and glance aside, rubbing the back of your neck, then glancing up. "Well. Okay. That thing with the punch was... shocking."\n\n"I'll figure out how much has been affected later," she says breezily, obviously unbothered. Then she ahs, "Hey, Master? Could I, you know... relax?" she says, gesturing a bit in the direction of her back and head.\n\nYou look at her in confusion, then blink. That's right... you haven't seen her wings and horns since she was first summoned. For the last week, the two of you have either been in your house, with one or more of your parents around, or in public. \n\n<hr>\n[[Sure.|QOSuc2x11]]\n\n[[Not a good idea.|QOSuc3x1]]

Somewhat intrigued by the new age title clashing with the obviously aged tome, you pull <i>The Necessity of Change</i> over and open it up. As you'd expect of a particularly old volume, there are no acknowledgements pages or printing notes, it gets right to business with the first page declaring at the top 'Glory to Tzeentch!' ... Huh. Haven't you seen that name somewhere before? Maybe on the internet? It seems very vaguely familiar but you can't place it and don't feel like derailing your reading from the very first line to go off on a tangent. So instead you keep on reading as the book begins to expound on the glory of change for the sake of change, and the powers of magic and alteration.\n\nIt actually takes you awhile to notice one of the odder aspects of the book... the font keeps changing. You're fairly certain it's an actual font, probably from an old-time printing press, it's too neat and clear for hand writing. But if so they must have been subtly altering the letter plates virtually every few sentences, since it changes so gradually that you can't immediately notice it while reading. Only by flipping from the twentieth page or so back to the first is the change really noticeable. Shrugging, you continue on... so far it's mostly just a bunch of yapping about how all forms of change are to be sought after, how any change is good, how stagnation is worse than death. Gradually it begins to assert that the best and most desirable thing is chaos... pure, utter chaos, creating a constant churn of change with nothing ever the same from moment to moment.\n\nAt first it was all just rather speculative and philosophical, and the only reason you kept reading was because everything about the book says that it's antique, and yet the anarchistic philosophies it broaches are definitely at odds with the era it looks like it was printed in. But as you read on it begins to get to what you suspect is the point... a prediction of the Time of Change, that will start right here, in Helmuth, by the sounds of it. 'Finally, a bit of authentic local myth,' you think smugly, reading on. The author continues to go into great detail about how the Time of Change will be a wonderful era full of chaos where not even biology or physics is the same from day to day, and then begins to expound on when the Time of Change will arrive. All very generic things, obviously... the castle of the ruler of a great nation will be engulfed in flames, a plague brought about by cruelty upon an emerald land, eighty-six shall die in fire while the great city celebrates outside, the whole world shall plunge into a war brought upon by court jesters playing at assassins...\n\nThe last gives you pause. The whole world plunged into war... it's not like no one ever came up with the concept before, but the specific mention of the assassins acting like court jesters sounds a lot like the hamhanded and ridiculous assassination of Archduke Ferdinand that essentially kicked off World War I. The realization makes something tickle in your brain, and you look at the previous mention... the Windsor Fire in New York City? Feeling a rush of cold down your spine, you continue reading. The analytical part of your brain insists that the events you're describing can't be actual predictions, it's all just vague nonsense that your brain is leaping to confirmation bias on once you clicked a few real-life events to the pattern. And yet, it keeps getting more and more specific, the predictions less and less vague, the numbers and even dates more exacting, all of it overlaid with the idea that all of this order, all of this following some grand design is just a buildup to unleashing the Time of Change.\n\nYou stare at the next page as you turn it, finding yourself reading the last line of the predictions over and over again. 'And he shall speak with charm and smiles, and make promises of hope and <b>change</b>. Eight years will he reign, and when he has descended the throne, soon shall follow the Time of Change.'\n\nYou swallow hard, tongue nervously flicking over your lips, as you let your eyes shift slightly to the right. It looks like there's roughly a quarter of the book left... what could possibly be in it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Refuse to read.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Read on, but reluctantly.|WilmaLibrary3x2]]\n\n[[Read on eagerly.|WilmaLibrary]]

Since they apparently armed and armored you when they hijacked you, time to show them what a bad idea that was from start to finish. You snatch the gun out of the holster at your hip and point it at the green-skinned guy. "Alright, listen you, send me back to Earth <i>right now</i>, or I'll blow your head off or melt you into a puddle or whatever the hell this thing does!"\n\nHe shakes his head sadly, 'tsk'ing softly under his breath. "Youths today. Where did they go wrong?"\n\n"Oh now that is just-" You blink as red text reading 'Blaster deactivated' suddenly flashes on your helmet HUD. "What?"\n\nSomething slams into your side just below your arm with all the force of a well-filled water balloon and sends a tingling sensation like a strong static shock spreading through your entire body. You topple over, twitching and spasming, and your vision fuzzing and blurring as the sensation reaches your head.\n\n"Thank you, Ydoncha," you hear the man's voice say, tinny and warbling.\n\n"I just <i>love</i> saving your life, Captain," you can hear the woman reply in an up-and-down register with a bass drop right before you pass out.\n\nYou awaken with a gasp and a lurch to find yourself laying on a padded shelf, in a small room without much other than said shelf in it, one wall nothing but a slightly blue-tinted wavering blank that shows a hallway outside. You look down at yourself... you're wearing a snug white tanktop and loose orange pants, and can feel something around your neck. Touching it with your fingers finds that it's a smooth silver collar without any apparent breaks or fastening devices.\n\nAs you're trying to decide how to process all of this, a middle-aged woman with purple skin, green hair, and solid gold eyes, wearing what looks like a very standard skirt-suit, walks in front of the obvious force field and turns to face you. "Miss LaChance, I am Edwina Ekchisarak, your assigned public defender. We'll be going to your trial here in a few moments so I'd like to discuss that with you."\n\n"W-wha? Trial? A few minutes?!" You stand up and rush to the field, at the last moment deciding against touching it in case it's one of those kinds that shocks you. "Don't we have to, like, go over my defense or something?!"\n\n"Your defense is simple, obvious, and requires no elaboration. That being that you didn't think to read or check the print inside the bag that you bought before putting on the suit and effectively signing your contract, and that you were under extreme emotional duress when you pulled your gun on a Space Ranger... a superior officer, at that, since you hadn't formally turned in your resignation at that point. All of that has already been made clear to the ruling panel and taken into account, and the most severe penalties have already been taken off of the table. There are really only two ways forward, at this point."\n\n"What do you mean, only two? I just want to go home!"\n\n"I realize that, but there is virtually no way that is going to happen. There is an extremely, extremely small chance you could convince them to do so, but the more likely result is making your situation worse. That is why I urge you to plead guilty to the charges."\n\n"Plead guilty? Seriously?!"\n\n"Yes. If you plead guilty, the judging panel has agreed to send you to a low security rehabilitation world. You'll serve out your tour of duty there... five years... after which you'll be discharged and paid your accrued salary, minus a small monthly fine. The amount should still be enough to afford you a transport willing to take you to this 'Earth' and drop you off. It's an extremely good deal and I've already worked very hard to set it up."\n\nYou brood on that for a few moments, then ask, "And if I plead not guilty?"\n\nShe sighs. "If you plead not guilty, the best I can really do is re-state the circumstances that the judges already know, but without the contrition of a guilty plea. I suppose it's theoretically possible the judges might change their minds if they see that you are a relative youngling, but most likely you will be sent to a medium security prison facility for anywhere from five to ten years. You can also make other arguments, but I highly advise against that... the judges have extremely broad discretion in these matters, since you are still technically a member of a military agency under their purview. However, I am ultimately your lawyer, and I must accede to the whims of my client. So, if I may ask, what are your intentions?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Plead Guilty.|GGSR5x1]]\n\n[[Plead Not Guilty.|GGSR3x3]]

"Look, no way," you say, raising both hands in negation. "I don't know anything about any of this and I'm not having it, I want out and I want to go home."\n\n"Well, while you're bound by contract, it is part of the service that any Space Ranger can resign their commission at any time," the green-skinned guy muses aloud, bringing his hand up to rub his chin... or rather, rub his faceplate over his chin. "So if that's really how you feel..."\n\n"Yup, definitely how I feel."\n\n"Very well then! Ydoncha, prepare to send the civilian to the nearest aligned world!"\n\n"Nearest... aligned world?" You blink. "That's Earth, right?"\n\n"Ahahaha! Of course not!"\n\n"The nearest aligned world is Akatotia. It's about halfway across the galaxy from where we got you," the black-skinned woman says flatly. "Sorry, but that's the super ultra kind and empathetic Space Ranger policy. If you resign your commission while still under your contract of service, you get discharged on the nearest world with a Space Ranger outpost and have to make your own way home from there."\n\n"You're just gonna dump me on some alien world to find my own way back to Earth?!" you yelp.\n\n"Really justice-like, ain't it?" she drawls.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... fine!|GGSR]]\n\n[[No, this is bullshit! Force them to send you home!|GGSR3x2]]

At this point, you decide to read the rest of the book mostly because you desperately want it to provide some measure of hope that this Time of Change can be averted, because your doubt that it's approaching is steadily vanishing from your mind. Unfortunately as you read on, you're horrified to realize that the book is now giving a succinct summary of someone's life story... your life story! A handful of specific events from your childhood and teenage years that all taken together could hardly describe anyone else, a description of your meeting Ted, Tanya, and Skinny, and it all ends with you sitting here in the library in Helmuth!\n\n'And she shall read the words, and emerge to look into the sky, and see the first of the stars to fall. And then she shall bear witness to the Time of Change with her own eyes, and those eyes shall be the last in the world to look upon it as once all saw it.'\n\nSwallowing hard again, you force yourself to continue, and discover that there really is some faint amount of hope. Apparently the followers of Tzeentch can't just sit back and wait for the Time of Change to happen, they have to take some specific actions at specific places and even at specific times to bring it about in its 'proper' form. The actions have to take place in conjunction with the alignment of certain stars and planets with Earth and other celestial bodies, and some furious searching on your cellphone indicates that the final celestial event marking the time for a ritual is roughly a week from now. You have one week to prevent the end of the world! Or at least, the end of the world as you or anyone else alive knows it!\n\nYou hesitate though as you look back over the descriptions of the places. If you're interpreting these right, they're all over the continent... to get to them in time to stop them all (because it looks like otherwise, they can still bring about some sort of cataclysmic event), you'd have to convince Ted and Tanya to hire the very fastest passenger jets, and other modes of transportation besides. You'd have to convince your friends that A) the apocalypse is real and coming, B) they have to help you stop it, and C) they shouldn't blame you because you're apparently part of the catalyst for it. Can you... can you really do that? Is it actually possible for four ragtag twenty-somethings and their big goofy dog to avert doomsday?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell them.|WilmaLibrary]]\n\n[[Don't.|WilmaLibrary3ax1]]

You peer into the bin of of little gummi figures, thinking that 'humans' is certainly a gummi theme you've never seen before. You notice that they're actually anatomically correct, too, contoured to have little legs and the meeting of such, little boobs or little dicks, and in some cases both. You snicker to yourself, thinking that these must be meant for bachelor/bachelorette parties or something. In part because you think your friends will find them hilarious, in part just to see if they'll actually let someone your age buy them, you snag one of the plastic bags from a container nearby and put a few scoopfuls of the gummi people in it.\n\nThe well-endowed blonde at the counter doesn't say a word about you buying them, however, though there's definitely a distinct twinkle in her catlike green eyes when she tells you to enjoy them. You head outside with your bag of vaguely naughty goodies, mildly disappointed that you didn't get a flustered response, but still looking forward to showing them off to friends.\n\nHm. Calling up everyone you know and saying 'OMG guys I got candy with dongs!' might be just a bit too juvenile, even for, well, a juvenile. You scroll through your contacts list, picking out a couple of potentials. Probably best to call up just one buddy, as a sort of acid test on whether the candy his hilarious or lame.\n\n<hr>\n[[Text Jimmy.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Text Megan.|GGCandy]]

"I'll assist with the interrogation of the Raptarran, Admiral," you agree, frowning. "I want to know how the hell that thing remained undetected aboard the <i>Maine</i> for so long without being detected by our sensor sweeps."\n\n"Something we're very interested in as well, Commander," Admiral Bigguns agrees grimly, her large breasts jiggling slightly as she stands up. "Let's go."\n\nThe Raptarran has been set up in a holding area interrogation room. Since most of those are set up for humanoid prisoners, it looks like security and engineering have had to get a bit creative... you wonder what the bleeding hearts would think of a metal collar bolted to a metal table bolted to the floor, with forcefield bands around its middle to pin its arms to its sides. A pair of somehow generic-looking male human security officers are standing in corners of the room with phaser rifles, apparently ready to stun it again on a moment's notice.\n\nYou pull out the chair of the table and settle into it, eyeing the creature, trying not to glance at the mirrored wall behind which the Admiral and some others are watching. "So. Do you have a name?" you decide to start out with.\n\n"Our names do not translate well to your tongue," the alien responds in its clicks and trills, the room's universal translator rendering the words in a bass voice. "The closest way to translate it would be something like 'Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus'."\n\n"... Some name," you reply blandly, doing your best not to let your eyes look at your own blonde bangs now. You have to hand it to him, that's fairly well derailed your train of thought. You decide to get right to the heart of the matter. "Don't suppose you'd care to tell us how you evaded our sensor scans?"\n\n"I was created to," he answers easily enough, actually sounding rather smug. "We are masters of genetics... we pursue them for our own amusement. While we do not always practice them on our own kind, I am one of the greatest exceptions. I was designed and birthed to be an infiltrator and saboteur... making your sensors blind to me is as easy for me as you would find shrugging your delicate little shoulders."\n\n"... I see. So you were aboard the <i>Maine</i> already when we beamed aboard."\n\n"Yes. I waited until the rather succulent red-haired female was alone and then raped her. She was relatively easy to break... only two loads in each of her lower holes and she was begging me for more," he coos with such easy smugness that he's either the most accomplished liar you've ever heard of or telling the truth. "I spent the remainder of the time having her suck my cock and tongue my ass, since you frustratingly kept the others on the bridge with you. Had you not ambushed me in the monitor room, I would already have escaped, rendevoused with my new human slut, and started gathering others."\n\n"You know where Doctor Fukher is, then?"\n\nHe makes a motion rather like a shrug. "We had no specific plans, I knew I would be able to find her."\n\n"Why did you want her with you? Some twisted idea of... being mated? Just the pleasure of it?" you demand, your lip curling at his perversity.\n\nHe chuffs, a sound the translator renders as a chuckle. "No. She will birth more soldiers like myself. Those will have my own abilities... sadly, their own offspring, even with her, will not have such abilities, but they will still be Raptarrans. Strong, fast, intelligent, their brains gaining technical knowledge automatically as they grow."\n\nYou feel your blood run cold, and try not to let your fear show. Unfortunately by the way his nostrils flare and his glistening red cock comes slipping out of its leathery sheath, he's quite aware, and his toothy smirk grows wider. "But such soldiers wouldn't be ready for years," you venture.\n\nThat makes him trill loudly, the translation coming through as boisterous laughter. "Try days. I was made to be capable of creating a Raptarran invasion from behind the enemy's lines in a month, not years!"\n\n"You're lying," you assert, starting to stab a finger at him, then thinking better of it when you remember those sharp teeth aren't muzzled. "Why would you tell us all of this, if it were true?"\n\n"Because it doesn't matter," he says simply. "I can tell you as many of my secrets as you like. If you'll let me fuck you, I'll even tell you some of my people's technological secrets, give you a bit of a jump on us," he continues, shaking his tail and making his cock waggle, sending a few drops of pre spraying to the floor. "We like it when our conquests give us a challenge. I wouldn't even be scolded when I was retrieved."\n\nScowling and deciding you don't care to hear any more at the moment, you push yourself up from the table and leave the room. Admiral Bigguns and her associates turn towards you as you enter the viewing room. "From everything we can tell, he's telling the truth," she allows. "About everything. Assuming he can't fool the sensors as well as render himself invisible to them."\n\n"So what do we do? If what he said is true, Doctor Fukher is out there somewhere with a potential invader army in her womb and a compromised mind," you answer, folding your arms.\n\n"We've already tripled our efforts at finding the doctor, the moment he said that," the Admiral says, walking towards the door and beckoning you. "Please join me, Commander." She clasps her hands behind her back, breasts bouncing just slightly with every step she takes. If that's what she's like with support, you have to wonder what she'd be like naked. Cutting into your wondering if such thoughts count as insubordination, she continues, "If these Raptarrans are as advanced and powerful as he claims, the only reason they haven't conquered the Federation already is because they haven't bothered to try. We're going to need every advantage we can get to prepare ourselves for them, as well as these latest RubBorg incursions. Now, Commander, that... thing... made an offer, and I want to be very clear that I would never order you to do anything like that, and that if you decline to do so no harm will come to your career..."\n\n"But you'd like me to volunteer to let it rape me, so that it will share the secrets of Raptarran technology with us," you supply flatly.\n\nYou don't actually see her wince, but the tone of her voice makes it clear she'd like to. "I wouldn't have put it like that... and perhaps that's wrong of me. I would not <i>like</i> it at all, but it may be that we can bribe him similarly whether or not you volunteer. If you decline, I completely understand. There will be a place for you on the new Anti-Raptarran Taskforce anyway... or you can simply be moved on to your next assignment. It's your choice, Commander, and I promise you that you will suffer no censure or recriminations for it. ... But remember, this too is a service the galaxy needs of you, and if you don't sacrifice, someone else will be asked to."\n\nYour jaw clenches a little, but you nod. You can't exactly argue with that. So...\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to letting the Raptarran fuck you.|TrekF12x1]]\n\n[[Join the Anti-Raptarran Task Force.|TrekF5x4]]\n\n[[Move on to your next assignment.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"This is <i>BULLSHIT</i>!" you shriek, lurching forward and thrusting your fists towards the judges. "You fucking fascists, I'm not crazy, you're the ones that are crazy you fucking Big Military freaks!"\n\nEdwina reaches out to put her hands on your back as if to urge you to calm down, but you wheel on her in a rage and shove her to the floor, looming over her as she yelps and scrabbles backwards, strands of green hair falling free of her bun. "This is your fault, you incompetent bitch!" you snarl. "If you'd done your job and made sure they knew it was the gun's fault, this would never-!"\n\nYou're cut off as a shock passes through your body, making your throat seize and all your muscles twitch and spasm. You near-instantly drop to the floor, bucking and jerking for a few moments more, before it stops. As your consciousness starts to fade again, you can just barely hear the lead judge saying, "In light of the defendant's erratic display and assault on civilian personnel, the sentence is revised to a maximum security mental rehabilitation facility for a period of no less than three years."\n\nYou come to, feeling like you're laying on a thin layer of the marshmallow cream that's inside some snack cakes... soft, yielding, and a little sticky. The floor and ceiling are all white, with little gently-pulsing shades of color here and there in seemingly random places. You groan and try to sit up, only to find that when you try to move your arms to do so not much happens, and you're left to flop slightly. Forcing yourself to focus a little more, you look down to find that you're wearing something tight, shiny, and white... it is in fact so tight that it looks like you've been vacuum-sealed into it. It has long sleeves that completely sheath your arms, pulling them across your body under your breasts and behind you, apparently fastening to your back; your breasts are individually 'sealed', the material apparently thin enough and conforming enough that the shape of your nipples is visible. The top leaves your hips bare and goes down in a very thin strip between your legs... it's impossible to tell what it's doing in back since other than where it's actively restraining you, you can barely feel the stuff on you, leaving you with a feeling of simultaneously being tightly covered, displayed, and naked. Your legs and feet are bare, other than a set of thin metal bands with little black squares on one spot of them, one around each thigh and one around each ankle for four in all.\n\nYou also realize that your mouth feels faintly uncomfortable... not painful, or sore, just mildly uncomfortable. Trying to move your jaw yields the reason... you've apparently been fitted with some sort of facemask/gag combo. The facemask keeps your jaw from moving at all, while the gag fits not only in between your teeth but clamps lightly on your tongue to keep it from moving either. Your mouth has been effectively and completely immobilized. At least other than the straitjacket(?), your body doesn't seem to have been bound up, and after a few moments of simmering in anger, you manage to shove yourself over to the wall and work yourself up into a sitting position. Not that it does much but give you a different angle to look at the cell from, but at least you feel a little more accomplished. It looks like there is a door, just from the faint outline in the wall, and not too long after you've gotten into your sitting position, it slides open.\n\nA guy... at least you think it's a guy, he's lean and a bit androgynous... walks in. It's not surprising he's an alien... his skin and fluffy-looking hair are both similar shades of purple, and his eyes are a slightly more pinkish neon hue of glowing purple. He's wearing something that looks sort of like pale blue scrubs, albeit with a slightly sharper cut and a little glowing panel on the chest with the text 'Doctor' and his picture on it. "Good morning, Patient 8971!" he says in a chirpy tone. "Allow me to introduce myself and explain your situation. I'm Doctor Arbrite. You are at the Anzibi Psychiatric Prison where you will be for the next three years. You have been assigned prisoner number 8971, though of course we prefer to think of you as a patient! You will only be referred to by your number here... we feel it encourages you to leave all the expectations of your identity from the outside there, so we can really tackle the root of your problems!"\n\nWhile you continue to glare at him, he looks at the clipboard... though it's obviously more of a tablet of some kind. "Let's see... ruled to be mentally ill due to admitted inability to control violent impulses in the vicinity of potential weapons. My my, that is a tough one. And it seems you assaulted your public defender too... possibly some issues of inability to distinguish friend and foe there, that's a tough one, it can make treatment a lot more difficult. But! Don't you worry, we'll do our best to get you sorted out! In three years you'll hopefully be able to go before the panel a changed sentient, and you won't get your sentence extended. Oh dear, your vitals just jumped. Here, let me shift that."\n\nHe taps the clipboard's surface, and you can feel the parts of the gag sliding off your tongue and teeth, then away from your mouth and parting along your cheeks, leaving you to gasp loudly... it wasn't interfering with your breathing at all, but somehow it feels like it should have been, and you can still feel it pressing along the line of your jaw and your cheekbones even as you snap, "You mean I don't even automatically get out in three years?!"\n\n"Oh heavens no! Three years is just your minimum sentence for the two instances of assault!" Arbrite says as cheerfully as ever. "But if at the end of that time it's judged that you haven't made sufficient progress with your mental health, your stay with us will be extended indefinitely until such time as you are judged safe to rejoin society."\n\nWhile you're sitting there stunned, he continues, "Of course, exactly how, where, and how enjoyable it is to serve that sentence is almost entirely up to you, and the progress you make. If you cooperate and show that you're working on conquering your issues, you can gradually be moved from this extended solitary confinement to more comfortable quarters connected to social and entertainment areas. The other option is that you can voluntarily undergo one of the various elective procedures we practice here, which would allow you to almost immediately be moved to the position of a trustee. You would become more like an employee with on-site housing than an inmate." He smiles a bit more at your blink. "Of course, the procedures are a bit more... radical... than more standard therapeutic methods, but we like patients to be involved in shaping their treatment, so if that's your decision, I can take you to the treatment center almost immediately."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do a procedure.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGSR]]

"The gun, blame it on the gun," you murmur back quietly.\n\n"I... don't follow."\n\n"They handed me a weapon, right? It's only natural I'd use it to get violent and demand people do what I want," you insist. "They say that on Earth all the time, that guns just encourage people to be violent, and that's what happened, it's their fault that they gave me the gun!"\n\n"... Very well." Edwina clears her throat as she straightens up and addresses the judges again. "Your honors, on my client's homeworld it is culturally understood that an individual being in possession of a gun means that they are more likely to use it in a violent manner. My client therefore wishes to argue that by giving her a weapon, it is in fact the fault of Captain Commander that she threatened a superior officer... Captain Commander, in this instance... with it."\n\n"Deliberating upon your arguments." The judges sit back in their chairs, and you can see lights on their implants blinking at high speed. It takes about a minute before the one in the center leans forward again. "It is the finding of this court that the defendant is criminally insane, and should therefore be remanded to a medium security mental health facility for treatment and rehabilitation."\n\n"WHAT?!" you yelp.\n\n"To argue that access and opportunity to use violence equals an irresistable impulse to do violence indicates a mental abnormality in which the individual is already prone to violence, and therefore a threat to others with any item that could potentially be used to inflict violence. You are therefore being remanded to a mental health facility for diagnosis and treatment until it is judged that you do not associate the potential for violence with the certainty of violence, and are thus safe to mingle with other sentients." He presses a control in front of him, a loud and somewhat familiar <b>THOOM-THOOM</b> resounding through the courtroom.\n\n<hr>\n[[Grudgingly go along.|GGSR4x1]]\n\n[[Lose your shit.|GGSR3x5]]

Maybe there's some sort of instructions you missed. You rush back to the box to look through it, and soon find, half tucked under a fold in the cardboard, a little glossy bit of paper with lettering on it.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\n\n"Tell me that sooner!" you shout, tossing the paper to the floor. Huffing, you rub your face with both hands. Okay. So long as you don't, like... burn the costume or something stupid, you'll apparently turn back when the sun comes up. As strange as it seems, you'll apparently be fine. \n\nStill, you now have to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening. You suppose you could just go to the party, like you planned... you've got, admittedly, a costume that should surprise everyone when they hear it's you. Though you're not sure if you could entirely live down appearing before everyone as such a pretty little girlyboi.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct15x4]]

You're a thirty-two-year-old man named Mike (just a regular joe). You have short hair-colored hair and neutral-colored eyes, and are neither particularly ugly or particularly handsome, nor remarkably stupid or exceptionally intelligent. You're just a very average guy who's had very average success... well, for some metric of "success". See, you've never been the sort to hold down a really <i>regular</i> job. You've got an ongoing contract with a temp agency that keeps you in fairly regular employment, but your average span at one job is roughly two weeks. Still, it generally suits you pretty well, you get to try lots of different things and are never in one place long enough for it to become truly life-suckingly boring.\n\nOn this particular day, you get up and check your for-public-consumption email (because you realized that putting RikkuTits4ever@rule69.com on job applications wasn't a terribly great idea) to find that you do indeed have an assignment from the temp agency. In fact, it's something of an embarrassment of riches... they've had such a flood of demands for warm bodies that you actually have your pick of assignments this time! The email lists your options as:\n\n<b>Security Guard</b> position at [[Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse|MikeFiestaStart]]. Hours are Midnight to Six AM on weeknights. Pay is minimum wage plus $100 if you last the entire week (apparently they've had retention issues). Vital job skills are listed as: time and resource management, diligence, and... courage?\n\n<b>Janitorial Staff</b> position at [[The Boobonic Institute|MikeMSTStart]]. Huh... must be some sort of disease control place with a penchant for typos. Anyway, hours are "flexible", pay is minimum wage plus "staff privileges", whatever that means. Vital job skills are listed as: thoroughness, inoffensiveness, and a strong stomach.\n\n<b>Test Subject</b> position at [[AppAssure Industries|MikeAppStart]]. Normally, being a guinea pig for drug trials and whatnot would be a little bottom-of-the-barrel even for you. However your agency is promising a <i>big</i> bonus if you'll just do even one test. Apparently the client is a bit desperate for subjects and willing to pay top dollar for some help.\n\n<b>Dispute Settlement Specialist</b> position at [[Dark Planet LLC|DarkMikeStart]]. You're not really sure exactly what the job actually entails... there's a ton of corporatespeak and vague BS like "capable of brainstorming innovative solutions to recurring issues with hostile parties". On the other hand it's got two things going for it... one, it doesn't actually list any hard specifications like special degrees or years of experience, and two, one distinctly non-corporate bit at the end includes "Bonuses may include wealth and power beyond the comprehension of mere mortals." ... It's a red flag but at the same time a golden one so it would be a lie to say you're not tempted.

Deciding that if you can't put a little space between yourself and other people in uniform for at least a few hours you're going to let out a scream you've wanted to scream for a day or two now, you contact the hotel's computer and make arrangements for a room and get some directions before you clear your login and head out. Luckily your comm badge also serves as a decent GPS (though a few people give you odd looks as it chirps out directions... apparently everyone in the future has the entire fucking city memorized).\n\nThe hotel is one of many tall, reflective buildings that look like they were probably designed by painters instead of actual architects. Future construction materials, you guess. You walk in and a woman from some bumpy-forehead race you don't recognize sweeps over. "Commander Hawt! What a pleasure to see you! Do you have any luggage you need carried or beamed down?"\n\n"No, it's just me," you reply, realizing that everything you had on the <i>Venture</i> has most likely been lost. Oh well... most of it was the real Erin's, not yours. (Wait, was she real before you became her? These are the questions you try to avoid thinking about too much, honestly.) You've no real emotional attachment to any of it.\n\n"Well we always enjoy having Starbeat officers stay with us," she replies, gesturing you towards the lift and letting you walk ahead as she follows after. You kind of wonder why that is... isn't this a utopian communist future where they don't use money? Do they just get that much of a sense of satisfaction out of it? Except she answers you a moment later, "All of our replicators and services are of course available to you. Anything that incurs credit charges will be automatically billed to Starbeat, you can set the systems to display how much if you wish."\n\nOho. So there's a bit of capitalism existing here in the heart of the moneyless utopia. Wait, wasn't this a porno setting?! How much friggin' thought did some loser put into their Star Trek porno parody?! Geez. Anyway, you allow her to lead you to your room and explain that the door is now registered to your biosigns and point out the various features of the (very nice) room. At least she leaves without lingering hinting for a tip... presumably she knows you aren't actually carrying anything to give her one anyway. You head over to the large, sumptuous-looking bed and flop down on the side of it before accessing the bedside computer screen. Better check Starbeat's policy on these "credit" things, don't wanna get in trouble for overspending.\n\nTurns out at your rank, for this place, it's pretty much "unlimited". So you can replicate and use the other facilities all you like, not bad. You browse through some of the services, some of which are free, others that cost credits. There's a set of holosuites, an indoor pool, a buffet of exotic alien delicacies, in-suite masseuse services, an even bigger replicator library than the <i>Venture</i>...\n\nYou find yourself covering a yawn. Then again, you've had kind of a long day, and this bed feels really good just sitting on it. There's nothing to say it would be a bad decision to grab a quick bite, replicate some pajamas, and crawl under the covers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Holosuites.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Pool.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Buffet.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Massage.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Replicator.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Your name is Callista. You're twenty-four, and have been a martial arts enthusiast since you were a child. When other kids were taking Karate after school as a way to deal with bullies or kill time, you were trying to juggle Karate, Tai Kwan Do, and Jujitsu lessons. As you got older, you were able to find teachers in the less "mainstream" martial arts (not that you're some sort of fighting hipster, it's just that certain styles are more prevalent for teaching to twelve-year-olds), fighting in tournaments in college and joining the mixed martial arts circuit after.\n\nYou've worked hard to build a body that's suited to moving fast and fluidly and hitting hard and precisely. As such you've always avoided bulking up, developing a sleek, feminine musculature that's still obviously toned to perfection. You have very perky, almost conical C-cup breasts that a lot of women would die for and chiseled abs that a lot of men would kill for. Your skin is a natural tan, indicating your mixed heritage, and your brown hair has always grown quite fast... you generally cut it short during tournament season just in case (though most of the tournaments you go to tend to disallow hair-pulling), and let it grow long enough to put in a ponytail during the off season (such as now).\n\nCurrently you're not booked on any tournaments or tours, so are mostly doing body upkeep and style experimentation. But today you're sitting in your apartment, looking over some various offers your manager has sent you as possibly interesting.\n\n<b>[[Hell Kore|HellKoreStart]]</b>: From the name you'd write it off as some pathetic new upstart tournament trying to be "X-treme", but according to your manager it's a legit deal. Held out on a little island in Asia, it's supposed to be the ultimate mixed-styles tournament. You stare a little at some of the prizes listed. Your own weight in precious metals? A 1000 acre, fully-staffed, fully-stocked estate in China? <i>Immortality?!</i> That last has to be some kind of promotional joke.\n\n<b>[[Beach Volleyball|DOAStart]]</b>: Wait, what? You wonder if your manager sent you some other client's mail by mistake. But looking it over, it turns out that "Daddy Mac's Beach Volleyball Bash" is in fact aimed at female fighters. The deal seems pretty sweet on the surface... an all-expenses-paid vacation on a tropical resort island, and a cool million dollars just for showing up, and much bigger prizes for winning. You do notice that the signup form includes a contract agreeing to broadcast rights... must be why they can pay so much.

"Pull up the genetic sequencer menu, please," you note briskly as you find a somewhat more standard-shaped chair to settle into, though there's a big opening in the back and the seat is tilted down at a slightly odd angle. "And no funny stuff with suggestions or unsolicited additions."\n\n"Very well," RAIPE grumbles as he projects a holographic menu of all the genetic sequencer's options for changing someone.\n\nYou scroll through it, noting that there are a number of options that are apparently meant for just Raptarran operatives... making them stronger, faster, even harder to kill, wow, some of this stuff is pretty heavy. Do they not do it to everyone just to make sure they still have a challenge? There's a lot of other options too, all sorts of animals, the ability to make hybrids, things like that. You also notice that there are options for sex changes, which makes you pause. ... Eh, Stripe seems to like your pussy well enough, and at this point you might want to have little lizards with him or something, he'd probably super get off on that if nothing else. So you probably do want to keep that... although from some of these options, it's pretty clear that if you did want your dick back, you could have that too. (Raptarrans don't seem that picky, you doubt Stripe would mind.)\n\nAfter spending some time with the system, you decide that there are several options that appeal. One is to use the 'genetic optimizer' injection on yourself, which would basically bring your body to its utmost potential, all Captain America-like. You're betting since the Raptarrans wanted you nice and healthy for both their hunt and for breeding with, your body's got some pretty outstanding potential. The other option is to inject yourself with Raptarran DNA, effectively becoming a hybrid... what's more, doing that would allow you to use some of the other upgrades the system offers, since those are keyed to only work for Raptarrans. The final option is that apparently the ship has a very small amount of Silver Star Elf DNA onboard, the species that the ship is named after (well, the violation thereof). Apparently they were something of a galactic ubermensch before their empire crumbled, possessing all sorts of abilities beyond pretty much anything else.\n\nThe question is, what to choose?\n\n<hr>\n[[Maximum potential.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Maximum potential (but with a dick).|Stripe]]\n\n[[Raptarran DNA... definitely with a dick.|BadCypher10x8]]\n\n[[Silver Star Elf.|Stripe]]

"I'm afraid you have no bargaining position, little sister," you reply with a sneer, mentally urging the green and red wolves forward. Both abruptly assume Clydesdale form, the spacious room at least able to accommodate the massive horses with their jutting, immense cocks below them. It's a simple matter to induce the red one to roll over onto its back, and you lower Starfire down towards it.\n\n"Th-this is... friend Robin? But... but I did not think we would-" Starfire babbles, obviously gone even more scatterbrained than usual by the situation. Then she grits her teeth and rolls her eyes up as you maneuver her onto the crimson beast's cock, the huge flared head pushing her pussy open and sliding steadily deeper into her, her stomach bulging out with the equine shape of it and making every inch of progress completely clear. You keep urging her further and further down, keeping up the press of her bonds to move her onto it while Raven stares in horror. You don't stop until the opening of the Clydesdale's sheath is pressed against her stretched pussylips, the outline of its flared cockhead bulging from between her tits.\n\nOf course you immediately have the green Clydesdale mount up as well, Starfire shrieking with the intensity of sensation as its huge green cock shoves deep into her ass on the very first thrust. The horses whinny and snort as they start fucking both of her holes, the outline of the red one's cock made all the more stark by the pressure of the green one's inside her as well. Her pussy is soon gushing with every stroke of the horsecocks inside her, her gaping-open mouth starting to curl up in a brainless smile, her body trembling.\n\n"Mm, soon her body's grip on her mind will be loose enough and... ah yes," you coo, reaching a hand out, a dark flicker surrounding the crown of Starfire's head. She yowls with pleasure as you start erasing her mind, the sound becoming more and more of a literal yowl as it goes on. Her fingers shrink and curl, thumbs pressing in against her hands as curled claws press out from her fingertips and black fur begins to sprout from her skin. As her rear legs shift shape and shorten, a third pair of limbs starts pushing out from her ribcage, which briefly sprouts a second pair of perky orange tits before they and her original pair begin to flatten, the nipples shifting further down her torso as it too begins to be covered in fur. Antennae sprout from the spots on her forehead as her face pushes out into a muzzle, teeth turning sharp and a second row of them growing in.\n\n"Oho, alien animals, this could be quite useful," you almost chirp, sorting through the knowledge you're gaining from Starfire as it's burned out of her own brain. Almost idly you lower Raven to the floor on all fours, your little sister glaring at you, then gasping loudly as the cyborg wolf mounts up behind her and plunges its chrome cock into her dripping cunt. "Very useful indeed."\n\n"A-and what about me?" Raven grits out, as if trying to ignore the half-robot animal on its back raping her shamefully eager pussy. "Gonna, nnf, gonna turn me into your cat to stroke while you ponder e-evil?"\n\n"Oh no, little sister, you getting fucked by one of my beasts is just... entertainment. No, I think I have a much better idea in mind for you," you murmur as you come across an animal in Starfire's memories, smiling at the sight of the two Earth horses fucking the pussy and ass of a large six-legged panther-like creature with orange stripes and filling it with their cum.\n\nYou have the horses shift to small monkeys and go scurrying away, leaving the well-fucked alien feline to drop to all six paws, prowling forward with a low purring growl. You can see Raven shudder as she stares at it, moaning (with a faint thread of regret) as the wolf slips off of her back and leaves her dripping pussy vacant. "Still find her sexy even now, do you?" you mock Raven, seeing her wince a little at the accuracy of the statement. "Let's see if you're still into her when you see her next form."\n\nYou direct your newest mindless beast-slave to assume one of the forms in its genetic memory. In less than a second the sleek, pretty alien feline with its ass and cunt stretched and dripping cum is replaced by a large, pulsating sack full of green, pill-shaped glowing nodules roughly the size of a golf ball, waving innumerable translucent orange tentacles. Raven's eyes go wide a heartbeat before the tentacles lash out, grabbing her and winding about her to yank her into the air over the blob in the center. Feeling your own magic release her, Raven tries to call out "AZARATH METR-" only to have a tentacle stuffed down her mouth and deep into her throat, gagging her and completely ruining any possible concentration. It's not going to come any easier to her, you think in amusement as the near-formless thing that was once Starfire crams tentacles into Raven's pussy and ass as well, wriggling them in deep, before adding a second tentacle to all three holes, your sister's throat bulging up with the shape of both wriggling, squirming appendages fucking her mouth.\n\nRaven struggles and wriggles in the grip of the thing that was once her best friend as it rapes her, muffled groans of protest and quags of ashamed pleasure mingling. She gives a loud, if muffled yell as two of the tentacles stop merely teasing at her dark grey nipples and actually pushing inside them, the thin layer of ooze covering them apparently allowing Raven's nipples and tits to stretch to fit. Now the little glowing pellets begin passing from the sack and up the tentacles, beginning to disappear past the stretched holes the tentacles are violating, Raven's belly and tits gradually starting to swell up. As enough of the eggs fill her to start making the bulges slightly lumpy, the accumulated green glow of them starts shining through Raven's skin, showing just how full of the creature's spawn she is.\n\n"Each of these eggs, once it's gestated long enough to slip back out of your body, will turn into a small, fast creature capable of traversing immense distances and any environment," you explain in a pleasant tone of voice as Raven trembles, eyes rolled up in her head with near-constant overlapping orgasms, though you suspect she can still understand you... for now. "Once they find a suitable host, of course, they quickly metamorphose into one of these and lay a new batch of eggs. Tamaraneans hunted them to extinction because they were so dangerous... now Earth will give rise to a new outbreak. You'll be here to see it... but you may not be in much capacity to reflect on it," you add.\n\n"Glmnf?!" Raven tries to protest, or ask, before her body jerks as thinner tentacles push into her ears and up her nose. Her eyes roll up in her head almost completely, her egg-bulged form twitching and shuddering as the creature starts spurting a thick, cum-like goo right onto her brain, the combination oxygenating agent and intense aphrodisiac insuring she'll stay alive and in a constant state of compliant orgasm for the incubation period... and much, much longer, you'd wager. Normally these creatures die in mere months... but with a combination of that life cycle and a Tamaranean's, you wouldn't be surprised of the former Starfire kept impregnating the former superhero for many decades, or perhaps centuries, to come.\n\nYou smile as you watch Raven's body twitch and shudder, egg-swollen tits and belly glowing green. Yes, Father will be pleased.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|Rook5xEnd]]

"I think I'd be more valuable actively coming up with ways to thwart the Raptarrans, as opposed to submitting to a captive one," you answer calmly after a moment, not entirely sure whether you believe it yourself as you say it. All you know is, you're <i>definitely</i> not letting that thing fuck you up the ass.\n\nWhether or not she thinks you're just covering for your unwillingness to sacrifice or not, Admiral Bigguns simply nods. "Understood. Report back here tomorrow morning at ten hundred hours. We're going to get moving on this fast, Commander, so don't expect to sleep in any day after that."\n\nYou nod, then turn and walk off. You've almost left the building before you realize that you don't actually know if you have anywhere to go... you've researched Erin Hawt's life from before you became her as much as you could, but there really wasn't that much there, and you certainly can't recall off the top of your head if it mentioned there was a residence anywhere. You casually stroll over to one of the computer interfaces no one is using at the moment and input your security code, using it to check on if a residence is registered to your identity. Turns out, nope... well, darn. That means the future equivalent of googling what to do.\n\nTurns out that you have two real options... you can check into the nearby Starbeat barracks, which always has rooms (including officers' rooms) available for officers who are just spending the night, or you can check into a nearby hotel which offers extra services for Starbeat officers. Neither is a solution for probably more than a week, but maybe you can ask some of your new coworkers tomorrow if they have any suggestions.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in the barracks.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Check in to the hotel.|TrekF5x5]]

Yeah, this isn't going all that well. Still, you offered, so with only a small sigh you say, "Yeah, okay," and stand up and, almost as an afterthought, snag and holster your pistol before heading back out of the room. \n\nThe orientation briefing covered a pretty decent idea of where everything is, so you head down the hall towards the shower area. As you expected when you get there, there's no indicators for a Male or Female section... in fact, it doesn't even have a door. You just walk in and there's the rows of cubbies and benches between them, and beyond that floor-to-ceiling silver cylinders with shower heads coming off of them. At least from a glance it seems to be all females in here at the moment, which you're grateful for as you find a spot to sit down and strip down. It's still a little embarrassing to know that the whole place is open to the hallway, and to be getting undressed around strangers, but.\n\nLike the stairwell, this whole place is meticulously and brightly lit, without so much as a shadowy corner in any part of the shower area. Still, you notice that the current occupants are mostly clumped up in the middle... they actually seem to be chatting and laughing like this was any gym shower, you wonder if they're as new as you are and just really adaptable, or if they've been here long enough for some of the horror to wear off. Either way, you guess your next decision is whether to just go ahead and pick a nearby shower to get this done with quickly, or go off towards the far corners to try and get some illusion of privacy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Center.|GGSR6x7]]\n\n[[Corner.|GGOri]]

* <b>Main:</b> Warrior Cyan can [[make a decision|GGWar2x4]] about the misfit party's plans.\n* <b>Main:</b> When helping Harold for his father, Eric can now discover he's got [[pervy fetishes|HerschelHorse7x2]]. (What, in this game?)\n* <b>Main:</b> The young adult male option Billy has been renamed Gwyn to be more distinctive, and has been started.\n* Warrior Cyan can now [[avoid the other party|GGWar2x2]] as well.\n* More work on various bits of Gwyn.\n* <b>Main:</b> Pirate Cypher, after being dumb enough to not put his helmet up, can now [[pick a bunk to collapse on|BadCypher2x3]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Cyan can now [[give away|GGMCE4x1]] the "Official Monster Girl Trainer" shirt.\n* More work on Gwyn here and there.\n* <b>Main:</b> Catgirl Erica can now give Freia [[a chomp|RunFF6x9]].\n* <b>Main:</b> After showing himself to Leena and Garri, Eric can declare he [[doesn't want to go back to Earth|StarCirc2x1]].\n* <b>Main:</b> Incubus Jamie can now [[fuck Maya's pussy|QOFam4x2]] during the foursome.

You may as well get used to showering around others... assuming you don't die, you're going to have to be doing it for the next year, and clearly avoiding it as much as possible won't work if you don't intend to put your already rather touchy roommate in an even fouler mood. Walking over to one of the nearer cylinders, you spend a moment figuring out how to work the touchpad to turn it on, and mmf a little as lukewarm water hits you, with a slightly slimy texture... must have some of that rinsing stuff that you experienced back at the courthouse or whatever it was mixed into the initial bit of water. \n\nTrying not to look around too much, lest you be interpreted as staring, you start scrubbing your hair and wiping down your body. You're not really sure how much you could possibly smell since you really only did this a few hours ago, but then it was a few hours wearing coats and bodysuits, and if Veronka has animal-like senses to go with those ears and tail, that might be enough. You jump a little and almost slip when a hand suddenly thumps onto your shoulder.\n\nYou look up to see a very tall, very muscular woman leaning in over you a bit. Her hair is short and snowy white, and her skin is also pale white for the most part... but whether from the water or just naturally, it also sparkles and gleams like stone, with little subtle flashes and glitters of faint color inside, making her look like she's carved from wet opal. Her eyes are metallic silver, and rather blatantly roam up and down your body as she speaks. "Hey there, cute stuff. You're new, right? Just came in on the transports today?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you answer, trying to keep your eyes on her face, rather than letting them wander down towards her very large breasts capped by shiny purple nipples, or to the incredibly cut ten-pack stomach she's sporting, lest it be construed as undue interest. \n\n"Lookin' at what, a year here I'm guessing?" At your nervous nod, she chuckles. "Yeah, year's standard for the nonviolent types or with what they call 'extenuatin' circumstances'. Me, I've been here almost three months, about to get my blacks tomorrow. Name's Shyn."\n\n"Cyan," you answer, since it seems expected of you. You're mostly concentrating on not squirming or looking away, since you somehow feel like a show of weakness would be a bad idea.\n\n"Well hell, that ain't even too far off, is it?" Her silver eyes glitter, then she leans in a bit more. "Say, you're that new here, you probably haven't made a 'friend' yet, right? Much better it be me than some guy or gal who hasn't even been here a month, or someone fresh off your own boat. Once I'm a FEAR I'll have privileges, ones I can share with my special friends. So how 'bout it, huh? You're real cute, kinda remind me of the Commander," she coos, bringing a hand up to brush aside some wet hair from near your ear. "You get down and give me a quick eating-out to seal the deal, and we'll be real good friends the rest of the time you're here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Politely refuse.|GGSR6x8]]\n\n[[Angrily refuse.|GGSR]]

You stare at Sandra's reflection for several long minutes, then take a deep breath and close her eyelids. You affirm your decision to yourself, and it's almost like something inside you lets go, or slips away as you do it. After a moment you open your eyes and look at your reflection, then give a firm nod. You've made your choice. \n\nYou turn and make your way back out of the bathroom and through the restaurant entrance area, heading outside. You spot the clean white car that you were driven to the mall in earlier, and spot Kevin standing a bit down the sidewalk. You give him a tired smile, then head forward, the chauffeur opening the back door for you. "Home, miss?"\n\n"No, back to the mall, first," you reply quietly. "I forgot something there."\n\nWhen you arrive back at the mall, you stop in at the perpetually-on-clearance store and buy a cheap tote bag before heading back to the storage place... the purse you brought might still be in the donation bin, but just because you've decided to become Sandra doesn't mean you have to pick up her old habits, like grabbing things back that were already donated. You snag back everything you put in the storage locker earlier, including the envelope of money (and including your panties, which you blushingly step back into and tug up into place) then head back to the bank kiosk, redepositing the cash with the help of a very relieved-looking manager. Then it's back to the car, and off... home.\n\nYou stare a bit at the large, opulent-looking house as the car pulls up the drive. You live here now... the thought is at once both intimidating and natural. You guess you'll have to get used to that feeling... or maybe the natural-ness will grow over time? Well, you suppose it will, one way or the other... either Sandra's memories will become more like yours over time, or you'll just get used to things. You hop out of the car and give the chauffeur a smile, which again seems to fluster (or maybe just confuse) him, before heading up the steps and inside.\n\nOf course, you suppose things couldn't go <i>entirely</i> smoothly. Sandra's... your... father is standing in the entryway, arms folded over his broad chest. He's a big bear... or maybe wolf... of a man, still muscular and toned despite being of middle age, dressed in an immaculately sharp suit, greying hair cropped short, salt and pepper beard similarly perfectly groomed. His piercing blue eyes fix on you. "Young lady, just what have you been up to today?" he almost growls, making you wince a little. He's normally an extremely permissive parent... probably too much... but it seems your antics today while living it up in what you thought were a temporary position managed to push a line. "Not only did I get an alert that you'd withdrawn thousands of dollars from your savings, an hour ago I got a call that you apparently publicly humiliated Mitch while you were out with some other boy. Explain yourself."\n\n<hr>\n[[Answer like Jamie.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Answer like Sandra.|QOSandra]]\n\n[[Try for both.|QOSandra1x2]]

Well, that seems like a normal enough request, you're pretty used to being asked to come in and say hello to your mother's mom-friends. Suppressing a sigh, you turn and walk into the living room proper with your mother following close behind. Indeed, it's the same usual group of ladies about her age, a few a bit older and one slightly younger... though you notice that today the group is dressed a bit more attractively. There's actually a fair few unbuttoned blouses and short skirts today, many of the women looking a little flushed and with stray hairs drifting away from their buns or ponytails or whatnot. Not sure what to think of that, you stand awkwardly as they all smile at you, raising a hand. "Hi," you greet weakly.\n\nThe roomful of women titters and coos over how cute you are, as usual, making you wish you could crawl away and die. Then your mother's hands settle on your shoulders, and your face goes pale as she says, "I was just telling everyone how I sucked your big, fat cock for so long that I wound up growing one myself as yours went back to normal. It wound up getting veeery interesting!" she coos.\n\n"Oh, yes, definitely," one of the other women says, a blonde with her hair in a bun as she sips at her teacup with one hand, and uses the other to pull up the front of her skirt... allowing a long, thick cock much like the one you saw your mother with yesterday to spring free. "And before you knew it we were all sucking her off, and sporting these lovely things!"\n\n"It feels soooo good," the youngest of the group murmurs, a brunette in a ponytail as she slips her skirt entirely off to fondle her balls as she pumps her prick with her other hand. "I can hardly wait to get home and fuck my daughter's tight little pussy... though I wonder if I fucked her ass or mouth, if she'd wind up with one of these too? Mmm, then we could spitroast her father..."\n\nAs you stare in shock, every single one of your mother's friends pulls up or slips off their skirts, some revealing panties or stockings and garters, some showing themselves bare beneath, but every single one wielding a porn-sized prick, stiff and in some cases already dripping with pre. You jump some as you feel your mother's cock rub up against your ass as she leans down to coo in your ear, "But since I've been thinking about how I didn't get to fuck you since yesterday morning, I also think you should be accommodating to our guests before they go home and start pounding their families. So why don't you be a good boy, Jamie, and strip down and start sucking these nice lady-dicks, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|QOKevScheme5x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|QOKevScheme]]

You grin as you make the changes. This should be fun. Finishing, you let time resume and give a few light knocks on the door before pushing it open and strolling on in. "Hey, Akane."\n\n"Oh, hey Eric." The short-haired girl is sitting at her desk, apparently in the midst of homework. She glances over, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "What's up?"\n\n"Just thought we could fool around," you answer breezily, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed and leaning back against your hands.\n\n"Yeah sure," she answers back just as casually, tossing her pencil on the desktop and standing up, breasts swaying lightly under her shirt as she moves. She moves to sit down next to you, glancing over at where Ranma's moved to stand in the corner nervously. "What about <i>him</i>?" she asks with a roll of the eyes, even as she reaches over and lightly starts fondling your cock through your pants.\n\n"Mmf. Figured I'd let him watch," you reply with a grin, your cock starting to grow stiff under the strokes of her fingers. You pull up her t-shirt as she gives a little laugh at that, her large tits spilling free, her personality adjustment apparently having had her go without a bra.\n\nAkane laughs, shooting a smirk over at Ranma, her eyes glittering sharply. "Sure, let him see what a real man looks like for once." Saying that she leans in to kiss you, lips parted from yours just enough to show her tongue swirling around with yours. Her eyes are slitted open, slid over to watch Ranma looking on with a pout, though not that you can blame her. You're doing something of the same thing yourself, even as you hug her closer with one arm and bring your other hand up to start fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it and rolling it around against your palm. You mmm again as Akane pulls down the front of your pants, freeing your cock and wrapping her hand around it directly, stroking it slowly as she kisses you. \n\nEventually Akane pulls back from the kiss, taking a moment to haul her t-shirt off completely before shifting up onto her knees and onto the bed. She wraps a hand around the bottom of your shaft as she slides her tongue up it, then swirls around the head before sliding her mouth down over it. You moan lowly, grinning over at Ranma as you use one hand to undo Akane's shorts. "Enjoying the show, buddy?" You glance down, noticing a bulge in his own loose black pants. "Guess so. Ditch the pants."\n\nLooking even more embarrassed and humiliated than before, Ranma pushes his pants down and lets them drop, making you smirk as his cock is revealed, significantly smaller than your own. Akane actually raises her head off your cock to laugh. "C'mon, you wanted to be my husband with <i>that</i>?!" She slips your cock back into her mouth and resumes bobbing her head up and down, her snide giggles sending little tremors through the sensitive flesh. You snicker as well as you push her shorts down around her thighs to bare a lacy white g-string. You run your hand over one of her buttocks, stroking and squeezing, even giving it a light slap and feeling Akane give a moan around your cock in response.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes of sucking you off while you work her ass with your hand, Akane straightens up and slips out of the shorts, leaving the panties on as she swings around to straddle your lap. She raises up enough for you to reach down and slip your cock into position, rubbing the tip back and forth along her slit before pressing it up between her folds. "Mmm, watch his cock go in me, Ranma," she moans as she slowly starts easing down on you, her arms draped around your shoulders. "In faaact, mmm," she groans as she finishes sliding all the way down and grinds her hips on you, making you moan lowly as your cock shifts around inside her. "Jerk off. I want you to jerk off as you watch Eric fuck me."\n\nRanma whimpers softly, but unable to resist such a strongly-stated command, he wraps a hand around his short cock and begins stroking as Akane begins bouncing on your lap, her ass jiggling lightly as it slaps against your thighs. At least until you grab it with both hands and use it to help her move, encouraging her to lean forward and pillow her fat tits against your chest as she moves. "Maaan, Akane's cunt feels amazing," you murmur, before glancing at Ranma and grinning. "Not that you'll ever know, huh?"\n\n"Nnnnh fuck his cock is soooo much bigger and fatter than yours," Akane moans out happily as she rides you, tongue flicking along her lips hungrily as she does another grind with her hips. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh and Akane moaning eagerly and unashamedly, mingled with the low sounds of Ranma groaning in mingled humiliation and pleasure as he strokes his cock. Eventually Akane starts gasping out as you buck your hips up into her. "Fuck, he's throbbing in me, he's gonna cum in me, your cousin's gonna cum in your fiancee Ranma, fuuuuck!" she cries as you yank her down hard, pressing up into her as your cock shudders and starts spurting your load deep inside, while Ranma whimpers and spills his onto the floor.\n\nAkane swings off of you after a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed again but this time spreading her legs to show off your cum dribbling out of her pussy. "Tell you what, do you a favor Ranma," she says with a smirk. "You can come clean me out with your tongue."\n\nHanging his head, Ranma makes his way over to kneel between Akane's thighs, leaning in to start stroking his tongue along her folds, licking up your cum already smeared there before dipping his tongue inside her to start gathering up the rest of your deposited seed from his fiancee's pussy.\n\n"I've gotta admit this is fun," Akane says with a laugh, ruffling Ranma's hair, then gripping it firmly and yanking him tighter against her pussy, grinding it against his mouth. "What should we do to him next?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him watch you fuck Ukyo and Shampoo too.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Knock up Akane in front of him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him in front of Akane.|RanPP]]

"Actually, Ranma, I was thinking about going down the hall and fucking Akane," you answer, putting a slightly exaggerated thoughtful tone to the words.\n\n"W-wha?!" Ranma's eyes widen, and he starts squirming even more. "U-um... um, Eric, Akane's kinda... kinda my fiancee," he mutters, glancing away and tapping his index fingertips together. "And I kinda... uh... y'know... I sorta..."\n\n"Oh, I know. Still, gonna fuck her," you chirp, grinning wickedly. "Come watch me."\n\n"... 'kay," Ranma says meekly, rising hesitantly to his feet and following you as you walk out into the hall.\n\nStopping in front of Akane's room, you touch your fingers to the pendant around your neck. Ranma freezes in mid-fidget as you consider your options. Obviously Akane's not just going to jump into bed with you be default, you have to figure out the best way to do this. And since your goal is partly to enjoy Ranma's humiliation, each way has going to shame him in a different way, you figure.\n\n<hr>\nUp her libido, lower her shame, up her meanness a bit. ("[[Sexy Bitch Akane|RanPP6x3]]")\n\nMake her as submissive as Ranma. ("[[Meek Little Akane|RanPP]]")\n\nOh hey, looks like you can toggle certain physical things too, like blocking out her strength and increasing her sense of pleasure. ("[[Powerless Pleasured Akane|RanPP]]")

You spend a few moments playing with the settings, until you've got one that you think will make it pretty darn hard for Ranma to say 'no' or assert himself to anyone, and practically impossible for him to do it to you. Finished, you tap the action to put your changes into place.\n\n"-p?" Ranma finishes, though his voice turns quavery and he smiles nervously at you, as if a little worried. You notice a few slight changes... his shoulders shift, becoming a little less broad and a little more curved, his face shading a little less towards the 'strong and handsome' and slightly more towards the 'cute' side. Hm, interesting. "Um... if you don't mind telling me," he adds a bit feebly, glancing aside.\n\nLooks like the changes work. Now the only question is what to do with them...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn him into girlmode and fuck her.|RanPP8x1]]\n\n[[Turn into your girlmode and fuck him.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Fuck him as-is.|RanPP9x1]]\n\n[[Make him watch you fuck Akane.|RanPP6x2]]

Well, no harm in indulging her, really. You nod to the uniformed girl. "Okay, lead on."\n\nThe two of you make your way over to something that looks like the high-tech version of one of those little airport train-shuttles and settle in as the car flits towards the center of the station, giving a decent view of the stars and other parts of the outpost as you make your way along. The pod eventually starts heading through more solid walls, and the door slides open in what looks like an obvious administrative area, even if they've done their best to make it look all advanced and cool. You follow your short guide as she walks along the hallway, the uniformed woman briefly raising her hand to whisper into the underside of her wrist. When she arrives in front of a particular doorway she turns and gives you a polite smile. "You can go right in, Agent Eve is waiting for you."\n\n"Thanks," you answer with a nod as you head forward, the door sliding open in front of you. You expected the office to be a little bigger, and it's mostly dominated by Eve's desk, a large slab of black with images and text scrolling across it, obviously as much screen as worksurface. Eve glances up from a holographic projection of what looks like a planet as you come in. She's definitely very good-looking, you'd go so far as to say stunning. In person her hair looks more silvery than just white, with a shine to it that makes it look more like precious metal than washed-out or bleached, and her brown skin has a warm near-glow to it. Her fire-colored eyes watch you as you walk in, and you can't help but compare them to a wolf or a hawk... some intelligent predator sizing up something to determine whether to go in for the kill. Just at a guess, she's also at least as stacked and built as you are, if not moreso since the uniform's probably not intended to flatter (but is doing a decent job anyway).\n\n"Hunter Ihde," Eve says with an obviously carefully-calculated coolness. She leans back in her chair, making it quite obvious she could rise to greet you, but isn't. "Have a seat."\n\n<hr>\n[[Sit down.|GGMS2x6]]\n\n[[You'll stand.|GGMS]]

"Oh, wow." You blink a little at that, but nod eagerly enough. "Sure, I'll do some shots. Sounds cool." Hey, you came on this vacation on your own, clearly you're in charge of yourself enough to decide if you want to drink, right?\n\n"Cool." Jonny walks back over and lays out a number of shot glasses, then sets down a pair of bottles. "Got two selections, prolly best if you pick one and stick with it."\n\n"They don't mix well, huh?"\n\n"Something like that." He taps a finger against a bottle full of a dark reddish-brown liquid. "This one's called 'Sex Bomb'. Supposed to be sort of spicy but sort of smooth. Haven't tried it myself, but it's apparently pretty good." Then he taps the other bottle. "This is just some tequila. Not particularly strong stuff, either, but it'll still do the job. So, what'll it be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex Bomb.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tequila.|DRJplaceholder]]

Yeah, if you want it to wear off, maybe not... <i>stimulating</i> it further is the answer. Though the stiff ache is difficult to ignore, you steadfastly keep your hands off of it as you get up and head to the bathroom.\n\nA cold shower helps some, though you don some loose pants rather than panties again for fear of stimulating it. It's still rather difficult to ignore, since you can feel it swinging between your legs, unfamiliar and heavy and brushing against you, but you force yourself to sit down at the computer and turn your attention to one of your games. After a few minutes of no further stimulation, the rest of the hardness remaining after the shower subsides, and with relief you concentrate on slaying the forces of Hell with a shotgun.\n\nOver the next hour or so you feel your, ah, "guest" stiffen up several more times, and almost give in to the urge to click over to some porn and jerk off again instead. But you just keep playing, and each time it subsides a bit quicker and for longer. You barely notice when it starts to get smaller, and by the time your parents return and call you down to dinner, you're relieved to realize that when you stand there's nothing dangling down at all. A quick check down the front of the pants confirms it... just smooth skin and pink lips down there.\n\nAfter dinner, you return to your room and ponder the bag of candy. It's definitely not your average thematic jelly beans, so something is weird here, and you still feel like you ought to demand an explanation or tell someone or something. On the other hand... it does apparently wear off, at least if you don't go crazy with it, as you've proven. Which means you could potentially have a lot of fun with it... as long as you don't go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go back to the candy store.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Use them sparingly.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Just put them away for now.|GGCandy13x2]]

"I... what? I... no, I'm not... I mean... I was asking..." Your flustered stuttering trails off into you just making a little 'you and me' hand gesture while your cheeks go steadily darker red.\n\n"... Oh! Oh. Ah... sorry." Maria gives you a slightly forced smile now, reaching out to pat your shoulder a bit delicately, as if not wanting to make too much contact. "Not really interested. Excuse me." And with that she turns and walks off, as if having dropped a scooper bag into the trash and wanting to get away from any potential smell if it wound up opening.\n\nYou're left standing there, just sort of in miserable shock at this new and humiliating level your 'affliction' has taken you to, when an arm thumps around your shoulders. "Tough luck, guy," says Marius with a sigh and an annoyingly ingratiating smile as he looks at you. "Seriously, that was rough, you have my sympathies."\n\nHanging your head a bit, you murmur, "Thanks." It does seem like he's being sincere and trying to comfort you, but there's still a sour feeling in your gut, both at the particular taste of the rejection and being comforted by a guy you're so jealous of.\n\n"You know, though, I could probably help out a bit. Y'know, convince her to give you a shot," Marius offers, casting a glance over at Maria. "Just say the word!"\n\nBleh, if there's anything more humiliating than getting shot down, it's having someone else talk the girl into giving you a shot. ... Right? On the other hand it'd basically really just be Marius putting a good word in for you, you guess.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Decline.|Gwyn2x2]]

Shaking your head and trying to be gracious, you answer, "Thanks, but I'll pass."\n\n"Iiii understand, want to be able to do it on your own, huh?" Patting his hand on your shoulder a bit, Marius grins. "Well tell you what, at least let me guide you in drowning your sorrows. And maybe give you a few pointers eventually on how to do that, huh?"\n\nThough you still feel some resentment in your heart you suppose you don't really want to turn down that offer. Marius leads you back over to the bar and requests a particular drink from the bespectacled beanpole working it, who nevertheless seems to have more than a few girls giving him dreamy-eyed stares. Huh, maybe you should look into learning to mix drinks, or something. Marius has you exchange your red plastic cup for a beaker-shaped glass with something vaguely opal-colored inside and that has a slightly viscous consistency but tastes amazing, as he shows you the way over to some easy chairs to have a seat.\n\nHonestly you don't remember the rest of the night particularly well, other than that you wind up spilling your guts to Marius over all your troubles and how long they've been plaguing you. While you don't specifically remember any of his answers you do feel like he always said just the right thing and by the end of the night you're proclaiming him your new best friend ever in the entire world. At least that's what you vaguely recall as you wake up in the morning, groaning and pushing yourself up from where you're laying on your front in bed, glancing around the room blearily. There's no sight of Liam, and you slept in your clothes it looks like. As you push yourself up something falls off your head and clatters to the floor. You stare at it a minute as your brain boots up more slowly than usual, partly due to the steady, throbbing ache in it, before you pick it up. It's a card for the Applied Sciences building, detailing where to find it on campus complete with a miniature embossed map on the corner. Flipping it over to the back shows a handwritten note:\n\n'Since you might forget, you promised to come by and check it out sometime today. See you there! - M'\n\n... Yeah, you definitely don't remember that. You sit up and rub at your head a little, pondering the note, then shrug. Classes don't actually start until next week so it's not like you've got anything else to do today. And if you did promise, you should keep it, especially after Marius was so nice last night.\n\nAnd so after a shower, something to eat, and a lot of water, you head over to the sciences building wearing a loose blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans. The building is pretty easy to pick out once you get close enough... it was obviously designed by the same architect as the SSC building, just with even brighter and more sci-fi looking materials and probably twice as tall. The inside looks like an honest-to-God office lobby with fancy leather seats and a receptionist's station. What the heck? You walk over to the girl at the counter, who looks like she might be a senior, and tell her your name and that you're expected.\n\n"Oh, right, Marius said you'd probably drop by today!" she chirps. "He stepped out just a few minutes ago but he should be back soon. You can either wait for him or I can send you ahead to the floor where he works, the IAS."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait.|Gwyn2x3]]\n\n[[Go inside.|Gwyn3x1]]

"Uh, thanks," you murmur, still a bit stunned as you walk over and sit down in the center of one of the couches. You jump just a little as Donny walks over and sits down next to you, laying his arm along the back of the couch. You glance over, and have just as good a view of his chest as you do his face. Honestly, now that you're starting to get over the initial shock, they're not bothering you nearly as much. He actually looks kind of handsome, in his own way, and as noted the muscles are very nice. And somehow the smell is kind of getting to you, too... sweaty, yeah, but also sort of heady and thick and... really masculine.\n\n"Nice to get out of those things for awhile, especially when we've got some cute company," Donny says cheerfully, grinning at you.\n\n"We're actually off for a couple of hours, at least," Ronny adds, sitting down on your other side. You try not to blush or squirm too much at being in such close proximity to both of them, but dang, the longer you sit here the more attractive they look. You're not sure whether you're just getting used to their animal-like features, or if it's something about the smell. Your brain tries to get you to remember something you read once about pheremones, but you're sort of busy admiring the view. Also the couch actually is pretty comfortable, and you settle back against it, really relaxing after your surprise.\n\n"Which means we have time to have something to drink," Jonny says with a grin, opening the fridge and taking out a bottle, then opening up a cabinet and taking out a rather larger bottle. "So what'll it be, Sam... beer or shots?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Beer.|DRJ2x1]]\n\n[[Shots.|DRJ1x3]]\n\n[[Water.|DRJplaceholder]]

Well... if you really want to find an angel, or even multiple angels to increase your odds of somehow getting one to give you a feather willingly, you guess heading to where they hang out is the most sensible thing to do. This is probably a really dumb idea, but you don't have any better ones at the moment. Taking a deep breath, you open another fiery portal and guide your horse into it, urging him into a hard gallop as you begin racing up the flaming tunnel through space.\n\nYou obviously can't just go galloping straight into Heaven proper... if that were possible the Lower Planes probably would have taken over the Higher Planes and then pincered the Earth realm long ago. Though the borders of the Higher Planes can be crossed, that's only if you approach them from a distance. And so your fiery tunnel eventually peters out, leaving you apparently running through a hazy, starlit space twinkling with far-off realities like distant stars... the umbral, the in-between space where semi-real concepts congregate. It's a lonely and chilling path to take, one that lesser-energied demons could never hope to survive as their 'heat' radiated out of them and dissipated into the great cosmic field of conceptual birth. But you've got enough energy and a strong enough self-image from Cyan's memories forming the core of your demon identity to survive it unscathed... you hope.\n\nBecause you really have no way of knowing whether you'll have survived it until you get through it. You're fairly certain that if your concept gives out and is dispersed into the umbral, you'll never even notice. You'll just become a part of existence's greater unconscious, your sentience bleeding away into vague thoughts, ideas, and concepts. The thought makes you shudder a little, and urge your steed to run a bit faster. Speed is unlikely to help you here... but it at least feels better than doing nothing.\n\nTime has no meaning here, so you're not sure how long you've been traveling when the concept of haziness ahead of you thickens and darkens. You can see something that none of your inherited memories, demon or human, have a real frame of reference for... a storm. Or perhaps more accurately a Storm. Dark, roiling clouds that stretch in every direction for the thousands of miles you should theoretically be able to see, the surface of the clouds spilling over itself like the surface of water at a high boil. Lightning flashes and arcs, both inside the clouds and out from the surface of them, flicking like a million snake tongues in almost as many colors, enough to scorch the retinas and mind of any mortal consciousness that beheld them.\n\n"Not good," you murmur. You can't exactly go around it since it's... everywhere. And there's not really a concept like a 'safe place' in the umbral. You have only two options... try to hunker down and ride it out by solidifying your position and concept as much as possible...\n\n... or ride straight through it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Hunker down.|GGHell3x7]]\n\n[[Ride hell for leather.|GGHell]]

That's... about what you expected when you heard he wanted you to be his 'toy', so you'd been mentally bracing yourself for it some. You swallow heavily at the sight... it's definitely the biggest dick you've ever seen in the flesh, that's for sure. \n\nStill, there's no real going back now, so you resolve yourself to obey and do your best. You lean forward across the seat, draping an arm over his lap as his hand moves away and taking over stroking his cock, the shaft firm in your hand, the skin smooth. You worry your lower lip a bit as you stare at it, feeling it throbbing gently in your hand with his smooth, steady heartbeat, glancing up at him as if to confirm this is what he really wants. The even gaze looking back at you leaves little room for interpretation. You look back at his cock, swallow again, then lean in to drag your tongue over it, trying not to think too hard about the flavor, and winding up able to think about little else.\n\nDespite your lack of experience, you try to think of all the things you've seen in porn videos and attempt to recreate them, at least as much as you can in your current position. Long, smooth strokes of your tongue up the shaft, shorter flicks of it back and forth, sucking at the sides and even managing to make yourself kiss it a few times. You keep expecting him to demand you do certain things, but he's silent, just watching you use your mouth on his prick with only the very faintest hint of amusement in the set of his mouth. In fact as you finally work up the courage to slide your mouth over the head of it and start bobbing your head, all he says is, "Eventually I'm going to have you tutored in this."\n\nA cocksucking tutor? ... Well, whatever, rich people sure are wild, you think, focused on using your tongue as you gradually work your head down, slipping more of his cock into your mouth. You're not sure what sort of punishment you'd get for not making him cum before you get where you're going, but he seems both strict and creative. More than that, you have absolutely no idea how long the drive will be! That thought puts a bit more urgency into your actions, and you start bobbing your head more quickly, not realizing as you start making little 'mmf' and 'mnn' noises while sucking on him. You gag a little when his cock bumps the opening of your throat... but you push on, forcing yourself further down, feeling him stretch out your throat, your eyes watering some as you force it down.\n\n"Hm, you do show some promise, I'll say that," Sir says in a tone that reveals little... but he does raise a hand up and rest it on your back. That's all, that's his only show of approval as you work his prick deeper into your throat. And yet, despite yourself, you feel a little thrill at even that small gesture, having already realized that praise isn't exactly something he's likely to give out in large amounts. Half-consciously you start working your throat and lips and tongue along his cock more quickly, trying not just to bring him off but to please him a bit more. You start to lose track of time a little, your focus on sucking dick and your worry over how much longer you have to make him cum distorting things... have you been deep-throating him for five minutes or an hour? Either way your only warning that he's about to cum is when his cock throbs a bit harder and swells some, prompting you to pull back quickly enough that he spills onto your tongue and fills your mouth instead of flooding your throat, the taste of his cum hot and intense and feeling thick and wobbly in your mouth.\n\nYou roll your eyes up again to see his expression hasn't changed, though he quirks an eyebrow expectantly. You gulp... literally, forcing yourself to swallow down his load, shivering some at the strange feel of it sliding down your throat. After only a second you return to bobbing your head, though this time not pushing him into your throat as urgently, and focusing on using your tongue... now that the urgency of making sure he came has past, you just need to keep sucking him the rest of the drive, right? Without acting like you're slacking off? You squirm a little, your half-hard cock rubbing against the seat through your jeans as you service your new... master? Owner? Well, Sir, whatever he is.\n\nIt turns out to be a fairly lengthy drive indeed, with you obediently sucking Sir's dick the entire time, swallowing down two more of his loads before you finally arrive. Feeling a little lightheaded, you sit up as he finally nudges you to do so and tucks himself away. When the car door is opened, he gestures for you to get out first. You blink a little at the bright sunshine, then stare around at the truly sprawling grounds, at the massive mansion, and then the massive tits of the smiling maid bowing her head and holding the car door open. They're pretty much half on display, after all, her maid uniform clearly more designed for sexual aesthetics than being useful workplace attire. "Welcome back, Sir," she says reverently as Sir gets out of the car and straightens his tie.\n\n"Take this boy and prepare him for me, then put him in the nearest fuck-room," Sir says, before turning and walking towards the house without another glance.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," the dark-haired maid answers with the same easy, slightly cheerful voice she used before, bowing her head a bit lower, before raising it and giving you a sunny smile. "You must be Sir's newest toy. Well, you heard Sir, please follow me and we'll get you cleaned up and ready," she continues cheerfully, gesturing back towards the house. \n\n<hr>\n[[Follow her.|EricSir1x2]]\n\n[[Ask her to help you escape instead.|EricSir]]

Sighing a little, you nevertheless obediently follow after the cute maid girl... though admittedly it's not like it's all bad, her skirt has apparently been designed so that despite it being loose, it falls against and highlights her ass very nicely.\n\nShe shows you inside and down a hall, two other maids falling in at slight gestures from her in passing... an older one with even bigger breasts and long, wavy blonde hair, and a slightly younger one with a brown ponytail and what might count as a washboard chest, the white part of her maid dress hugging up against it without much to show. But both seem to have the same cheerful, bouncy personality, and none of them so much as blink at their employer... owner?... bringing home a teenage boy to be used as a sextoy. You're shown into a large but not particularly opulent bathroom, where the three turn and, with nothing but a few giggles, all start undressing you. You blush and squirm, embarrassed as the flat-chested one pulls down your pants and underwear and frees your now stiff prick with springing wobble so obvious it's practically audible. Of course that's nothing to the mingling of arousal and embarrassment as they lead you over to several detachable showerheads set into the wall.\n\nSoon you're being sprayed down and lathered up, the maids brisk and efficient and chatting happily with each other and... not really with you, but sort of making comments in your direction... as they shamelessly soap up and wash off your body. You're left squirming and mentally trying to play catchup, having gone from spending over an hour sucking off a guy to getting a very thorough full-body soaping by three cute girls. They're treating it like they were just mopping a floor together, their talk bright and sunny as they discuss how you probably need to put some meat on your bones but you're so cute and they see why Sir wants to fuck you. There's definitely a sort of disconnect between hearing the blonde say that it's so hot to think of Sir's big cock slamming into your ass as the ponytailed one works her soapy hands over your balls and stiff shaft, cleaning it as if it were of no more consequence than your back. (Though you notice the moment you get even close to cumming, her hands casually slide down to wash your thigh instead.)\n\nYou're still sort of dazed by all the conflicting emotions by the time the three of them rinse you off and rub you dry with large fluffy towels, the blonde and ponytailed maids departing without so much as a 'Bye'. But once the original maid has brushed out your hair, she leads you out of the bathroom and to the room immediately next door. It's fair sized, although not that large, and has only two items in it... a cabinet and a bed. Ah, a 'fuck room'... apparently this place is so big and the vaunted Sir so rich that he can afford to set aside various rooms in his home solely as convenient spots to stop and have a quick screw. You expect the maid to just leave, but instead she walks over to the cabinet and opens up one of the doors, retrieving a bottle and walking back over to you. She gives you that sweet, sunny smile again... right before moving behind you and shoving you over the side of the bed. "Ass up, please," she chirps, waiting until you shamefacedly lift your hips to coat her fingers in the viscous stuff from the bottle. Of course watching her do so over your shoulder gives you a pretty good idea of what's next... you still can't quite say you're prepared for it as she pushes one of her lubed-up fingers into your ass. You give a low 'mmf', trying to control your squirming since she's starting to look a little smug, slowly pumping the finger in and out, twisting back and forth, until she can add the second.\n\nBy the time she's done, you admit that you were shaking your hips in a rather lewd way a few times, and you can tell by her giggle that she noticed. But instead of saying anything she just winks at you, wipes her fingers with a handkerchief from one of her pockets, and walks out of the room. You're left resting bent over the bed, trying to put your thoughts together... but without enough time to do so before Sir walks in.\n\nHis motions are almost businesslike as he once again opens his fly and pulls out his cock, although it's already entirely hard this time. Your eyes widen some as he walks up behind you, briefly running his hands along your back, squeezing your ass, and sliding a hand over your hair. But that's all the gentleness or foreplay that you get, before his fingers tighten in your hair, and he pushes into your lubed-up but otherwise virgin hole, making you gasp loudly as you're so abruptly spread and stretched. But whatever that lube is must be good stuff, because he slides in fully on that very first thrust, and immediately starts to fuck you, pulling back on your hair and gripping one of your hips. You twist fistfuls of the sheets, your eyes rolling as you're so utterly mercilessly fucked for the very first time... it's clear that he's not even bothering to pretend he cares whether you get off. And yet that sets off some little switch in your brain that has you writhing and bucking under him with pleasure, your cock stiff and bouncing with the impact of his thrusts beneath you. \n\n'When he said fucktoy he meant it, he's using me like a cocksleeve, he's just using me, he's gonna fuck me however and whenever he wants as long as he wants!' He'd already said it, of course, but this abrupt introduction to your new life, to the way he wants to use you, to fuck you, has slammed it home as surely as his cock slamming home into your ass. The feeling of that big, powerful cock pumping into you, claiming you, assuring you that you've become nothing but property to be used whenever and however the powerful man fucking you wants washes over you, consumes you, whites out your brain and has you spurting your load against the side of the bed and floor.\n\nYou're half insensate for the rest of the time he's fucking you, barely starting to come back to yourself as he finishes. You realize you're actually laying face-down with your face in the pillows, hands at your sides and legs straight out, cum dribbling out of your well-fucked asshole and down your taint and over your balls as you twitch and shudder in aftershock orgasms. Sir meanwhile is just finishing adjusting his tie, before leaving the room once again.\n\nA different maid eventually comes to get you up and take you into the bathroom, cleaning you up again before showing you down the hall... though this time without giving you anything to wear, leaving you blushing and covering yourself with both hands as you pass several other maids and at least one butler. You'd like to protest but... well, it's pretty clear that's not going to get you much of anywhere, around here. The maid shows you into a much, much larger room than before. There's a bed, a table and chairs, a TV, some bookshelves, and even some light workout equipment like a treadmill and pull-up bar... really it's more like an apartment than a single room.\n\n"This will be your room," the maid explains, smiling easily at you. "Since Sir is currently using you only as a sex toy, he will want you ready and available to fuck at any time, so you mustn't leave this room. While you're allowed to do as you like within here, and can even call down to the kitchen for snacks, you're responsible for keeping yourself in shape. No going and getting all pudgy," she adds, giving your bare stomach a playful poke. "Unless Sir decides that's what he'd like you to do, of course!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Wait, so I'm a prisoner?!"|EricSir]]\n\n[["... Wait, so I can eat right now?"|EricSir]]

Well you're not going out into the summer heat just because they're experiencing some summer heat of their own. You continue on with your quiet activities, after only a few more minutes hearing the various sounds of a car pulling up outside, the front door opening and closing, and your father walking down the hall. So yup that's a thing that's happening. You definitely try to focus in on your game, taking your mind off of any attempt to visualize what might be going on down the hall.\n\nOf course eventually the thirst for fizzy high fructose corn syrup gets to you and you get up, padding to the door and peeking out since you're not bothering to put on any pants just for a quick fridge run. No one in the hall, which is of course explained by the fact that when you step out into it further, you can hear the moaning coming from behind your parents' door, as well as the faintest impression of some other lewd noises. You're not sure what your friends would say, but sitcoms have certainly led you to believe that your parents have a much more active sex life than most married couples in their forties. As in, this isn't even slightly unusual, if you think about it. And man those are definitely some enthusiastic noises, not just some bed creaking and grunting.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go take a peek.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Naaaah.|GGParent13x2]]

'Yeah, I've gotta figure out what to do here,' you think as you take a shower, scrubbing off the sweat and cum and saliva left by your father's latest somnolent visitation. 'Which means I've gotta tell either Mom or Dad about this.'\n\nYou can't see that going over well either way, but what choice do you have at this point? Well, other than who to tell. You kind of figure it's best just to get one alone and tell them, rather than telling them together, that's just a recipe for disaster. But who?\n\n<hr>\n[[Your father.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Your mother.|GGParent13x7]]

After some consideration, you ask, "So can the both of you, like... take human form? You know, and walk around out there?"\n\n"If we're contracted with and given permission, and that's in the bounds of this contest," Shotiel confirms, Mal giving a quick nod as well. "Why?"\n\n"Alright then, that's what we'll do," you declare, doing your best to sound authoritative. "Both of you will take the form of mortals, and become my friends. Whoever's better at being my friend by the end of the year will be the winner."\n\nThey exchange a glance at that, then begin looking thoughtful. "Can we use our powers?" Mal asks. "That's a pretty important aspect of proving which of us would be better as your patron, after all!"\n\nYou admit that's a good point, so after some thought you nod. "You can use your powers, but it has to be subtle. No one can find out you're not human, and it can't be like some big flashy effect."\n\nShotiel immediately looks rather smug at that, Mal pouting. "That's an edge for me, angels are masters of subtle influence," he croons, tossing a smirk at Mal.\n\n"Well we can do it too!" the demon protests. "If we have to!"\n\n"It has to be subtle... oh, and you can't just go around using your powers willy-nilly either," you add. "Doing it to keep your secret or whatever is fine, but like... no mind-whammying people or whatever without asking me. It has to be something I've said is okay to do."\n\n"That seems fair," Shotiel agrees, while Mal gives a slightly grudging nod. "That said, do we have your permission to use our powers to set up our cover here on Earth?"\n\n"Yeah, okay, you'll need to do that," you reply with a nod. "Go ahead with that."\n\n"Alright! Then go to bed and go to sleep. By the time the morning comes, we'll be ready to begin the contest!" \n\nYou nod, feeling a little awkward at getting into bed and pulling the covers up with two immortals staring at you, but thankfully a moment later both of them head out into the hallway. You lay there wondering what you've gotten yourself into for a bit, but when the adrenaline rush wears off you drop off quickly. You awake in the morning feeling relievingly rested, clambering out of bed and changing into jeans and a T-shirt before stepping out into the hall. Without thinking you turn to head downstairs, then pause and turn back to the hallway. Is it... longer? Yes, it definitely is, and there are two doors that weren't there yesterday. What in the world? But a moment later you get the answer as the doors open and a pair of figures step out.\n\nShotiel's hair isn't <i>quite</i> as long and golden as it was yesterday, and he's pulled it back into a ponytail. His eyes are now fixed in a mismatched color scheme, one ocean blue and the other emerald green. The tunic-toga has been replaced by a loose long-sleeved white shirt and a white pleated skirt, with knee-high white socks and white low-top sneakers. Mal no longer has horns or a tail, and rather than bright red skin has a deep tan, and brown eyes that could simply be mistaken for red in a certain light. He's wearing long sleeves too, though the top is black and tight, with holes to bare his slender shoulders. He's gone with a skirt too, black as might be expected, with black thigh-highs and black boots clasped with little silver pentagrams. Both of them could easily and effortlessly pass for girls in those outfits, especially with the light touches of makeup, albeit pretty much completely flat-chested ones.\n\n"Uh... I didn't realize that you two were going to live <i>here</i>," you note a little faintly.\n\n"Of course, it's the easiest way to insure we have equal access to you," Mal declares, resting his hands on his skirt-clad hips, showing that his nails appear painted black. "We agreed to this contest so we're both going to make it as fair as possible."\n\n"We actually worked together to add some rooms to the house and modify your parents' memories," Shotiel picks up. "As far as they're concerned, we're Shauna Asgardia and Mallory Hade, and they took us in because our families were undergoing some crises and had to be out of the country. We kept it pretty vague, since that means we don't have to keep a ton of details straight, it's best for situations like this."\n\n"Huhuhu, angels are pretty good at lying too~," 'Mallory' smarms, putting his fingers in front of his mouth as he side-eyes the white-clad boy.\n\n'Shauna' rolls his mismatched eyes, then clears his throat and smiles brightly. "Anyway! Don't worry, the spell we crafted should cover just about everything, even our records for school when it starts back! So just relax and let's get started being friends!"\n\nYou nod a little uncertainly, among other things wondering why they felt the need to take female names and dress like girls, but maybe that's just how both of them like it. They do look really cute, you have to admit, even blushing a little as they follow you down the stairs, skirts flouncing in a way that really wants to attract your eye. Just as they said, when you get downstairs, your mother greets all three of you as if it were completely normal, not even batting an eye as she sets bacon and eggs in front of three teenagers instead of one. You start to relax a little, the sense of normalcy almost contagious as you eat, only to be reminded that there is in fact a contest on as Shauna chirps, "We should decide what to do today!"\n\n"Jamie, you should let me take us shopping," Mallory croons, reaching out to rest a slender hand on your forearm. "We can go to the mall or the shopping strips or wherever you want! Hell has an almost unlimited supply of mortal currency you could use!"\n\nShauna pouts a little, then perks up as she leans in, countering with, "No, let's go outside and play! You've already got a lot more stamina and resilience from the angel sigil I put on you, and I can make that even better! Imagine running, swimming, playing sports, as much as you want without worrying about getting tired, having allergies, getting hurt!"\n\nYou're not exactly the athletic type... but that's specifically because you've always had to worry about exactly those sorts of things. On the other hand, who wouldn't be tempted by an essentially unlimited shopping spree? Although part of you squirms at the idea of picking either... you weren't expecting the pressure of the competition to start so soon!\n\n<hr>\n[[Shopping spree.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Athletics.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Stay in.|QOInc6x9]]

Maybe if you can just grab the towel and cover up you won't feel so, uh, weird about this until he wanders away again. Still covering your boobs with one arm, you edge carefully closer to the counter and, incidentally, your naked father as you reach your other hand out for the towel... which gets knocked to the floor and well out of reach as you're snagged by the arm. You yelp as you're abruptly... not roughly, it's more just that it's so quick that keeps you off-kilter... pulled forward and bent over the counter, your father's hands running up and down your back with just enough pressure to keep you bent forward, your ass jutted out behind you.\n\n"What the hell?!" you yelp, although not too loudly, out of a mixture or lingering fear that you might wake him up or, equally as bad at this point, that you might wake up your mother. "Dad, what are you even mmmmmf!" This last is as he grips your ass with both hands and gives a slow, rolling squeeze that makes you instinctively arch your back, pressing forward against the counter. His hands run back up your lower back and waist, then rub your ass again, slowly kneading it. 'Oh fuck, does he think I'm Mom?!' you think, looking over your shoulder at his somnolent face... then flushing as you feel his obviously hard cock rubbing against your ass and inner thighs as he rocks his hips back and forth lightly. 'Yeaaah pretty sure he thinks I'm Mom.' "Dad!" you hiss out loud, half hoping you'll wake him up and still half afraid you'll wake him up, the contradiction not quite sinking in for you in your current state.\n\nUnfortunately for your mental state, having your ass kneaded and a fat cock rubbing against you is exactly the sort of thing you were starting to think about when you were 'stoking the furnace' earlier, and your body is primed and ready to respond to such attention. You can't help but let out a moan as your father continues rubbing and stroking your ass, a trickle of arousal running down your inner thigh even as you glance worriedly at the open bathroom door and the dark hallway beyond. Shit, there's really absolutely nothing to stop your mother from seeing practically the moment she steps out of her bedroom. "D-Dad, c'mon, you've gotta... wait, you cannoooot be serious!" you whimper as one of his arms moves and you can feel the tip of his prick rubbing up and down, lightly parting your plumped-up pussylips.\n\nIt seems though that, in his unconscious-but-mobile state, he is entirely serious. You gasp loudly, then bite down on your lower lip and try to muffle your moan as your father's cock pushes into your tight teen pussy. 'Daaaammit stop feeling good stop feeling good stop feeling good,' you chant silently to yourself, letting your head hang forward and your lips part again as you start panting at feeling it sink deeper and deeper into you. His hands continue stroking up and down your back gently, comfortingly, seductively even as his dick spreads you open and slips deeper and deeper into your dripping, eager cunt, until finally you can feel his hips press up against your ass. Then he begins a smooth, light pumping motion that seems to strike just the right rhythm to make you feel it in your entire body and build your stimulation steadily higher. \n\n'G-god dammit, if he's this good when he's awake no wonder he and Mom fuck like rabbits,' you think through the building haze of pleasure in your mind, starting to let out low moans more steadily, even as you press a hand over your mouth to try and muffle yourself. "Dad, c'mon, shit, fuuuck you've gotta, fuck!" you squeak against your palm as he gives your ass a light slap. It makes your pussy squeeze at just the right time to make him rub up firmly against somewhere inside you that makes you twitch and buck atop the countertop, reflexively thrusting your ass back against him as you actually have a small orgasm. 'Fuck, fuck, this is bad this is bad this is bad but fuuuck does it feel good,' you whine internally as you moan against your hand, turning it to bite against your knuckle as you look over your shoulder again, your father's face composed and peaceful as if in sleep even as he keeps fucking you against the counter and squeezing your ass, occasionally giving it those perfectly-timed little slaps. Of course you can see pretty much the same thing when you look ahead in the mirror, as well as his still well-maintained body moving as he fucks you, and the jiggles of your own ass as his hips slap against it.\n\nThe little orgasms from his spanks build and build, until finally you grit your teeth and throw your head back, doing your best to strangle your yowl of release in your throat as your pussy squeezes and flutters around your father's cock, trying to suck him deeper in. Despite that he pulls out, your pussy giving a little gush at suddenly being empty, and you watch a bit distantly in the mirror as he strokes his shaft (gleaming with your girlcum), spilling himself onto the curves of your ass like you were some porn star and he was giving you the scene's moneyshot, the warm, gooey feeling of his jizz hitting your skin sending little shivers of lewd excitement and embarrassment running through you. He stands there for a moment, before his hand drops and he turns, shambling his way out of the bathroom again, making the turn to head back into his bedroom.\n\n'What... the fuck?' you think foggily, still trying to come to grips with the fact that what just happened actually happened. You'd like to chalk it up as some particularly lewd dream and forget about it, but there's the fact that you're not waking up, but instead staying right where you are, bent over the counter with your well-fucked pussy and cum-spattered ass pointed at the shower. ... Oh, right, the shower. Well, it's obviously hot by now, and since you definitely need it, may as well. You close the bathroom door again (locking it this time) and step into the shower, pulling the door closed, and after a second turning around to prioritize letting the stream of steamy water wash your dad's jizz off your butt.\n\nSo that's a thing that happened, you think as you soap up. What now? Well obviously you finish your shower and go to bed, but then what? You're 99.9% positive your father has no idea what just happened, so telling your parents (either or both) what happened at this point just seems like it would be humiliating and traumatic for everyone involved.\n\n<hr>\n[[Just pretend it never happened.|GGParent13x5]]\n\n[[Pretend it never happened but take precautions.|GGParent]]

You'll just... act like it was all a dream. You know it's not a dream, but you'll act like it was! And maybe eventually convince yourself it was a dream, you assure yourself, even as a shiver runs through you at recalling the feeling of your father's very real cock pumping away inside you. ... Nope, nope, that was a dream! Didn't happen! you think as you turn off the water and clambering out, blushing again as you lean down to pick up the towel off the floor. ... Dream!\n\nCertainly your father doesn't seem to have any idea what happened the next day... no furtive glances, no blushing when he looks at you, no pulling his cock out and bending you over the breakfast table. ... Not that you really expected that last one but. ... Y'know. Aaanyway, the fact that he seems completely oblivious helps with your own attempts to act as if the whole sleepfucking incident never happened, and within a few days you're starting to feel fairly normal again.\n\nRoughly a week later, you're sprawled on the couch downstairs, watching Netflix in your sleeping pants and a tanktop when the front door opens and your father strolls in. "Oh, hey honey," he says, waving. \n\n"Hey Pop, you're home early," you comment with a glance over.\n\n"Yeah, slept pretty bad last night, decided to call it an early day, come home, take a nap," he says as he heads upstairs.\n\n"'Kay, sleep well," you answer absently, currently a bit more absorbed in season four of Lucifer than his plans for the afternoon.\n\nAbout half an hour later, you blink and glance up at the sight of your father making his way back down the stairs, wearing just a pair of plaid boxers. "Uh, Dad, everything okay? Are you-" Noticing his rather shambling motions, droopy eyelids, and wobbling motion, your expression goes flat. "-kidding me?"\n\nHe shuffles his way towards the couch, with you considering making a break for it but ultimately ruling it out. The last time you got near him while he was like this, things did... escalate... after all. Instead you sit and try to act as nonchalant as you can, just continuing to watch your show as if he wasn't there. Pretending everything's normal has worked out for you so well so far! Indeed, you continue pretending everything's fine as he rifles through the objects on the surface of the coffee table and opens and closes several of the nearby storage cabinet's doors, before finally flumping down to sit next to you on the couch. 'TV zombie,' you can't help but think in amusement as you sit there, hoping that in a minute or an episode or whatever he'll wander back upstairs to bed. A dashed hope, sadly, as he reaches over and starts sensually rubbing your stomach, making you twitch a bit even as your body traitorously reacts beneath your clothing. (It may or may not have started getting a little primed anyway with remembering the last time, despite trying very hard not to.)\n\n"Oh for Christ's sake, would you knock it off?" you mutter, squirming in place as your somnolent father turns a bit and starts rubbing both hands over your belly and sides. "Dad, I am not Mom, okay? I am not gyeek!" You hop in place a bit as his hands move to cup your breasts... and even in his sleep he frowns thoughtfully, squeezing them a few times while you wriggle in place. "Yeah, see? Not Mom," you say a little sourly. "Those are definitely nooooooot happening oh my God," you groan as, instead of moving on, pulls your tanktop together into the middle baring both your breasts. One gets cupped in his hand, his movements lazy and dreamy as he rolls your breast gently with his fingers, while he lowers his head to the other and starts suckling, mouth and tongue working your nipple in similarly dreamy fashion. "Hahahaaaa okay okay time to wake up now, mmmmf, mmf mmf mmf," you protest, biting your lower lip and thumping a palm against the arm of the couch, looking back and forth nervously as if just to assure yourself the living room is empty, but mostly dwelling on the opening of the entryway. "Thiiis is... shiiit why are you so good at that," you whimper as he moves his mouth over to your other nipple and similarly starts suckling and working his tongue over it, your hips giving a reflexive twitch out of your control.\n\nBy the time he raises his head from repeatedly licking your breasts and suckling your nipples and generally toying with your pert teenage tits all in that calm, sleepy, and very skillful manner, you're left panting and red-faced and already having cum once. You try to focus as he shifts on the couch, and starts to get up. "Yes, good, go, go back to be-" you start to say breathlessly, only to watch him instead shift to his knees in front of you. "Ah fucking hell," you whimper, finding yourself not really able to fight it as he snags the waistband of your sleeping pants and hauls them down, baring your wet, plump pussy and smoothly raising your thighs up onto his shoulder. "You are not seriously gonnaaaaaaa fuuuuck," you groan, one hand shooting to his head and gripping lightly in his hair as his tongue begins to play over your pussy, the somnolent strokes and slurps falling into a perfect rhythm that has you twitching your hips and arching your back. "Daaaaad, God, God dammit, you... mmmf, you really need to... mmmmmmn," you groan out, eyes rolling some as you slump back against the couch at his tongue swirling around your clit. "O-okay, you have gotta wake up and stop this in like... like at the most, two... -wenty minutes," you breathe, shivering all over as another soft orgasm rocks your body.\n\nYou continue to moan and writhe as your sleeping father eats you out, his mouth going over your pussy with an attention to detail that an unconscious person really shouldn't be able to, though the look on his face says he's just that. You alternate betweeen moaning and protesting, and looking with guilt and worry towards the door, wondering if your mother might walk in at any moment. But as it goes on even that fades away, and soon you're just laying on the couch whimpering and groaning out your pleasure as your father's tongue brings you off again.\n\nBy the time he straightens up from his bent-forward position and shoves his boxers down, freeing his stiff prick, you just have no mental fortitude to resist, even verbally. You just wrap your legs around your father's waist as he pushes his prick into your sodden cunt and starts fucking you with the same perfect, steady rhythm he used the other night, this time his hands moving to knead and stroke your tits as he does. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck," you whimper, resting your hands on his arms and half-consciously urging him on with squeezes of your legs, feeling the cock that made you pumping away inside your pussy, throbbing and eager while your father's sleeping face looms above you. It doesn't take long before your pussy is squeezing and fluttering around him and soaking his balls, but he still fucks you to yet another orgasm after that before pulling out, sleepily stroking himself off to spill his load all over the front of your crotch, a few splatters of it hitting the bottom of your tanktop. Then, with no further adieu, he tugs his boxers mostly back into place and shambles off up the stairs, leaving you flushed, panting, bottomless, and with spread legs showing off your well-fucked pussy as you lay on the couch.\n\n"... So that's a thing that happened," you mutter to the empty room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Time to tell someone.|GGParent13x6]]\n\n[[Time to... get used to the new dynamic.|GGParent]]

"Look, you can if you want, but I think I've had enough encounters with strange lifeforms today," you mutter. "Even if they're simple plant-based life forms."\n\nLeslie sticks her tongue out at you, then turns to the wall and runs her hand along some of the glowing stuff. There's a surprisingly loud <i>squish</i> noise, her hand sinking further into the bioluminescent fungus than you expected it to be, and then leaving a dark smear on the wall as she slides her hand across. She looks at the glowing green mass on her palm and fingers, which is actually dripping and particularly slimy looking, briefly looking uncertain, before she smears it across her shoulder, down across one small bare breast and down along her stomach, leaving a glowing diagonal line across her front. "It... actually doesn't feel too bad," she notes, as she smears a bit on her hip and down her opposite arm as well. "It's sort of like some lotion I've used, it's cool and a little tingly."\n\nYou don't comment, just watching as she applies some to her neck, though you raise your eyebrows some as she finishes off by cupping her bare crotch with her slime-filled hand, leaving a vaguely obvious handprint. She shrugs a little sheepishly at you, and you shake your head a little before turning and continuing. The tunnel continues winding on, just wide enough to give you about six inches of clearance on either side of your shoulders. Soon the patches of bioluminescent algae or whatever they are stop appearing on the walls, leaving you with just the faint glow from behind you to see by. "I guess that was a pretty good idea, Les," you comment.\n\n"Yuh," she responds. You blink... she sounds a little odd. You glance over your shoulder, but out of the corner of your eye she seems fine, though she's slogging along a bit with head and shoulders somewhat slumped. Well, you can't really blame her that much, you guess. It has been... a really long and really tiring night, it's pretty surprising that either of you are on your feet at all. It's all you can do to keep forcing yourself to move ahead. In fact you're tired enough that your head's swimming a little bit, and you lose track of time, not sure how long you're really stumbling along the dim, featureless passage, when you hear Leslie's voice, not only too far behind as if she'd stopped moving so well (which is odd since the light is just as strong as before, maybe even stronger), as well as sounding a bit thick and gurgling. "Cy... an..."\n\nYou turn around, then stare in shock and horror. Leslie's entire body has gone a white not entirely unlike the 'dead fish belly' color you saw earlier, though it also looks spongey and puckered somehow, with the parts of it that are still glowing faintly green seeming to vaguely pulse and twitch. Not only that, but almost all of her hair has fallen out, the top of her head having bulged outward into something vaguely resembling a glowing green mushroom cap. Her breasts have swollen into large, prominent, gravity-defying globes, somehow looking both stiff and squishy at the same time, with no real sign of her nipples. Her legs have thickened, almost more like stalks, her feet and toes having lifted slightly off the bases of them and seemingly sinking into them. She twitches and jerks as she reaches her hands out towards you, those too having become thicker and more stalk-like, her fingers jutting from the trunklike ends of the limbs and starting to bulge mushroom-like at the tips.\n\n"Cy... an... my stalk... wants you..." she groans, her eyes pale and seeming not quite fixed on you. Something about that term makes you jerk your head downward... at her crotch, the spot where she'd marked herself with the glowing handprint has spread, turning into a thick, almost spherical bulge at the front of her crotch, the top of it glowing and slimy like some varieties of mushroom you've seen. But as you watch the sphere pushes outward, extending an actual stem from her crotch, and winding up looking like a rather immense, bulbous-headed cock. "Wants... you... spores... in you..." she groans, staggering an unsteady step towards you, hands reaching.\n\n<hr>\n[["Leslie! Snap out of it!"|GGHH4ax6]]\n\n[[nopenopenope.gif|GGHH]]

"I think the tunnel's better than trying to swim our way out blind," you decide. You hesitate for just a moment, using looking for any of your clothes that might have survived as an excuse not to actually have to make good on your decision. All you see are scraps of cloth too large to mean anything substantial is left and too small to try and cobble even a loincloth together out of. Sighing, you head towards the tunnel, Leslie following along behind you with a similar level of eagerness. \n\nThough the tunnel ceiling is at least two feet over your head, you still feel like ducking as you walk along. There's just a sense of it being cramped, of a lot of something pressing in from above, and as you walk along, ever more from the sides. Your mind runs wild wondering exactly what it is beyond the walls. Stone? Water? Heck, for all you know it could be outer space, though that certainly seems unlikely. Even if it wasn't cold and slightly damp in here, you think you'd get the shivers. As it is, your naked body is covered with gooseflesh, tiny bumps running along your arms and legs and making them as textured as a lizard.\n\n"Do you think this smell is something those fishmen left on us?" Leslie comments after awhile, unable to take the looming silence. You know you should tell her to be quiet in case something hears, but frankly you couldn't take the silence anymore either. "Or is it this glowy lichen stuff?"\n\n"I don't know," you murmur, lifting one forearm and sniffing experimentally. You know what she means, though... a sort of musty, rank odor, like... rotting dirt.\n\n"Maybe we ought to take some of this stuff with us," Leslie continues, actually stopping to look at a particularly large patch of the glowing green fuzzslime. "I mean what if it stops growing later in the tunnel and we get left in the dark?"\n\n"It's not like we've got a jar or anything to stuff full of it, like in that movie," you counter, though admittedly she has a point. You realize you could have wiped some on one of those shreds of cloth to use as a makeshift lantern, but you don't want to risk going back, especially just for that.\n\n"We could probably just smear some on ourselves, be our own lights," your friend suggests. She sounds just a little frayed... obviously being in the dark is scary enough for her that she's desperate to make sure you'll still have light later. You can't say you really blame her for <i>that</i>. "I mean, we wouldn't be able to hide if we needed to, I guess, but... can we even really hide from those things? You saw their eyes!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Don't use the glowstuff.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Let Leslie, you won't.|GGHH4x5]]\n\n[[Both of you take some.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

Of course Ranma's breaking and impregnation isn't actually the last of the plan and negotiations. For one, you and your new horsecocked spouse (effectively) have to decide on what to do with your businesses. After an extended debate at the end of which you're forced to admit that there's just no good way to combine 'cat' and 'okonimiyaki' and not give the wrong impression, you eventually consent to naming the new place 'Nekohanten' with 'Okonomiyaki & Noodles' directly under it as your compromise.\n\nMousse winds up with a lot of questions about why the sudden merger... but some cursed girl water and a good breaking-in later, and 'Mouse' is bustling meekly around the restaurant area wearing a collar and a white and blue qipao cut to hide a belly starting to show the signs of pregnancy, she and your other barefoot and pregnant waitress allowing all the ass-squeezings and boob-fondlings the customers like. Of course eventually Ranma's other interested parties show up to protest and make demands... but that just means adding to the wait staff. If Cologne has any objections to her granddaughter's methods, the old woman keeps it to herself, perhaps out of fear that the two of you seem to have become quite adept at turning anyone who gets in the way of your ambitions into a hot young brood mare. Perhaps she just considers growing a cock and subjegating everyone who challenges you into your breeding stock to be an apt extension of the Amazon method of destroying female enemies and/or marrying male ones, and is thus satisfied with Shampoo's life choices, who can say?\n\nOf course there's also the other big argument... what to name your first offspring, with the main problem being whether it should be a Japanese or Chinese name. Eventually the two of you settle on the obvious answer: if the kid is yours you get to pick, if the kid is Shampoo's, she gets to pick. Of course, Ranma winds up not letting you down there, and proving herself an early contender for top breeding stock... she has not twins, but quads. Two with pretty auburn hair, two with hot purple hair. (Also two girls and two futas, for a nice balance.) With that question settled so amicably, you and Shampoo happily continue on with your married life, fucking your slaves, each other, and occasionally just whoever takes your fancy. After all, at your strength and with your growing wealth, the only thing that really holds your ambitions in check is your own satisfaction... why overextend yourselves? As long as you can keep growing your little 'family', the two of you are perfectly content to run your restaurant and indulge your vices with one another.\n\nIt wound up being a beautiful friendship indeed.\n\n<b>Strongman Okonomiyaki</b> end - <i>Brood mares and happy marriage</i>

"Let's go look at the pond," you decide. The two of you take lanterns and head to the back door, spending a few moments messing with the old, somewhat warped white-painted doors and pushing them open, heading across the broad stone porch. Down a short flight of stone steps, across a barren garden area, and you arrive at the edge of a long, rectangular stone pool.\n\nThe water has gone beyond simply being choked with algae. Even as you bring the light of the camp lantern closer, the water looks thick and black rather than just green... as if it had congealed into some sort of otherworldly slime. Shuddering a little, you stand up and take a step back, suddenly feeling it much easier to believe something monstrous and inhuman lurked under those waters.\n\n"Wow, check it out," Leslie murmurs, walking to one of the ends of the pool and holding up her own lantern. "This wasn't in the movie." She seems to be referring to the tall, ugly concrete statue that's been set on a base at the shorter side. It's a good eight feet tall from tip to toe, if you don't take into account its arms raised up high in a classic fright pose. Its head is huge and bluntly angled forward, reminiscent of some deep sea fish with its gaping maw filled with needle teeth, wetness dribbling from it that implies it serves as a sort of birdbath (poor birds). Its front is layered like the back of a lobster's shell, its limbs lanky and ending in long, many-jointed fingers with crudely-rendered webbing between them.\n\n"Well, it was. That's definitely the pond monster," you comment after a moment of looking. "Wonder if they stuck that there after the movie?"\n\nLeslie glances towards you and opens her mouth to speak. What happens next is so fast that you're left staring in shock for several long moments even after it's done. Her eyes widen, and whatever she was going to say turns into a scream that's abruptly cut off as she's yanked sideways and downward, disappearing below the black water with barely a ripple. You just stare at where she was standing, brain not quite comprehending what you just saw, until you feel something clamp around your ankle and yank you just as fast and hard.\n\nYou go from standing in clear, if somewhat musty air, to being completely surrounded by thick, murky black water in an instant. Your nerves are still catching up to the fact that you're soaked to the skin by the cold liquid as you realize you're being dragged deeper and deeper by something with a grip like iron.\n\n<hr>\n[[Panic.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Try to stay calm.|GGHH4x2]]

"We're gonna hafta try and push the eggs out," you decide, not wanting to think about how much bigger they might get inside you... or whether you'd 'lay' them before they hatched.\n\n"O-okay... how?" Leslie asks.\n\n"... Go to the edge of the water and lay down. I guess I'll kinda hafta... step on you," you suggest after a moment.\n\n"What?!" she blurts, her voice almost coming out in a squeak. \n\n"Look, it's all I can think of!" you snap back. "We don't want these things squirting all over the floor! And how else am I gonna help you push them out?!"\n\nLeslie stares at you for a few moments, then sighs and struggles to her feet. Moving over to the water's edge, she stares fearfully at it for a few moments, then carefully sits down on the edge, wincing as she slides her legs into the black pool. She lays down on her back, watching you as you walk over to her, biting her lower lip. You raise up one bare foot (you're not even sure when you lost your shoes and socks... maybe during your drag through the water?), hesitate for a moment, then bring it down on the bulge of Leslie's stomach and start pushing.\n\nYour slender friend spasms, her eyes rolling up in her head as she twitches... but from the tone of her scream, it's because she's orgasming hard. Her whole body twitches and jerks, her pussy gushing, spatters of girlcum creating little ripples on the surface of the black water. Her pussy slowly opens up, and something translucent with a dark center, a bit smaller than a baseball, slowly pushes its way out. You stare, but keep grinding your foot, since the treatment is apparently working. Leslie screams in continued orgasm as your heel indents the bulge of her belly and the first egg pops out of her pussy, dropping into the black water and disappearing.\n\nYou continue grinding your foot against your "suffering" friend's belly until a number of the round, quivering eggs have plopped out and fallen into the water. Finally judging that Leslie's stomach has gone completely flat again, you step back and eye her. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes rolled up in her head, drool running down one cheek. For a few moments you're worried that she's cum so hard that she's completely lost it... but eventually she sits up and scoots back from the water, starting to catch her breath. "Fuuuuck. I seriously thought I was gonna die," she groans, then adds under her breath, "But what a way to go."\n\n"Well, if it makes you feel any better, now it's your turn to do it to me," you say, trying to force some offhanded cheer into your voice. You sit down just like she did and lay back, watching Leslie struggle to her feet and take a moment to steady her rubbery legs. Then, with what you think might be a little too much eagerness, she stomps her foot down on your swollen stomach. Pain and pleasure slam through your body in equal measure, causing an instant eye-rolling orgasm. You yowl and shriek, your tongue jutting out and body twitching out of your control. It hurts <i>so good</i>, especially as the large eggs stretch your pussy on their way out.\n\nLike Leslie, it takes you several minutes to recover once the last of your eggs have plopped into the water. As you shiver and whimper through the aftershocks, you're left wondering where you'll ever get a sensation like this again. Of course, you don't <i>want</i> this to happen again? ... Right? ... Anyway. Standing, you glance at the water, then at Leslie. "Okay, we've gotta get out of here."\n\n"How? Back through there?" Leslie asks, pointing at the water.\n\nWell. That is how you got in here... but you don't exactly relish going into that cold, black water, especially since you have only the vaguest idea of how to get back to the surface. Plus you very much have the feeling that's where your kidnappers are... and who knows what else. You squint into the dimly-lit cavern, then point. "It looks like there's a tunnel or something back there... there might be a way out. Or at least a way away from those things."\n\n"Or it could suddenly drop off into a bottomless pit," Leslie grumbles.\n\nHalf annoyed by her pessimism and half having to agree with it, you look back and forth between your two options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Water.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Tunnel.|GGHH4x4]]

You stare out at the graveyard, confused. How did you get here? It was daytime before, wasn't it? Yes, it was daytime, sunlight was coming in through the windows of the hospital, and...\n\n... and you died. Oh, that's right. You look down at your hands, pale and bloodless past the cuffs of your nicest suit. You're in the graveyard because you're dead, and your friends and family buried you. And now... now you're up. That's not how things are supposed to be. Why are you up and walking around? That's not how the dead are supposed to be.\n\nYou feel yourself being drawn forward, further away from your grave, and after wrestling with your confusion for a moment you follow the impulse, walking forward and following the little path through the graves and stones, until you come to a trio of memorial benches. You settle on one, folding your hands in your lap, and you wait. You somehow know that if you wait, someone will come along and take you to where you're supposed to belong.\n\nWhere is that? You don't know. You really don't know. And so you sit and consider, trying to ponder out your life and where it might have landed you, assuming that any of what you ever considered or believed is true. It's a worrying line of thought, and you're glad you have the privacy of the darkened graveyard to consider it.\n\nYou raise your head as you hear the pounding of hoofbeats in the distance. Here it comes... here eternity comes to claim you. You start to take a deep breath, then realize you haven't been breathing at all anyway, and simply rise to your feet. As a dark, mounted figure starts to come into view from ahead, something makes you turn your head towards the path, where you can just faintly make out a figure on foot hurrying away in the distance...\n\n<b>Buddy's Midnight Walk</b> end - <i>Invaded privacy</i>

"Let's just use a little bit of mana the first time, to see how it goes," you reply. "Just in case that chance for failure isn't actually affected by my Luck stat."\n\n"Hm, that's fair, Master. In that case, do you want to do it, or shall I, just to see?"\n\n"Ah... Mary, is your Luck stat as good as mine?" you ask with a blink. "... Ah, sorry if that sounds bad, I mean-"\n\n"No, no, it's fine! Actually as your Familiar and now that I'm powered back to normal, we share stats, whichever are better," she notes, flicking a hand through the air. "Like back on Earth when you punched that locker and put a dent in it, you were temporarily using my Magic and Strength stats, though they were a little more abstract on Earth. Of course now most of yours are better, but we still get the benefit. So I'll roll the gacha with your Luck, it just might tint things a little."\n\n"Mmm." You cup your chin thoughtfully, then give another soft 'ah'. "You mean, you're more likely to get a demon or something?"\n\n"Right! Since you're still a human, Master, you could get almost anything, including that rare and super powerful Crystal Dragon! But since it's me, it'll probably be a demon or devil of some kind."\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll do it.|QODK]]\n\n[[Let Mary do it.|QODK]]

Oh who are you kidding? "Yeah let's do the gacha," you say.\n\n"Yay! That sounds like a ton of fun, Master! Hm... let's fix this throne room up a bit first, don't you think?" Mary suggests, glancing around. "It'd be a bad first impression for whatever shows up if it's just a barren throne room lit by a summoned ball of light, huh?"\n\nYeah, she's got a point there. So you and Mary spend the rest of the day using various spells to decorate and reshape the throne room. You mold out some space around the back of the throne and create some ornately framed fogged-glass windows with magical light sources behind them to give a shadowy moonlight look, craft a sort of winged demon impressionistic structure to curl around the throne and give it a more brooding look, create some candles to go on shelves and archaic-looking banners to go across the archways (and potentially conceal traps or monsters in the future), add a few fallen angel statues, more mood lighting in the form of candle stands and... voila! A pretty decent gothic throne room, if you do say so yourself!\n\n<img src="images/jdkthroneroom.jpg">\n\n'Maya'd probably like this,' you think with a bit of satisfaction, before turning your attention to the other thing that needs remodeling now that the throne room's done, but before you move on to the summoning... yourself. Since you don't know what sort of monster you'll get from the gacha, you decided to stick with a normal human look, but one that still says 'demon king'. In fact you decide to base your new look after a specific character in a manga you read... he had a pretty definitive 'human demon king' look, you think. So, after a chant of "Archdemon Transformation!" while holding the image in your mind, the mana wraps around you and reshapes you... tall, slender, with black hair and red eyes, your clothing becoming a high-collared black shirt with white trim and wide sleeves, beneath a crimson cape decorated around the shoulders and clasps with a number of golden ornaments, and a matching belt with plain pants and boots. There... this should be enough that no one says 'Where's the Demon King?!' when they arrive, including whatever you get from the gacha.\n\n<img src="images/maoujamie1.png">\n\n"Looking good, Master!" Mary chirps, giving you a thumbs-up.\n\n"Thanks, Mary. So, do I just chant 'Summon Being', or what?"\n\n"I crafted a summoning circle on the floor here, just to reduce the mana usage a little bit more, so yeah you can just face that and focus on it. But how much mana are you planning to use, Master?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Just the minimum.|QODK1x7]]\n\n[[A fair bit.|QODK]]\n\n[[A large amount.|QODK]]\n\n[[As much as possible.|QODK]]\n\n[[Whatever feels right.|QODK6x1]]

"Alright, then, Master, so there's two ways to summon Monsters!"\n\n"Whew, being a Demon King has a lot of options," you murmur, shaking your head.\n\n"Heheh, yeah, well, it's called a King for a reason. But yeah, the first is the most direct way, just a straight-up summon spell. Y'know, 'Summon...!' ... but you put the name of whatever monster you want to summon there," she continues. "Since it's you that'll work like a charm, and it's cheap on mana since spells for summoning monsters that way already exist in this world, it's not draining your energy to make up a new spell on the fly. The other way is to do gacha!"\n\n"... You just said 'gacha', didn't you?"\n\n"Yup! I love those games on my phone, Master! ... Oh, I should see if I can make my phone work here sometime," she continues, pulling it out of nowhere and looking at the dark screen and tapping her lower lip. You blink, checking your inventory... huh, your phone and Earth clothes are in there, that's kinda nice. Mary tucks the phone away and continues, "But yeah, this world already has a precedent for it, it's just called 'Summon Being'... it's known for just sort of randomly spitting out monsters and creatures, depending on how much mana you put into it. Since it's random, you can either get something that way exceeds your mana output, like a greater elemental, or something that makes it a total waste, like a kobold. But!" She holds up a finger. "We've got something that prevents that second outcome for us, Master!"\n\nYou look at her for a moment, then blink. "Wait, do my super stats include my Luck stat?"\n\n"They do, Master! So your chances of blowing the gacha are basically nothing, you'll always get something that's at the very least worth your mana investment, or maybe something way way better, like getting a Crystal Dragon from expending the minimum energy on it!"\n\nWell, that's a relief, that you won't do the 'real world' equivalent of doing a ten-pull and getting nothing but plates of spicy tofu. The temptation to just see what you get is pretty strong, although you feel like you could easily get distracted from the main point of summoning monsters that way, that being to actually populate your lair.\n\n<hr>\n[[Summon specific monsters.|QODK3x1]]\n\n[[Gacha! Gacha gacha, gacha gacha gacha!|QODK1x6]]

"Hm, you see the new temp?" the head cook asks, glancing around as he and his assistant walk across the entryway of the restaurant.\n\n"Nah. But there's not blood everywhere, so maybe they did okay," the assistant answers, squinting at the stage. "Uh-oh, Boomer's got his clothes off, though. Still packin' that dog dildo, too. Maybe he just molested whoever it was and they managed to run off."\n\n"How does he keep getting that thing back?" the cook mutters as the two of them walk into the kitchen. Then he pauses, sniffing a bit. "Hey, you smell something?"\n\n"Smells kinda like..." Pursing his lips a bit, the assistant walks over to the oven and pulls the door open. "Aw man, not again."\n\nThe animatronics did a good job with you, that much can be said. Your skin has turned a nice, crisp golden brown, nicely highlighting the curve of your rump as it sticks up in the air. The apple has shriveled, but the juices mingled with the dripped fat have created a wonderful sweetish pork scent in the air that wafts out and smacks the cooks in the face.\n\n"I hate it when they use the kitchen," the cook groans, rubbing his face. "Can't they just kill the temps out in the dining room? Then that's janitorial's job. I hate having to get rid of bodies."\n\n"Yeah," the assistant says with a sigh. Then he sniffs at your crispy-skinned corpse again. "Well, they're getting better at cooking, at least, you've gotta give 'em that."\n\n"Honestly I think Robert looks shit up for them on the internet on nights when we don't have a temp," the cook grumbles. "Well. I guess that makes getting rid of the body easier, though."\n\n"Always look on the bright side!" his assistant chirps, going to get the tongs he uses to pull pork.\n\nWell, at least no one can ever say you didn't contribute to the business.\n\n<b>Fast Felipe's Fiesta Funhouse Kitchen</b> end - <i>Golden brown and delicious</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

"It seems like taking over the ruined castle would be the least trouble, not having to mess with kicking anyone out or convincing anyone to let us take over," you note.\n\n"Sure sure, lets us get to Demon Kinging faster!" Mary chirps. You're not sure about her phrasing, verbing weirds language after all. But she goes on to add, "Hm, there should be a flying carpet in your inventory, I think? That's probably the fastest and smoothest way to get there, since we don't have to impress anybody."\n\nYou take a moment to search through your inventory and, sure enough, 'Magic Carpet'. Hunh, you guess there really are all sorts of magic items here. You retrieve it from storage and it appears in front of you... for some reason you expected it to not be very large, like maybe the size of a rug you'd put in front of a chair or something, but this is more one of those 'covers most of the dining room' type rugs, in the semi-expected Persian style with a lot of gold and blue. You step onto it a little gingerly, but after a second settle down to sit roughly in the middle of it. "Alright, how do I make it go?"\n\n"It's fine, Master, I'll drive!" Mary chirps, zipping through the air to settle onto the rug in front of you, her tiny body sinking in a bit. She must be exerting some sort of silent magical influence over it, because after a moment it starts raising into the air, then banks and turns, rising higher and taking off towards the horizon. You'd expected it to be... well, sort of flappy and wobbly, maybe like a waterbed or something, or at worst to have to cling on as it shuddered loosely through the air. Instead it stays perfectly flat and firm, always seeming to be at an even plane to you even when it banks or turns or tilts. So really it's pretty much like sitting on the floor, just a bit more comfortable due to being, well, a decently padded rug.\n\n"Huh. This is pretty nice," you note, since the carpet even seems to be keeping you from getting wind-whipped, just providing a constant pleasant breeze. "I bet you could put a chair or something on this and it'd be a really comfy ride."\n\n"Or a bed," Mary proffers with a giggle.\n\nThat makes you blush, and fall silent, instead just watching the scenery zip past below. Every so often you'll see little villages and towns, and once or twice larger cities and castles, but the carpet's moving fairly fast so you don't have much time to gawk. Gradually the land beneath turns less green and more scraggly, and then mostly rocky and dark, even the sky overhead becoming overcast and dark. The carpet gradually descends as it approaches a low plateau, topped by... a pile of squarish rocks in a vaguely discernable shape that might have been the base of a building at some point, along with a number of other large, obviously shaped (but partially shattered) stones scattered about the landscape. "Uhhh, you said it was abandoned, not... gone."\n\n"Well it's sort of abandoned because it's a ruin. The Demon King it belonged to sort of... exploded... when he got defeated," Mary admits a little sheepishly.\n\n"... I don't wanna explode, Mar."\n\n"You won't, you won't, that was just that guy!" The carpet settles down onto the relatively flat plane below the plateau. There's a pathway up it nearby leading to the ruin, and you're a bit curious why she didn't get closer, but instead she just hops up. "But anyway! We can fix it!"\n\n"We can?" you ask as you stand, stepping off the carpet.\n\n"Really, you can, Master! You can basically make up whatever magic spell you can visualize, all you've gotta do is think it up and push power into it. So if you decided to make a castle rebuilding spell..."\n\n"Wow, it's really that versatile?" Mary really didn't skimp on coming up with cheat abilities for you, did she? Hm... if she says you can do it, you're willing to give it a try! You close your eyes and hold your hands out, thinking that a spell that restores buildings to their original condition can't be <i>that</i> outlandish, then call out "Rebuild!"\n\nYou can actually feel your hands growing warm, and you get a brief flash of a vision in your mind before it's gone. Almost instantly you can hear the grinding and groaning of stone sliding against stone, and when you open your eyes the jumble of rock at the top of the plateau is visibly churning around, bits of it pushing out from the others and separating, sliding into place along the perimeter. You can see some of the rocks that are scattered about the landscape starting to slide towards the plateau too, leaving ruts in the dirt as they go. "Wow, it really wo-" You cut off as you wobble in place, your vision swimming briefly as a wave of dizziness washes over you.\n\n"Oop!" Mary flies up to the side of your head and rests her small hands on it, as if she could actually balance you like that. ... Actually you kind of do feel steadier, maybe it's the thought that counts. "Careful, Master, you still have to pay the mana cost of the spell, and while you've got a huge reservoir it's still got limits. Looks like rebuilding an entire castle with one word might have pushed them."\n\n"Y-yeah, I'm... really tired," you whisper, which is a bit of an understatement.\n\n"There should be something called an 'Instant Cottage' in your inventory, Master, take that out and you can use it to get some rest."\n\nNodding vaguely, you rally your mental faculties and search your inventory for the item, urging it to be taken out in front of you. You're actually so exhausted that you can barely muster any surprise when an entire pleasant little house appears in front of you, instead just walking with leaden feet to the door. The interior is a single room with a small cooking area, sitting spot, and a bed, which you stagger to and flump facedown on, practically asleep before your head's even hit the pillow.\n\nYou awake laying on your back, feeling rested, warm, comfortable, and pleasured from the wet heat around your cock and the gentle stroking and sucking sensations on it. ... Wait, what? Your face red, you lift your head to find Mary, once again at her full size, bobbing her head slowly up and down, eyes on your face as she deep-throats you. "M-Mary! What... what are you... mmmf... ... what are you doing big again?" Yes, brain, that's the important thing here, good job!\n\nMary gives a soft 'mmmmmn~' that makes you moan as it sends pleasurable vibrations all through your stiff prick, before she raises her head, wrapping one gloved hand around your spit-slick cock to stroke it instead. "Forgive the presumption, Master, but once the castle finished rebuilding the ambient wicked energy around here ramped up so much that I got back to my old size in no time! Since your tank still seemed a little low I thought I'd, y'know... top you off. As befits a Demon King," she adds with a bit of a giggle, leaning down to flick her tongue over your tip. "I can stop though, if you like, and you can punish me for my presumption! Spankings are good!" she chirps, wiggling her thong-clad ass back and forth, tail wiggling in the air.\n\n"... No you can keep going," you murmur after a second of your brain not really engaging. You rest a hand atop her head, rubbing gently, then adding, "Maybe a spanking later anyway just for fun."\n\n"... ahhhhhh... oh, s-sorry Master, I just came a little," Mary says sheepishly, before ducking her head back and sliding your cock all the way into her throat.\n\nOf course it doesn't really take long of Mary's expert throatjob and tonguework before you give a low moan and spill into her mouth, Mary giving an 'mmf!' of her own that sounds like she might have orgasmed just from tasting your cum. ... Boy she <i>really</i> likes you, doesn't she? She raises her head after a moment, tongue flitting over her lips, and then giggles. "I'd say we need to train you to hold back if you're gonna be a lewd Demon King, Master, but with your stats you can always recover again right away. Especially with your new seat of power!"\n\nYour head had been filled of other ways for you and Mary to expend (or replenish, apparently?) energy, but that last comment makes you blink. "Wait, you said the castle's done already?"\n\n"It's been about a day, Master, but yes it's done already. Why don't we go take a look at it?"\n\nYour curiosity overcomes your desire (for now), and once you've redressed you and Mary head outside. Sitting at the top of the plateau, rather than the low pile of rocks, is now a massive structure probably at least a good twenty stories tall. There are clusters of almost mushroom-like towers around the edges, the front of it made up of arched structures and thin egg-shaped domes integrated into the side. The main part of it has a number of balconies, but overall is a tower with a sort of rounded shape and a blunted top that looks...\n\n<img src="images/jdkcastle1.jpg">\n\n"It's just a little bit..." You trail off, tilting your head, and glancing down at your crotch.\n\n"Hmmmm, yeaaaah, it is," Mary acknowledges with a bob of the head. "Probably why doing lewd stuff helps replenish energy in general here, the castle must be designed to draw energy out of the air and channel it into the land, making everything a bit naughtier. RIP in pieces, prior Demon King, you were more awesome than we knew," she declares, clapping her hands twice and bowing her head.\n\nYou both stand there in a moment of silence for the departed and exploded lewd Demon King that came before, and then start up the trail up to the plateau. It's actually a relatively easy walk upward, and finding the front gate only takes a bit of looking. The interiors are quite dark, and you have to summon a ball of light to hover over your hand as the two of you go along. "There's nothing in here," you note, glancing around. "No, like... tapestries, or furniture, or anything."\n\n"Yeah, when you had it rebuild itself, it must have just rebuilt the pure structure rather than anything that would have been added on after," Mary notes, heels clicking on the greenish stone floors as she walks over to a wall and pokes at an empty metal thing attached to the wall. "At the very least we're gonna need to put in a ton of everburning torches, or something. Even if we didn't need to see in here, it'd be kind of lame just watching heroes stumble around in the dark."\n\nYou silently agree... having decided to become a Demon King, you'd sort of like it if you were a cool one, with heroes feeling equally cool as they challenge your castle and come after you. Heroes having to trek back to town to get torches, muttering about the asshole Demon King that keeps his lair unlit, isn't very cool. Eventually, after walking through a number of dark, undecorated, untrapped, and thus rather boring passages and stairways, the two of you arrive in what's obviously the throne room, since... y'know... it's got a big cool throne carved into the floor and wall at the back. It's fairly impressive even completely undecorated, but as you look around, you can't help but think... "Mary, I should probably, like... transform myself, don't you think?"\n\n"Hm? Why, Master, you're great as you are!" Mary replies instantly and without a single hint of anything but sincerity.\n\nWhich is... incredibly touching, but, "I dunno, I guess I'd feel kind of silly sitting on that throne as... short, unremarkable me. Plus I mean... imagine if some group of heroes bursts in here, saw me sitting on the throne, and one of them said, 'Hey, where's the Demon King?!' ... I think I might be the next one to explode, but of embarrassment."\n\n"Awwww, Masterrrrr," Mary coos, turning to hug you. Which might make you feel better than it does if it didn't result in her boobs pressing to your head. ... Well okay that makes you feel a bit better for other reasons, but. "But if that's how you feel, you should feel free! I'll always love you no matter what you make your body look like! But if that's what you want to do, you might want to wait until you've decided what sort of dungeon... well, castle, but in Hero terms it's a dungeon... you want to have."\n\n"How do you mean?" you ask curiously as she steps back.\n\n"Heroes call anything they challenge themselves against a dungeon, basically, even if it's the Demon King's castle. Dungeons are any environment with monsters, traps, and a goal to accomplish there," Mary contintinues, stepping back and tapping things off on her fingers as she goes. "While most dungeons have a mix of all three, they usually lean more heavily towards one. If you wanna do a monster dungeon, then there's questions of what kind of monsters, how you get them, so on. If it's traps, you can usually make them as varied as you want, though there's also usually an overall general theme too. And if it's a goal-oriented dungeon, well, all you really have to do is set up a few minor challenges before that goal and focus on a really big challenge right at the end."\n\n"Like a fight with the Demon King?"\n\n"Right! It's basically the equivalent of lulling someone into a false sense of security with a weak level and then making the level boss super hard, y'know?" Mary grins at you. "So, before we narrow it down further, which would you prefer... a monster dungeon, a trap dungeon, or a boss dungeon?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Monster dungeon.|QODK1x4]]\n\n[[Trap dungeon.|QODK]]\n\n[[Boss dungeon.|QODK]]

Best not to mess with them too much, after all you don't know when Rei might be back, and-\n\nAs if summoned by your thought, you hear footsteps outside the door and keys jingling. Thinking fast, you shut the dresser drawer and hop over to sit on the side of the bed. It's only as the door actually starts to open that you remember you have the pair of panties still in your hand. With nothing else to do with them, you shove them in the pocket of your borrowed pants right before Rei steps back inside.\n\n"Hey, everything okay?" she asks with a blink. \n\n"Uh, yeah, yeah, everything's fine," you answer, hurrying to calm yourself. "Um, I just couldn't find my clothes, so I borrowed something to wear, sorry."\n\n"Oh no, that's fine, if I'd remembered I'd have left something out," she answers as she comes in, setting a plastic bag on the table. "I actually put your clothes in the washer but they kind of, uh, fell apart, so I snagged you some replacements from a store nearby, and some dinner."\n\nOf course at that you feel pretty guilty for snooping, and for taking a pair of her panties, but not a lot that fessing up would do at this point... it's just too embarrassing. So much so that when you go into the bathroom to get dressed, you transfer the panties over into the pocket of your new jeans rather than leaving them somewhere for Rei to find... it's because you don't want her to be embarrassed or think badly of you, honest! But once you emerge, you settle down to eat, and Rei gives you some advice, suggesting you move on quickly 'before something weird happens', and even walks you to the bus station nearby.\n\nYou continue to drift around for awhile, eventually winding up in a small city where there's a handful of other kids like you. One of them even points you towards a local shelter. "Yeah, it's run by this dude, Jack," he tells you. "Heard tell he can kinda perv on the girls but he's pretty bro if you're a dude. Most guys crash there for at least a couple nights every so often, he'll feed you and give you a place to crash so long as you do a chore or two and don't hang out all damn day."\n\nIt's been several weeks since the bed at Rei's at that point, so you take him up on it, heading to the building in a run-down part of town. Jack is a tall, lean blonde dude who definitely seems warm and friendly enough when he greets you... you don't get any perv vibes off of him, but then you're not a girl. He shows you into the small dining room where there's two other boys, Mason and Ollie... Jackson looks like he'd fit more as the school athlete than a homeless dropout, his head buzzed and a light dusting of beard around his mouth and on his chin, a battered hockey jersey and jeans his apparent clothes, while Ollie looks more like the "nothing special" sort, a bit pale and wiry, with shaggy brown hair and rumpled generic shirts and pants.\n\nAfter dinner the three of you are cleaning up while Jack attends to something in his office. "Yeah, I heard that stuff too," Mason says. "About the dude peepin' on girls if they come in."\n\n"I did too, but you should think the best of people," Ollie suggests. "Sometimes people start rumors just to start them, y'know? I mean, I know if I ever saw something like that, I'd report him, but I haven't, so."\n\n"Well I'm not gonna smacktalk a dude that just fed my broke self anyway," Mason answers with a shrug. \n\nEventually, after a shower in the small locker room style bathroom at the end of the hall, you retire to the room Jack assigned you. It's small and simple... nothing but a bed, a bedside table with a single drawer, a small trash can, and a folding chair, but it's better than a park bench for sure. The door doesn't lock either, apparently because of some previous bad apples, but again it's still more secure than the bench. You sit down and start going through your few meager possessions, and are a bit surprised when you pull a pair of (amazingly) still fresh and white panties out of your pocket. Huh, you'd somehow forgotten you took these. They still look the same as the day you saw them in Rei's drawer, too, no grime or anything.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try them on now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Jerk off with them now.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Throw them away.|HLSenshi]]

It's admittedly pretty exciting, thinking that all of these have no doubt been pressed up against Rei's incredibly nice ass and no doubt equally amazing pussy. (Well, they've almost certainly been washed since then. Still.) Just imagining the way they'd look on her is actually giving you a bit of a hardon again, though only a bit of one this time.\n\nYou pick up one of the hastily-tossed-in pairs of white cotton ones and look them over. Yeah, you can see a faint, expertly-hidden seam up the back designed to make the material cup her asscheeks. Damn, that's clever and lewd as hell. Of course as noted her butt is just fantastic, if you had one that was as nice you'd probably wanna show it off too. Actually, is that a weird thing to think? Hm...\n\n<hr>\n[[Jerk off in them.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Try them on.|HLSenshi]]\n\n[[Just admire them.|HLSenshi18x2]]

Deciding that you may as well begin with the property that's closest to home, you inform Denise and have her begin reviewing which students would be good to take along. A few days later you drive a rented van up to the front area of the school, looking over the assembled group.\n\nThere's Denise, of course, pretty and a bit monochrome as always, with her slightly pale skin, long black hair, black-rimmed spectacles, black turtleneck, white skirt, and black shoes. She's about thirty or so (you know her actual age, you swear, it's just that you can never seem to summon it up when you want it), and has been your personal assistant for years.\n\nThere's Tyrese, from the football team. Not quite enough game time to be a star, not quite enough bench time to be a nobody. Long braids, strong jaw, canny eyes. He's not stupid and he generally does decently in your class, but with the new coach's academic guidelines "decent" isn't good enough so he needs some extra credit. You think he's a running back or something like that, since he's not massive like a front-liner. You admittedly don't follow most sports too closely, rock climbing and archery are more your sort of thing.\n\nThere's also Scott, from... nothing you're aware of. As far as you know he seems to spend most of your class using his netbook, and not to take notes. Short scruffy hair, beard stubble, bored expression. Flunking out if he doesn't get some extra credit soon, and wouldn't it be a shame if he lost access to the high speed internet in the dorms?\n\nThen there's Vera. From your classes. Always your classes. Short plain hair, round thick-rimmed glasses, oversized sweater. Very sweet girl, extremely intelligent and attentive, but a little bit of a suckup and a wannabe teacher's pet.\n\n"Well, I hope everyone's ready for this trip," you announce, glancing around at the bags and hoping there's plenty of room for them in the van.\n\n"Hey, Prof, don't forget to leave a dollar coin on the statue," Tyrese says, thumbing towards the nearby bronze statue of a balding man in Elizabethan style clothing.\n\n"What's that?"\n\n"Oh, it's a longstanding tradition. Or superstition, depending on how you prefer to look at it," Vera says, adjusting her glasses. "Whenever a univeristy staffmember takes students on a trip, they're supposed to leave a dollar coin at the toe of the statue of the university's founder, Atticus Crosswall. It's supposed to bless you with good fortune... oh, and some versions say curse you if you don't."\n\nNow that you hear it, you <i>do</i> remember something about those legends. Just that you've always associated it with sports coaches, they being a superstitious lot and being the ones who most often take students on trips. You think you might have a Sacagewea dollar on you... but then again, do you really want to let silly superstitions push you around and cost you a buck?\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave a dollar.|Goethe]]\n\n[[Leave nothing.|GoetheB1x1]]

You admit you kinda want to avoid the issue of chopping off heads like... well, like much of anything, much less celery. "Alright, Guyid, show me what to do," you think back, even as Akaros brings the axe back to swing. \n\n"Let me guide you in thinking the enchantments into being. First, a celerity spell," Guyid's voice says, a ring of floating purple runes appearing circling your head like a planet's rings. Immediately it seems as if Akaros's movements slow, as if he were moving in slow motion. "Then, quickly, a movement spell," Guyid adds as you watch Akaros's eyes widen slightly. He immediately switches to lashing out, and doesn't seem to be moving that slowly anymore, a new set of rune-bands appearing around your ankles just before the blade reaches you. You immediately leap up and over the slash, noting that Mallory has gone scrambling out of the way, things seeming to move relatively slowly again as you go flipping over Akaros's shoulder. \n\n"Now, on your other hand, a channeling spell. Strike his arm!" Guyid instructs as a different set of runebands appears around your left forearm. You swing out and slap the demon lord's upper arm in passing, the runes flashing blue briefly at the impact. You land in a skid, spinning around to face Akaros as he wheels around using the momentum of his axe, bringing it up and swinging it down at your head. "Just keep striking him master, as long as you avoid his blows you will win this fight."\n\nYou whirl aside from the downward swing, slapping Akaros's forearm with your left hand, then tumbling between his legs as he tries to snap the weapon towards you, your palm smacking his shaggy calf in passing. "What are you trying to do, child, annoy me to death?!" Akaros roars as he wheels about to face you again.\n\nHe's fast, so fast that even with the spell speeding up your perception, there's no way that you'd have been able to escape him in your old body. But your current one is nimble and obeys your thoughts with hardly any effort. Even then you might be outclassed... if you were trying to strike back with "proper" attacks. But since all you have to do is make contact, it's easy enough to dart here and there, avoiding his strikes and barely touching him in the nearest place in return.\n\n"You'll soon run out of mana for those spells, boy," the eight foot tall warrior grunts, his breath coming in hard pants. "And then your little dance will have been all for nought!"\n\nBut your rune rings keep up without falter as you continue your tactics, dodging and weaving, with Akaros seeming to become ever more tired. Eventually, obviously deciding the axe is slowing him down, he drops it and starts swinging his fists at you, blows striking the metal of the bridge where you were standing like a smith's hammer striking a bell. He begins to stagger even from your slaps here and there now, roaring his outrage in a considerable less booming tone than before.\n\nBy the time he realizes what's happening, it's clearly too late for him to back out. You see the horror wash over his face as he comes in for a haymaker and passes by you, his head almost level with yours. You shove on the side of his head below one of his considerably shortened horns, sending him staggering into the flaming bannister that he thumps against without a care... then yanks himself away from with a rather undignified yelp, clearly shocked that he felt the flames at all. He whirls and tries to charge at you, only for his loosened loincloth to drop from his waist and tangle around his lower legs, revealing a somewhat equine cock that now barely reaches his knees. He thumps on his face and gives a soft, embarrassed whimper, before staggering to his feet and looking down at his now slender, sleek arms and small, pretty hands. "W-what have you done to me?!" he squeaks in outrage.\n\n"I siphoned off your demonic energy, a little bit at a time," you reply smugly, stepping forward and looking him in the eye. He's now no taller or muscular than yourself or Mallory. "I couldn't grab a whole lot... but I could get a bit with each touch. It was more than enough to keep powering my spells, and absorb plenty of it too. I may not be as powerful as you were, but I'm at least halfway there. You've lost this challenge, Akaros... and your power. You gambled it with your arrogance and lost way more than you would have if you'd just packed your things and left. Now by rights not only the castle, but everything that is yours, is mine by forfeit."\n\nHe stares at you, trembling in anger... or maybe that's actually fear. You watch as his now much cuter face twists a bit... before he sniffles and falls to his knees before you. "Then... please, I beg of you, my... my lord... spare me and the rest of my line. Do not purge us or curse us to some even lower form. Spare us as our ancestor spared yours, if only in pity!"\n\nWell. You already did decide you didn't want to kill a bunch of people (er, demons). But what to do with your defeated enemy now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Banish him.|QOInc5x6]]\n\n[[Dominate him.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Transform him.|QOInc]]

Taking a deep breath and doing your best to focus, you tear your eyes away from the dog's cock and force them onto the clear water tank that feeds into his dish instead. Marking off that everything looks good, you force your legs to start moving, even though you can feel more wetness sliding down your inner thighs. If you can't control yourself on your very first day, how can you be expected to do your job?!\n\nYou pause at the little cleanup area before the outside, using some towels to wipe yourself off and catch your breath. Luckily, your little act of exercising restraint seems to have helped you calm down, and while your pussy remains wet, you don't immediately start dripping down your thighs again. You pause for a few moments, staring out the little window in the door at the sunny blue sky overhead, then down at your bare lower half. ... Welp. Orders are orders. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and head outside.\n\nLuckily, there's a tall and sturdy privacy fence surrounding the fairly large grounds, with not so much as a climbable tree to be seen beyond it... clearly Amarie has been very thorough about securing the Winterbury against possibly prudish prying peepers. (Heh, good one, Cyan.) It's still a little bit intimidating to be walking around bottomless outside, but at the same time exhilerating too. You walk along the edges of the building, peering into the enclosures and making a few notes here and there, smiling and complimenting the dogs that come outside to see you again, including cooing at a few and hoping you see them later due to the glistening red rockets swaying beneath their bellies.\n\nEventually you finish up and return to Amarie's office, finding her typing at her computer. "All finished, Boss," you report, passing over the clipboard once she holds a hand out.\n\n"Good, good." She accepts it and looks it over, flipping a few pages, before picking up the small walkie-talkie on her desk and clicking it. "James, we've got ant beds in ten and twenty-seven, take care of it. Jess, I've got a list of enclosures that need water, come show the new girl how to fill them."\n\n"Got it," a male's voice answers, before a female's adds, "On my way."\n\n"Er... do they-" you start, glancing at the door nervously, then down at yourself.\n\n"Yes, everyone who works here is in on how we do things," Amarie answers with a grin. "James and Jess are your only two coworkers at the moment, and they won't always be here when you are, but I wanted them both here on your first day in case they needed to help out."\n\nYou look at the door as it opens, fighting down the urge to cover yourself as a girl a few years your senior walks in. Jess is a bit taller, with thick, rumpled black hair and green eyes, with breasts slightly larger than yours. She's wearing a t-shirt that reads 'Nine cats own me' and while she's not bottomless, the pair of denim cutoffs she does have on are pretty brief. She grins brightly as she sees you, holding out a hand and resting the other on her hip. "Hi, I'm Jess, nice to meet you."\n\n"Cyan," you reply as you shake her hand.\n\n"Well, you're the youngest girl boss-lady has ever taken on, and maybe the cutest too," she compliments cheerfully. "C'mon, I'll show you how to do the water."\n\nLeading you back into the hallways, Jess begins showing you the occasional thin hoses that are discretely attached to the walls, instructing you in the method of running some water into a pail to make sure the line's clear, how to get it into the water tank through the gate without splashing, and cautioning you on watching for anything that might have made it through the filters. As she's demonstrating the process for you, and to help yourself get over the fact that you're following a near-complete stranger around half naked, you lean in a bit and glance at her shirt. "Is that true or just a random shirt?"\n\n"Oh it's true!" she answers with a giggle. "I love all animals but cats are definitely my favorite. I know, I know, what am I doing working at a facility that's pretty exclusively dogs, then, right? Thing is, boss-lady owns a lot of facilities that deal in animals, including some that deal in exotics and wild animals. This is basically my training and paying my dues to her before she'll move me up somewhere." She sighs dreamily as she puts a hand to her cheek. "What I really want is to get fucked by every type of Big Cat. Lions and tigers, oh my!" she adds with another giggle, before shutting off the water. "But dog cock's pretty good until then! Alright, I'm back to the front desk, you better go see what boss-lady wants you to do next."\n\nReturning to Amarie's office, she glances up and grins. "Got a handle on the water hoses? Good, you'll be in charge of that as part of morning rounds from now on. As to what's next, there are several things you could turn your attention to," she continues as she glances through some of the papers on her desk. "Being the wonderful employer that I am, I'll let you take your pick. You should be able to handle [[exercising the dogs|GGDog]] on your own... that includes, but should not be limited to, letting them have a go at you," she adds in amusement, eyes twinkling, before glancing at her papers again. "It's a Wednesday, that means it's '[[Shot Day|GGDog]]' and a good handful of our residents need injections. I'm not expecting you to give injections, obviously," she continues, glancing up with a grin. "But the poor dears <i>do</i> like to let off some stress after getting one, typically."\n\nYour face burning a bit, you nod. "Um, anything else, or...?"\n\n"Two other things," she says, holding up two fingers. "First is our 'helicopter parent' program."\n\n"What the heck is that?"\n\n"Some people who kennel their dogs here pay extra to be able to check in on their pets [[via webcam|GGDog12x1]] any time they like. Don't worry," she adds with a little laugh as you blanche slightly. "The webcams of the ones who aren't in the know are focused so they can't see anywhere outside of the enclosure, but you see why it was important to not just do as you like during rounds? But yes, I'll admit, you've already been shown off to a few who have access to the wider-area cameras. Others who pay an even higher fee get to see regular, guaranteed feeds of their dogs fucking people. You'd be helping Jess out with that, and I'll include a nice little bonus in your paycheck for every dog that you fuck on camera, just like she gets."\n\n"Um. And the last?"\n\n"We've just gotten in a [[new batch of products|GGDog10x5]] from vendors hoping we'll use them. Doggy treats, collars, toys, things like that. James will be looking at them, he could use a helper. Whichever of those activities you like, dear, since it's your first day and I want you to enjoy yourself as well as feeling like you're helping out."

The curiosity of trying out new 'gadgets', even if they're really just dog toys, eventually gets to you. You do love fiddling around with new things, after all, it's an aspect of your nerdery, so you say, "I'll help James out then."\n\n"Alright. Down the enclosure hall, to the left, then to the left again, it's the door marked 'Storage A'."\n\nYou follow Amarie's directions, pausing as you lift a hand to knock at the door. This will be the first human guy to see your pussy, you realize. That makes you blush, but after a moment you nevertheless knock on the door. At the call of 'Come in!', you push it open and step inside, the heavy door swinging closed after you. \n\nJames looks like he might be Jess's brother, with similar green eyes and thick black hair pulled back in a short ponytail. He's about the same height she is, built slender but obviously toned, to judge by the snug, sleeveless shirt, though the loose workout pants below don't show nearly as much. He glances up from the clipboard he's going over as you come in, giving you an easygoing smile, not seeming in the least surprised or lecherous about you being half-naked. That... makes you feel both at ease and a little offended somehow, though you try to shake it off as you take his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Jess, you must be Cyan."\n\n"Yeah, hi." You can't help but blurt out, "Used to seeing girls showing off their pussies?"\n\nHe blinks and glances down, then gives a slightly sheepish laugh. "Um, don't be offended, but yes, yes I am. Most of the women who work here don't bother with pants unless they know they're going to the front at some point or are working with one of the more aggressive dogs. It's, ah... it's a very nice pussy?" he adds cheekily, eyes twinkling.\n\n"... Thanks," you murmur, glancing aside and blushing. Geez, he is awfully cute, even if he's not furry and on all fours. "Um, anyway, I'm supposed to help you test out some of the new products?"\n\n"Yeah, since we're a big expensive kennel a lot of companies send us stuff to try out, hoping that we'll not only order a lot of it but suggest them to our customers. Here, go ahead and get out of your shirt, may as well not get anything on it if you don't have to." He waits while you (somewhat hesitantly) strip off the t-shirt, and when you're standing in front of him wearing nothing but your socks and sneakers, continues as casually as ever. "Of course you never know if it's any good, and we can't just go testing it out on customer's dogs or Miss Amarie's own animals in case it hurts them, so we have to do testing in here."\n\n"Wait, so you're saying...?" You trail off, pointing at your own face.\n\n"That's right, newbie, today you're the dog," he answers with a grin.\n\nYou stare for a moment, then huff out a breath... and finally laugh. "Yeah, okay, arf arf. I guess I should've known what I was getting into, huh? Alright, so what's first?" \n\n"First up is a new type of collar," James answers, turning to the side to snag one from where it's laying on a small table next to a laptop. He turns to show it to you, the outside glossy pink leather, stitched as prettily as any designer handbag, then flipping it over to show the black lining. "They're supposed to be super comfortable and perfect fit, so if it doesn't irritate your neck or get too tight it should be fine for the dogs."\n\n"Well, I guess if I'm the dog for today, it oughtta start with the collar." You start to reach for it, and both you and James stop in place with him having begun to lift it towards your neck. After a moment, you blush again and lift your chin, allowing him to slip the collar around your neck and fasten it, suppressing a little shiver as he slides his fingers inside it and runs them across the front of your throat just as if you really were a dog.\n\n"Any problems so far? Chafing or anything?"\n\n"No. It's actually..." You can't believe you're saying this, and you roll your shoulders before admitting, "It's actually kind of comfortable."\n\n"Good, good." He snags a box off of the desk and opens it up. "The same company makes a flea collar, supposed to be completely irritant free and low scent."\n\nThis time you stay still, trying to fight the mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you're collared in a way that is even more blatantly not how a human collars another human, but how a human collars a dog. There is just the faintest scent of something chemical, as if just enough to remind you that yes, you're wearing a flea collar like any common animal, but otherwise it doesn't feel like anything but a rather snug piece of rubbery jewelry. "It feels fine," you say a little brusquely, mostly to hide that you're starting to get turned on. "What's next?"\n\n"An auto-tag maker," he answers as he turns to sit down at the little table, gesturing to something the size and general shape of a small sewing machine. He pops open a program and begins typing in info. "Supposed to be the easiest, fastest, and best-looking tag embosser on the market, so we'll see."\n\nYou move to stand beside the chair, squirming a little as you watch him first select a dog bone-shaped metallic blue tag and select 'Name' on the program, typing in 'CYAN' before clicking the Accept button. Your eyes follow the motions of the machine as it etches your name on the literal dog tag, fidgeting just a little as it finishes and he replaces it with a circular tag and brings up a different screen. You almost blush again as he starts clicking buttons indicating that you've had your shots but aren't neutered, then starts filling out 'If lost, return to:' info. You blink as you realize that it's not the shelter's address... then blush yet again as you realize he must be filling out his own address out of habit or something. The machine etches both sides of the plainer tag, and he stands up, moving in to clip both to the ring on the front of your collar. "Wow, those do go on easy," he says in a chipper tone, either not noticing or pretending not to notice how squirmy and obviously turned-on you've gotten. "They're supposed to stay on too, so I guess hop around and try to do a lot of moving to see if they get tugged off."\n\nSuppressing both a sigh and further blushing, you begin bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, trying to ignore that your pert tits and ass are both jiggling a bit with the movement. You can feel his eyes on you as you do a few hops back and forth and shake your head around, trying to imitate what you've seen dogs to while trying to shake new collars off. Finally, panting just a bit, you move to stand back in front of him, raising your chin. "Well?"\n\nHe reaches in, knuckles lightly brushing your throat and making you shiver before he gives a few tugs on the tags. "Nope, still on good. Assuming you don't get a rash or some chafing from the collars by the end of the day, looks like both of these companies may have a sale. Now!" he says cheerfully, turning to one of the sets of shelves and coming back with a bag, holding it up and giving a the packet of 'Meaty Treatz' a shake. "On to food testing!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... No.|GGDog]]\n\n[[... Okay.|GGDog]]

Well. It's like she says, isn't it? Not every part of a job is something you're super eager to do, but all the same...\n\nAfter hesitating just a bit more, you turn and set your soda down on a small shelf nearby, then slide off of the couch and onto your knees. Leaning forward between her spread legs, you spend a few moments looking at the spread pink of her pussy and watching wet droplets slide down the moist flesh, before leaning forward and dragging your tongue along it, then shifting to the side and licking again.\n\n"Mmm, there we go," Amarie murmurs, fingers sliding away from her pussy and resting on your head instead. "Just keep it up dear... I'm not expecting any great skill, just show me some enthusiasm," she coos encouragingly.\n\nYou think you can manage that, at least. Feeling the soft downy hair tickle at your tongue a bit whenever you lick particularly high, you start adding some speed and force to your licks, gradually getting your mouth a bit closer as your initial reticence fades. Your tongue slides a bit deeper inside her as you put more effort into eating her out, and you even give a try at sucking on one of the outer lips, hearing her moan softly above you.\n\n"Therrre you go, that's very good," she practically purrs, stroking her hand over your hair. "Mm. But get those jeans off. I want to see that cute teenage ass of yours."\n\nSince there doesn't exactly seem to be any point to modesty now, you straighten up long enough to unbutton and unzip your pants, shoving them and your thong down and wiggling your way out of them without getting off your knees, shoving your shoes and socks off as you do. Bottomless, you lean forward, noting that the couch is low enough that you're practically on all fours while eating her out, showing off your bare ass to good effect indeed. You flick your eyes up towards her as you resume licking at her pussy, barely able to see past her tits even with her leaned back, her own eyes roaming from your face down to your pert butt and back, her lips lightly parted and eyes heavy-lidded, obviously enjoying the sight of a half-naked straight girl eating her pussy.\n\n"Such a good girl," Amarie moans as your tongue starts working deep into her pussy, her hips rising a little towards your lips as they press against her opening. "Good, good girl. I think you deserve a treat." Her hand tightens a bit on your hair, just enough to keep you from turning easily, as she gives a particular three-note whistle. You can't do much at the moment other than continue to work your tongue in your new boss's furry pussy as you hear something like a small door opening and swinging, and then the jingling of tags and the light clip of nails on the floor. You gasp into Amarie's cunt as you feel the familiar sensation of a large furry body settling its weight atop your back and the wrap of strong forelegs wrapping around your middle, just before the much-anticipated dog cock crams itself into your pussy.\n\nYou start moaning and gasping in earnest as the dog atop you starts pumping its hips, pounding your teenage pussy eagerly. You find your face being driven against Amarie's pussy, and begin to find some honest enthusiasm for eating her out, more eager moans escaping you as you stiffen your tongue and drive it into her, letting the dog on your back's thrusts fuck your tongue deep into her own cunt. You can hear Amarie starting to moan softly as well, her own voice turning breathy and coming faster as she resumes petting your head, her other hand coming up to presumably rub and scratch the dog fucking you. "Oh yes baby, oh yes, you're such a good girl, you're eating my pussy so good while you're getting fucked, oh yes baby eat mamma's cunt, nnnh yeees fuck..."\n\nEventually you give a cry of orgasm against Amarie's inner thigh as the dog's knot stuffs itself into your cunt and he starts spurting inside you. At a nudge from Amarie the dog slides off of your back, and soon you feel his fuzzy ass pressing against your bare pale one as you're tied with like a proper bitch. Moaning softly, you begin licking Amarie's pussy again in a slower, almost casual way as you wait for that fat knot to finish spilling its load inside you and deflate. And it takes awhile, at least half an hour before the dog finally tugs away and his cock slips out of you, letting a spill of his cum run down your inner thighs and spatter on the floor. You look over your shoulder, seeing the big yellow Lab wagging his tail and panting, big red cock still unsheathed and glistening with a mixture of his cum and yours.\n\nGrinning, Amarie tugs at you until you follow the direction and settle back up onto the couch, taking your own spot against one corner of it and leaning back as she slides to the floor. Soon your positions are reversed, and you give a loud moan at the feeling of an obviously much more experienced adult woman starting to eat you out. You bite your lower lip to muffle yourself a little as you look down at her, resting a hand on her head as her dark eyes twinkle mischievously up at you. As she starts working on your clit your eyes close and your head leans back, letting out a long moan. You almost miss the dog mounting back up, this time on Amarie's back, but you look back forward in time to see his glistening red cock get stuffed up the well-endowed woman's ass, spreading her full buttocks apart as it spears into her rear pucker. \n\nFor the first time you get to watch someone else get fucked by a dog, and while said someone else is eating that same dog's cum out of your quivering teenage cunt. Your moans get louder and more exuberant, interspersed with the occasional "Fuck!" as you toss your head, your hips jerking and twitching towards the ministrations of her tongue. By the time the dog is cramming his knot up Amarie's ass you've lost count of the number of orgasms you've had, and lay trembling against the couch, panting and reassessing your sexuality.\n\n"Mmm, Chester here is one of the various benefits of working here," Amarie coos as she gives your quivering pussy one more lick while the Labrador turns around to face away from her, the woman wiggling her big ass against his trim furry one. "I think you'll find him a very thoughtful lover with a lot of stamina. But once he deflates again, let's get started on that paperwork you'll need to get signed."\n\nOnce the paperwork is drawn up and you have one more quick bang from Chester to see you on your way, you get cleaned up in Amarie's shower before practically skipping all the way home. Your mother blinks as you come in the door. "Well, you seem chipper for someone who went out to get a dog and appears to have come back without one."\n\n"Ah, well," you answer just a bit sheepishly, though grinning broadly. "Actually, I got offered a job instead?"\n\n"A job?" That makes your mother shift through surprised and to suspicious. "You're this happy over the idea of working? Why?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Gush about Amarie.|GGDog11x1]]\n\n[[Gush about the shelter.|GGDog10x3]]

"Well, I went to that place I looked up online, and it's just <i>really</i> nice," you answer honestly enough. "Turns out the lady that runs it is really short-staffed right now, and after I talked with her it just seemed a better idea to work there than get a dog of my own."\n\n"Uh-huh...?" your mother prompts, still looking a little dubious.\n\n"I mean I'd started wanting to have a dog to play with, but it was gonna be really expensive to have one of my own. This way I get to spend time with a lot of dogs, but also get some work experience and make some money. Please, Mom? This place is so nice, they've got this big play area, even the cages are nice, most of the dogs are already trained, you keep saying I need to get out of the house more and do something productive anyway, and-"\n\n"Okay, okay," she says, sighing and holding up her hands, the sigh transitioning to a bit of a laugh. "Okay, I get it! I get it, you've convinced me. I looked at the place online too and it does seem rather nice. But can you actually work there? Deviville requires you to be seventeen before you can work independently..."\n\nYou pull out the roll of papers. "Here, the places you need to sign are already tabbed and everything."\n\n"Of course they are," she says with another laugh. "Fine, fine."\n\nThe next day you return to the shelter bright and early, lightness in your steps again. You get there just as Amarie is unlocking the door, the large-breasted woman turning to you with a grin. "From your demeanor, I'm assuming everything went well?"\n\n"Mhm!" You hold up the sheaf of papers. "Everything's signed and official!"\n\n"Good, good. Welcome to the Winterbury Shelter, then," Amarie answers cheerfully, finishing unlocking the door and leading you once more inside. She takes the papers and feeds them into the fax machine, then hefts a box onto her desk and opens the top, rifling through it. "I'll be providing you a 'uniform', since we wouldn't want your regular clothing getting <i>things</i> on them, now would we? Ah, here we go," she says cheerfully, hefting out a white t-shirt that reads 'DOGGOS WITHOUT BORDERS' in black text in a circle, and shows the outline of a dog wearing a nurse's hat. "This ought to fit... a bit snugly."\n\n"Sure," you answer with a blush, after a moment peeling off your current black Punisher t-shirt, your pert B-cups bared to the office air. "What about my pants, though?"\n\n"I guess those will just have to stay here," Amarie answers, eyes twinkling impishly. "Don't worry, you'll only be working in the back areas today. I'll train you on the front desk at some point. Your first duty is to check everyone's water, make sure they have plenty and that it's clean, as well as checking bedding and doing a check on the outside area of the enclosures to make sure there are no problems like ant beds, dead moles, large holes, that sort of thing." She pauses to smile at you as you wiggle out of your jeans and panties, working them over your socks and sneakers to leave those on. She waits until you've pulled on the whimsical t-shirt, your stiff nipples drilling against the fabric, before she proffers a clipboard. "Here's your checklist, make sure you check every last enclosure."\n\nYou hesitate for just a moment, standing there in nothing but a t-shirt, socks and sneakers, your bare, smooth teenage pussy and pert ass completely on display, coming to grips with the fact that they apparently will be for the rest of the day. A little shiver of excitement runs through you, and you nod, before turning to make your way back towards the enclosures.\n\n"Oh, and Cyan?" Amarie calls, making you pause and turn around. She grins wickedly. "I know you'll be tempted, but no fucking the dogs until you've completed morning chores. Understood?"\n\nYour face turns red, but you grin and nod. "Okay, um, Boss." Turning, you trot on down the hall, trying to get used to the feeling of being so exposed in a semi-public place.\n\nOf course, the next problem that comes up is that you're soon exposed to a large number of big, panting dogs, their warm musk tickling at your nose as you move past the enclosures, checking the numbers against the list as you move along, doing your best to focus. Still, soon rivulets of arousal are running down your inner thighs and dripping off the slick lips of your pussy, and your heart is beating faster with eagerness. Obviously sensing your desire, more than a few of the male dogs you pass begin to unsheath, wagging their tales more rapidly and coming closer to the gates as if to tempt you.\n\nAs you get to the end of one of the rows, the male inside actually leaps up to place his paws against the gate, as if to show off to you. And damn if he doesn't have something to show off... the big black dog's cock is long and thick, with more of a bulge in the middle, and already showing quite an impressive knot. His heavy, furry black balls sway below with his every panted breath, and you can almost feel yourself going glassy-eyed as you stare longingly at that fat puppy prick. You almost whimper with desire, glancing at the handle of the enclosure gate. There's not even a key, and you're well away from the office, you bet Amarie would never even know...\n\n<hr>\n[[Take a fuck-break.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Follow orders.|GGDog10x4]]

Ahhhh... you're being milked.\n\nOf course, you're always being milked. Your nipples are sheathed in a pair of clear suction tubes, giving you a constant view of your milk squirting out into them. Not that you think of it much, other than with satisfaction that you're being milked. Your legs are held attached to a frame that constantly holds them spread, displaying your pussy wet and ready for use at any time, and the power cable running to the large plug in your ass that vibrates non-stop, helping to turn the intense relief-pleasure from being milked into just plain pleasure. Your orgasm has lasted... well you have no idea how long you've been cumming, you're just cumming all the time now, being milked all the time now, your hands aimlessly wandering in almost worshipful strokes over the top of your own huge tits.\n\nThe nice lady who milks you practically skips the room, her own large breasts (although obviously nothing compared to yours) bouncing with her motions. "Good morniiiing, milkslut! And how are we feeling today?"\n\n"Feels good," you moan, half-smiling at her, your eyes glassy. "Getting milked."\n\n"Mm, yes, of course. My, I think they've gotten bigger again today," the blonde muses, tapping her lower lip as she looks you over. "Probably have to redo the frame soon, and get some bigger sheathes for the milker... hm! Why, I bet...!"\n\nWith that she reaches forward, gripping one of the clear tubs around your nipple and pulling with a particular twist. You moan softly in disappointment at the cessation of constant sucking, feeling pressure immediately start to build up in that breast again, writhing lightly in the frame as Mandy strokes her hands over the throbbing, squishy eight-inch pillar of pink flesh that is your nipple. You watch with half-conscious curiosity as she flips her dress aside, displaying that long, fat cock that you've so often had pumping away in your cunt... and then pressing the blunt tip to the end of your nipple. Your eyes first widen as it actually seems to be making a bit of headway... and then roll up as she actually pushes inside you, her prick penetrating your nipple and spreading it wide, stretching it wider before it slides inside your breast as well. Your whole body shudders as she begins thrusting, her movements causing large amounts of milk to spurt out around her girth, splattering her whole lower body and dribbling down onto the floor.\n\n"Hahahaha! Ohhhh, this is lovely, so warm and tight, and of course much much wetter than your cunt!" your owner squeals delightedly as she leans forward, her body and her big tits indenting the surface of your breast as she just leans on it while fucking your nipple. "Ooooo, so nice, so nice, I wish there were two of me so I could fuck both at once! Ahh, I can even feel the milk pushing up inside me, making my balls swell, ohhhh, oh it feels so warm and good and they're getting so big!" she moans as her expanding balls do indeed grow large enoguh to start swinging forward and slapping against the curve of your breast. "I'm going to give it all back to you as nice thick cum, though, my sweet pair of tits!"\n\n"Guh, buh, mmnuh!" you grunt and squeal, your tongue lolled out as your brain is battered with more intense orgasms than the long, constant one you've been feeling up 'til now. Your mind won't survive the feeling of your owner pouring that milk-turned-cum load into you, you know that, you can feel it...\n\n... eh, you weren't using it anymore anyway.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>Milkslut</i>

"That sounds good to me! You said we have the right to take it back, right?" you answer, tucking Guyid under your arm. \n\n"Well technically under demon law, a castle always belongs to the line of the one who built it if they can prove they have sufficient power," Mallory answers, frowning a bit and folding his arms, closing his eyes in thought. "That's why most invaders make sure to kill off an entire line, but then you have the ones that are too arrogant to think a weak, overthrown line could ever come back, and want them to live on in shame as proof of their triumph. Technically, if we show up with two of us, one of us blue and bearing magical items of this level, whoever has the castle ought to just give it back to us and move on to some bit of land or castle they've appropriated or conquered since the overthrow."\n\n"But?" you prompt.\n\nHe shrugs. "But, there's nothing to really stop him from trying to kill us. If anyone questions it, he can just say he suspected we were lying and weren't really powerful, so he was testing us. That's technically legal, since power is part of the requirements, and 'We're obviously powerful' doesn't necessarily cut it."\n\nIndeed, after a week's travel, the two of you approach a black lake with a large castle with two high towers jutting from either side sitting on a bit of land in the middle. The castle covers the entire island... which isn't a small thing, really, meaning those towers must be impressively tall. You come to stand on the shoreline across from the castle gates, looking out on what must be a good mile of still, gleaming black water. Exchanging a glance with Mallory, you both nod, before you turn your head back towards the castle and raise your voice.\n\n"We are Jaminimaxira and Malorinimaxira of the line of Magoria! I stand here today bearing the Regalia of Astaroth, and declare our family's line once more strong and worthy! You sit inside the stones and upon the land shaped and tamed by our power, and it was never truly yours! I bid you now, return our home to us as set down by the law!"\n\nYou finish issuing the statement you'd practiced under Mallory and Guyid's tutoring, and wait. Eventually there's a rushing noise like a waterfall as a gleaming steel walkway pushes up from the water and locks into place in front of the castle entrance and in front of you, the railings bursting into flame the moment they've cleared the water. The castle gate swings down and locks into place at the edge of the bridge, and a massive figure begins walking down the bridge, its steps thunderous. He's at least nine feet tall, his legs shaggy and hoof-tipped, the loincloth he's wearing falling halfway down his hairy shins... and outlining a massive cock that stops just a few inches above the hem. His upper body is huge and muscular, a faintly purplish shade of blue stretched over bulging muscles, his skin dotted with arcing scarification and inset with glittering red gems. He has a massive battleaxe set on one shoulder, the material it's made of gleaming and black, extremely similar to the massive, curling horns on either side of his head.\n\n"I am Lord Akaros, and I see no two descendents of Magoria," he rumbles, his pierced lips curling in a sneer as he looks down at you, metal insets dotting his gleaming bald head. "One or more fakes, I should think, bearing nothing more than tarted-up bargain cart toys. Begone, children, lest I <i>test</i> you to your doom."\n\nMallory swallows nervously, but then answers his part. "As the younger brother, I bear witness to this! My older brother has the right to this castle, our home, and will prove himself if need be!"\n\n"So be it," Akaros says with a snort, swinging the axe off his shoulder and to the ready.\n\n"Use me, Master," Hax's voice suddenly speaks in your mind. "With my abilities, I'll have that musclebound upstart's head off his shoulders in a flash."\n\n"Ignore my bloodthirsty brother," Guyid chimes in. "He would bring you victory, no doubt, but such a victory would have you lopping off heads like a cook preparing celery... just as he wishes. Use my help in this fight, Master, and you shall not regret the outcome."\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Hax.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Use Guyid.|QOInc5x5]]\n\n[[Use neither.|QOInc]]

At this point you're willing to trust even a hunch that might lead to safety. You actually have to turn a bit sideways to slip through the trees, and start hurrying down the barely-a-path, glancing behind you every so often.\n\nIt really does seem like the trees are coming at regular intervals and staying a relatively similar distance apart, luckily wide enough that you can walk normally. There's some stone under your feet as well as dirt, and it feels like you're making your way upward a bit, the path winding and wandering back and forth. It's quiet now... very quiet, with barely even the soft flutter of of branches on the breeze overhead to break the silence.\n\nYou start to feel like maybe there's someone watching you. You pause briefly, glancing back and forth. Could there really be someone there?\n\n<hr>\n[[Nah.|RunNinja1xEndA]]\n\n[[Maybe?|RunNinja1x1]]

"I guess it made me feel... weak," you say after a moment, sighing heavily. "Especially with how he kept on making it clear how I couldn't really resist, and just manhandled me, and kept calling me a girl. ... Um, not that I think girls are weak, honest, just-"\n\nShotiel makes a 'that's fine' gesture with his hands. "I get it, I get it, feelings aren't rational, that's why they're feelings, not rationality. Hm. Well I wouldn't be a very good angel if I only solved your demon problem and didn't help you get some confidence and strength!"\n\nWhen he just stands there beaming, you feel compelled to ask, "Um, and... you're a good angel, right?"\n\n"Cute stuff I'm the <i>best</i>!" Shotiel chirps back, spreading his wings and puffing his chest out somewhat. "So here's what we'll do! Not only am I going to defeat this demon, but I'm going to let you help me do it!"\n\n"Me?" you squeak. "Fight a demon?!"\n\n"<i>Help</i> fight a demon! But yes. I'll put a holy angel sigil on you," he continues. "It will not only protect you from his demonic influence, but will make you stronger... both physically and of spirit. You'll be like a real holy warrior!"\n\n"Wow," you whisper, then squirm a little nervously. "I mean... will that hurt?"\n\n"Oh, no no no no!" he exclaims immediately. Shotiel actually giggles as he says, "Actually it'll be the exact opposite!" Then he sinks down to his knees in front of you, currently green eyes twinkling up at you as he starts undoing your jeans.\n\n"W-what!" you squeak, eyes widening and hands raising, pausing halfway in pushing him away. Are you allowed to push an angel?! In the time it takes you to think that, he's tugged open your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down enough to free your cock and balls, your shaft having slightly thickened and hardened at the feel of someone undoing your pants and pulling them down, even if it is a guy. Angel. Male angel.\n\n"It <i>is</i> a really good way to transfer power and do spellwork, after all," Shotiel coos, seeming pleased with the sight of your dick, which makes you blush all the same. He leans in and kisses the tip of it. "Don't worry, I'll be muuuuch nicer than that mean ol' demon, I promise!" With that he leans in, briefly nuzzling at his balls before pressing his pretty lips against your sack, tongue starting to flick and stroke over it. \n\nYou shiver, biting your lower lip at the feel... his mouth is very, very warm and there's just a faint tingling sensation, something like the physical sensation of excitement playing across your sensitive skin. You swallow heavily as you look down at Shotiel continuing to lick and suck gently, almost adoringly at your balls, seeing his bright expression and those slowly but constantly changing eyes, sometimes shifting so that they aren't even the same color as each other. All that and... well, he really does look pretty girly, he's so pretty, and all that long blonde hair, and, well, soon your cock is jutting up stiff and twitching slightly as he continues to kiss and suckle at your balls. Soon though he turns his head, soft lips pressing to the base of your shaft in a little kiss, before he slides his tongue and mouth all the way around to the tip. Somewhere along the way he's pulled down your jeans and underwear, and you realize you've stepped out of them without even thinking about it. Blushing, you nevertheless pull off your shirt and drop it, just before he slides his lips over your cock and down all the way back to the root of it in a single long, steady, smooth motion. You let out a long moan as you begin spilling your load down his throat, which sucks and squeezes around you as he swallows repeatedly, his shifting eyes still turned upward toward your face.\n\nYour cock is still stiff as he slides his lips back along and off of it once you've finished cumming, and he stands up, quickly unbelting his toga-tunic and pulling it off over his head, baring his sleek body. His nipples are pinker and a bit puffier than you'd expect of a boy, and his cock is... big. Probably at least as big as the demon's was that first night. Shotiel giggles some as he steps in, pressing his cock along yours, using one hand to press them together and stroke along them, making you shiver. "It's okay, isn't it?" he coos, leaning in. At your shaky nod, he giggles again, then presses his lips to yours, tongue soft and gentle as it presses into your mouth. He tastes like... vanilla, and mountain air, and you guess a faint saltiness that's probably you. You blush all the more, but after a moment tentatively return the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth as he continues rubbing his cock against yours.\n\nGently, Shotiel pushes you back and onto the bed, urging you to lay on your back before climbing onto the bed with you and straddling your belly. His hands run slowly up and down your chest as he smiles down at you. "Just oooone more step and that angel sigil will be in place... just got to..." He reaches back, and you can feel his gentle fingertips on your cock, aiming it, pressing against something... that opens up and engulfs you as the sleek angel slides himself back. "Theeeere we go," he coos softly as you moan at the feeling of his ass sliding down on you, your hands coming up to grip his slender hips as he settles fully onto you. He shifts his hips, making you whimper softly at the feeling of your cock pressing around inside him.\n\n"This feels... like it ought to be a sin," you can't help but moan, especially as he begins lightly riding you, his balls brushing against the top of your crotch and his cock shaking above your belly.\n\n"Oh, don't be silly, an angel is involved so it couldn't possibly be a sin!" Shotiel coos down at you, leaning forward a bit and sliding his hands up your chest, gently toying with your nipples and making you squirm. "You said the demon kept calling you a girl, hmmm?" At your shaky nod, he giggles again and begins to speed up his motions, bouncing atop you faster and more firmly. "Then be a man and fuck my tight angel boypussy, Jamie! Fuck that naughty tight ass-cunt and fill it up with cum like a big strong man!"\n\nYou gasp loudly at the sheer lewdness of those wicked words spoken in that sweet, cheerful voice, but you can't deny that they have the desired effect. You tighten your grip on his hips and begin thrusting up to meet his bounces, Shotiel squealing happily as you begin really <i>fucking</i> him instead of just letting him ride you. You stop caring about his flat chest or the feeling of his balls rubbing you or his big, stiff prick slapping your belly, and just fuck him with all the lust that the demon had stoked in you before.\n\n"Yes, yes, excise all that wickedness by fucking my pussy, Jamie!" Shotiel cries, his ass clenching around you in a way that says his own dirty talk is turning him on too. "Fuck me like a naughty mortal girl, make an angel your cumdump, do it, do it!"\n\nBeing told to use an angel's holy little asshole as just another place to spill your load is too much, and you cry out as you thrust upward, actually lifting Shotiel's knees off the bed a bit as you begin pumping gushes of thick, hot seed into him. He gives a cry that's almost a song note as his hole clenches around you tightly, his own cock twitching and firing long streamers of extremely white, silky cum, long lines of it falling across your belly and chest as he works his hips atop yours, urging every drop out of you both that he can.\n\nYou slowly settle down from your orgasm, trembling a little at the aftermath of the intensity... then blink at Shotiel sliding his hands over your chest, smearing his cum all over your skin. You blush again, despite recent activities, as he leans down and drags his tongue through some of the gleaming cum smeared over your heart... and then stare as, in the wake of his tongue, a golden tattoo of a heart with winks and a halo appears.\n\n"There!" he purrs, smiling at you. "Now you'll be ready for tonight!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOInc6x4]]

* <b>Main:</b> The pirate-aligned Cypher can now [[ditch his comrades|BadCypher3x1]] when he realizes the Raptarran bait ship is trapped.\n* <b>Main:</b> Cat-ified Eric can elect to become [[human again right away|RunFF6x3]].

Wouldn't it be nice if the first thing Grandma woke up to was you on her porch? Sounds nice to you! Always good to get the holiday off to a magical start. Turning off the gas to the fire, you go to change and make a thermos of coffee for the road. By the time you're ready, the fire's burned down sufficiently that you're not worried about leaving it, and you toss your suitcase in the car and head out, a lonely set of headlights cutting through the otherwise deserted night. Everyone else must either be waiting until morning to do their traveling or already have done it, because you're on your own even before the highway exit that takes you out to the long and lonesome country roads necessary for the trip to Grandma's House.\n\nSoon you're winding along a (luckily well-paved) road with snowy pines stretching out on either side as far as the eye can see (which isn't all that far since, well, there are a lot of snowy pines in the way). Unfortunately you eventually realize that your phone seems to be having a problem... it just keeps cycling back and forth between two different versions of "Jingle Bells" rather than the long and varied Christmas playlist you'd built up for this drive. What the heck? Sighing, you take a moment to mentally scold both yourself for updating your phone's OS last week and the OS writers for, well, being them. You know full well from doing this drive before that the sole radio station you can get out here is a single AM station where some local conspiracy theorist rambles for hours at length about crazy stuff. You're not sure what's worse, two hours of "Jingle Bells", rambling about aliens and monsters, or driving in silence. The safest thing to do would be to pull over and mess with the phone's music player until it worked properly, but there's not really a particularly good place to do so for at least another forty-five minutes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the phone while still driving.|HollyXmas2x1]]\n\n[[Pull over.|HollyXmas1x2]]\n\n[[Listen to AM radio.|HollyXmas4x1]]\n\n[[Turn off the radio.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Tough it out.|HollyXmas]]

You raise your head, catching a glimpse of Mallory, and the image of him seems to click in your mind. Your body ripples, not changing much at all from its current feminine shape, though you can feel your muscles somehow growing denser, more powerful. You gasp through your teeth as you feel a pressure in them as several of them sharpen, brief bursts of pain turning into a slow, somehow almost pleasurable pressure of their own as a pair of horns push out from your forehead. The colors of the cavern, and even of Mallory standing in front of you, become deeper, more vibrant and saturated, Mallory practically seeming to glow red as a faint rushing sensation indicates the change in your eyes, and somehow you just know the sclera have tinted black and your eyes themselves have turned yellow.\n\nA ticklish, tight sensation starts on your palms, fingerless black leather gloves materializing on them and starting to run up your now blue-skinned arms. You shudder and moan in pleasure at the feeling of your cock growing, getting longer, thicker, dangling down your thighs as your balls grow heavier as well, your loincloth curling around to hug them, the shiny metal becoming black leather as it engulfs your newly huge prick and sack and hugs them to you as it takes the shape of panties, your bikini top similarly becoming a black leather midriff-baring top. Your toes curl as your toenails turn glistening black and somewhat sharp, even as your legs are sheathed by toe-and-heel baring black leather stockings. You lean forward, bracing your hands on the ground, clenching your fingers and scratching your shiny black nails across the stone as you jut your pert, cute ass in the air, wiggling it with the leather panties covering half of each cheek... a wiggling emphasized as a tail pushes out from just above them, the slender length flitting back and forth as the tip bulges into a spade.\n\nYou shiver as you can feel your face changing slightly, but finally you stand up, looking down at yourself, then over at Mallory, who's staring with wide eyes, his cock obviously stiff in his panties. "W-wow, Jamie, you... you look just like me! Well, I mean... not just like me, you're blue, and there's a few differences, but..."\n\n"Well. I wanted to be super cute, so I guess it made me look like the cutest thing I could think of?" you offer, rubbing the back of your head, then giggling some.\n\n"Awwww!" Mallory leaps forward and throws his arms around your neck, rubbing his cheek on yours. "Jamie, it's more like you're my brother than anything else now! Jamie... Jamie... Jaminimaxira! Aaaa, my cute little brother Jami!" he squeals, obviously ecstatic.\n\nThis is an interesting new twist... but one your new wickedly demonic heart seizes onto eagerly. "Big brother!" you coo, leaning in to kiss him deeply, your tongue lengthening and twining with his as the two of you kiss.\n\nEventually, though, Mallory steps back, his eyes sparkling. "Wait, Jami, that's it! We could take back Castle Magoria!"\n\n"What's that...?"\n\n"Remember how I said I'm from the line of Magoria? Basically it means there's an unbroken line of either born or created demons that I can trace right back to him. Magoria was one of Astaroth's generals, someone close enough to her that he had the right to inherit if he or someone from his line could prove themselves worthy, that's why I could request the Coat of Passage and everything. But a long time ago one of my ancestors was considered too weak and a demon lord kicked him out of our family castle, and we've been decreasing in power a little with every generation since, only able to make one offspring to continue the line. But if there's two of us, and one is a blue demon, then that gives us a clear claim! We can demand whoever's occupying Castle Magoria leave and give it back to us!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes!|QOInc5x2]]\n\n[[... No.|QOInc]]

You clamp down on your innate revulsion and every human instinct you have telling yourself to flee from the very concept of this thing. Because what Doctor Mejat said comes back to you: 'Panic is their greatest weapon against their prey.' If you don't want to be prey, you can't panic. Taking a shuddery breath, you resettle the Lance at your shoulder, steady your hands as much as you can, and take the shot. \n\nThe flickery, flat line of red light zips out and sails over one of the creature's shoulders without it even noticing. "Easy," Raykes says almost immediately, before you can even really react to missing. "It's fine. You've got plenty of distance and time to make your shot. Calm down, breath out as you squeeze the control." Even as he's firing repeatedly, each report of <i>g-BOLG</i> giving you the impression of a Fiend flying to pieces, he continues to speak in a calm voice. "Don't rush yourself. Aim for the smallest area you can, so even if you miss you'll hit what's surrounding it."\n\nYou take a firmer breath, nod, and focus. You shift your view to the very center of that wide, round hand, focusing all your sight on an imaginary spot there, then breath out as you press the button on the grip. A moment after the gun's report, you see the hand practically explode into dark goo... not precisely where you aimed, but close enough that it takes part of the wrist off as well. The thing starts flailing around, partially thumped on its side and trying to shove itself along with its truncated arm, its legs now almost entirely useless. You find a little bulbous pimple-like spot close to the center of its torso to aim at, focusing on it before firing again. This time your rifle's <i>g-BOLG</i> is followed by the creature almost being blown in two, the now bisected torso flailing around before it slumps and starts to melt.\n\n"Good job, keep going," Raykes urges evenly, never having stopped in taking his own shots. "Take your time. Don't worry if they start getting close to the perimeter, just take them down one at a time no matter how close or how far, that's your only job and the only thing you have to worry about."\n\n"Yes sir," you reply, actually feeling rather proud of yourself for how even your voice was. You move your rifle to the side, sighting in on a writhing mass of mismatched tentacles, pushing down your revulsion in order to sight on what you think is the solid mass at the center. \n\nThe strange report of the Lances keeps going, overlapping, until you just get used to it... it's just a thing that's happening all the time as you aim and shoot, to where you barely even associate it with your own actions. Part of your brain continues to scream as it catalogs the awful features of the things you're shooting at, but you push it off further and further into the distance as you just turn the Fiends into a series of shapes and surfaces to find small points to aim at. Eventually, you sweep your rifle back and forth, but don't spot any other movement. You blink and look up at Raykes as he rests a hand on your back and turns you, guiding you over to a spot next to the bench where there's a silver panel on the wall. He pulls it out, revealing what must be a simple toilet, then reaches up and undoes the straps of your mask and takes it off of you. "What's this f-" You start to say.\n\nAnd then your throat is full as everything comes slamming back in on you. That screaming, terrified part of your brain is suddenly right there in the forefront, and you're collapsing to your knees and hunching forward over the toilet, simultaneously emptying your guts and sobbing hysterically. Raykes gently rubs your back through the whole thing, squeezing your shoulders as your body shakes uncontrollably. Finally, after the third or fourth dry heave, he departs, and returns with a cup of water, nudging you up some and offering it. "Here. Rinse and spit, don't swallow."\n\nFeeling hollowed out and still sobbing a little, you nevertheless follow his instructions, repeatedly filling your mouth with the water and swishing it around, spitting it out, until finally it doesn't taste sour and acidic. Then you roll and slump to sit on the floor, hugging your legs and rocking a little, murmuring, "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," over and over again.\n\nYou're not sure how long it is, but eventually you just... get tired of freaking out. Or maybe it's the other way around, you're too tired to freak out anymore. You look up to see Raykes calmly strolling back and forth and watching the perimeter lines again. As if noticing you looking at him, he looks over and grins a little. "Got it locked down?"\n\n"... Yeah," you whisper hoarsely.\n\nHe does a quick all-around glance, then walks over and squats down in front of you, resting a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. Whatever you do, don't feel bad about needing to lose your shit a little once the danger passed, alright? The only important thing is that you didn't lose it when the danger was here. You handled yourself amazingly and anyone would be proud of you. Look, your shift's not quite up, but as your officer on duty I'm giving you permission to knock off early. Go back to the bunker, clean up, then hit the mess hall before bed. And hey, all of those and in that order, alright?" He grins and pats your shoulder. "You better do 'em all or I'll give you a demerit myself."\n\nYou smile wanly at him and nod, managing to whisper a "Thank you" as you get to your feet, retrieving your mask from the bench and fastening it in place before heading downstairs. The guide drone is waiting for you at the door, but you still need to take a few moments to have another, shorter, less intense freakout about going outside where you saw those <i>things</i> so recently. But finally, after a few deep breaths and a shoulder-squaring, you march out into the cold and back along the path, your Lance at the ready and your eyes wary even as you keep the blinking little machine in view at all times. It's definitely a relief to see the bunker looming over you, and the doors opening into that stark, once foreboding incursion area. Right now you're about as happy to see it as you would be your living room back home. You slump in through the inner doors and somewhat reluctantly put the Lance back in with the others, reclaiming a more standard rifle and heading downstairs. Luck is with you as you get the shower room to yourself, allowing you to soak in the hottest water it will provide and have another little crying jag as you come down off the rush. When you're dried off and in fresh clothes, you head to the cafeteria, where you're surprised to get a large bowl of hot, dark brown soup rather than one of the blocks of protein that's the standard. "Orders from an officer," the convict on kitchen duty says, actually giving you a bit of a grin as you stare down at the bowl of food that actually smells like it might have some form of flavoring in it.\n\nYour dreams that night are troubled, but not so much so that you bother your consistently cranky and standoffish roommate, at least as far as you can tell. Over the next few weeks you fall into a routine of eating (back to shaped protein after that night, oh well), coexisting relatively peacefully if tensely with Veronka, occasionally doing some training with Shyn, and every third or fourth night pulling guard duty. A few times it's at other guard towers, but mostly you get sent back to Tower Nine to do duty with Raykes. The two of you don't exactly talk a lot... he seems to subtly discourage it, probably so he doesn't get distracted... but you definitely come to appreciate both his skill and his kindness. There are several more times where Fiends cross the Encounter Line, but never quite as many as that first night... you don't think you're quite getting used to seeing the horrible, otherworldly things, but maybe 'inured' is a better word, since the freakouts after the first are never nearly as severe and continue to get milder.\n\nYou're about a month into your time at Thirty-Six, and have actually built up enough of what they call 'tour credits' to get access to a tablet with novels to read on it (though a lot of the literature's a little incomprehensible to you, being written from the perspective of aliens, but it's better than nothing), and are sitting in the mess hall reading some mildly tawdry romance about blob-people when an announcement comes over the PA. "Cadet LaChance, please report to Lieutenant Eskabar's office."\n\n"Shit," you murmur, wincing and closing the tablet and sliding it into one of the large pockets on your coat. You can't think of anything you've done wrong, but you've gotten enough into the mindset that getting the attention of the 'brass' isn't good. Of course it's not good to keep them waiting, either, so you hurry down to the floor below where the offices are, finding Eskabar's and pressing the control by the door to announce yourself. "In!" she barks, and you step into the cramped area. It's still probably about as big as your entire dorm room, but with the desk, some shelves and lockers, and Eskabar herself in it, it feels more like a closet. The bovine-like woman is wearing a black tanktop at the moment, apparently unbothered by the mild cold that constantly pervades the base, her lower half hidden behind the desk. \n\n"Take a seat, LaChance," she says, waiting for you to wedge yourself into the single metal chair in front of her desk before she settles back in her own chair. "I've been pleasantly surprised by you, y'know," she says after eyeing you for a few moments, making you start a little. "First there was the combination of smarts and balls you showed on the first day. Then I hear that you somehow talked Jehemis into giving you shooting lessons without so much as a kiss on her cuntlips. And then you go and, on your very first guard duty, manage to participate in putting down a full-blown Fiend encounter without any of 'em ever even touching the perimeter."\n\n"Ah... that was mostly Ensign Raykes, ma'am," you feel the need to interject.\n\nShe leans forward and stabs her desktop with one big finger. "Not getting an overblown ego's one thing, LaChance, but at a certain point 'humility' is just another word for 'bullshit'. Raykes says you did a phenomenal job for a vet, let alone a first-timer, and I trust him to assess you way more than I trust you about anything. You know he's so good we've got him living out there in that tower?" Your shock and worry must show on your face, because she lets out a bark of laughter. "There's an apartment under the ground floor, LaChance, we don't make him sleep on the fuckin' bench. He's got a full range of heaters, a food prep unit, entertainment holos, and an actual fucking bed, the fucker's probably living in more luxury than the Commander is. But that's what you get if you're good enough to be stationed on-call at a watchtower. And he's requested you be offered the chance to be stationed there with him."\n\nYou blink again. "Me? Like, all the time?"\n\n"Yup. You'd get to share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him. It's not a bad deal, LaChance... you still qualify for FEAR in another two months, no matter how sweet-smelling your sheets are. And dubyatee duty is both the safest and th' most dangerous duty we got, in its own ways, so you get a daily bonus for the time you're stationed there but your life expectancy goes up all the way to the end of the year. That's every goddamn day getting more money into the account waiting for you when you get out. Raykes'll probably be ready to retire to some little private island on a core world once he decides he's done here. So it's nothing to sneeze at, if you want to take the trade-off."\n\nYou start to ask what the trade-off is, then it sinks in. 'Share that ritzy goddamn apartment with him'. It's not like you're not having to share right now (and with someone a lot less genial than Raykes), but you're basically being asked to move in with him. And you can't help but wonder if there are some attached expectations there.\n\n"Otherwise, I need some grunts to come with me on a mission," Eskabar continues after a moment. "One of the bunkers on the edge between Thirty-Six and Thirty-Five's gone dark... figuratively and literally. Someone probably got sloppy and let some Fiends get in, most likely everyone's dead and the place is a loss, but it's still our job to go and see if that's so. I'd rather not take a bunch of orangecoats that are pretty much guaranteed to get shredded, but this mission doesn't rate a FEAR-only strikeforce, so I'll settle for taking some that are slightly more likely to come out alive. There's a bonus attached... ain't no 'private island' bonus, not even really a 'nice condo' bonus, but it's still plenty decent."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept watchtower duty.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Accept the bunker mission.|GGSR6x10]]

You may or may not have done a little "research" on this subject in some of the stores. After all, your mother did say that having an impression of taking off particular bits of clothing could help with giving that suggestion to others. But the first thing to start with is just the thought that maybe you'd want to try putting them on... a thought which you put in the Ben-doll and "toss" towards him.\n\nYou can even see the moment it hits, because he blinks, and his pale ears color just a little. He pretty quickly brushes the thought away... but not instantly. There's a few moments of hesitation before he tries to do the mental equivalent of laughing it off, which is really all you need. The fact that he entertained it for even a moment because of his wandering mind gives you a foothold, so you send the suggestion again, just a bit more strongly. It lasts a little longer this time, and he actually winds up pondering the idea of trying on panties of his own accord for several moments, squirming a little in his seat as his cock stirs a bit. (That's not quite visible, you just have a sense of it since you're monitoring his mind.)\n\nFrom there, the next suggestion isn't a hard one... having him actually imagine himself standing in front of a mirror in nothing but panties. Which, again, you might have a bit of a basis for. You form the concept of the mental image and toss it into his head... and get to enjoy as his own mind fills it in, his sleek, actually already somewhat feminine body bare, pale, on display except for a pair of black lace panties with a rose pattern. Oh, it's cute~. And has him fidgeting in his seat and hunching forward, obviously embarrassed by the course his thoughts have taken in the middle of class, confusion mingling with arousal inside his head as he tries desperately to figure out where these thoughts are coming from without ever actually considering they're <i>not</i> his.\n\nLooks like things are going well! The next step is to...\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep reinforcing the idea of wearing panties.|QOFam]]\n\n[[Turn it into a torrid sexual fantasy.|QOFam]]

Swallowing hard and forcing yourself not to lick your lips, fearing it would only excite your sudden oral fixation, you manage, "I... I need some help."\n\n"Of course, that's what I'm here for. Though you'll have to be a little specific. I can only assume it relates to your situation, but what precisely did you need help with?" he asks, tilting his head a little.\n\n"Th-that's the thing, my... my situation's kind of weird." You wince a little before continuing. "S-see, the thing is, I wasn't like this yesterday. Or even a few hours ago. It just... suddenly happened." You can see a dubious, mildly annoyed look growing on his face, but press on. "I know, I know, it's crazy, but me and my friends went on this 'haunted house' thing and it was just a laugh but then we went down to the basement where there was this altar and all these writings and all of a sudden I don't know what came over us but-"\n\n"Wait." He holds up his hand, scowling now. But when he speaks, his voice isn't angry, but concerned. "Was it the old Levey house? The one that's in that movie?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you stammer, nodding quickly. "That's the one, I found this listing on Devilist about-"\n\n"That old madman," the priest grumbles, before sighing and reaching a hand out to rest on your shoulder. "This isn't your fault, child, you were drawn into a situation and preyed upon by forces of evil. And no, I am not being metaphorical," he adds with a wry tone. "The man who drew you in was a demon worshiper. No doubt he was hoping for young people like yourself, whose defenses are lower, to enter that house so the demonic spirits within would have an easier time influencing them."\n\n"You're... you're saying this is...?" You stare down at your swollen belly.\n\n"Yes. Literal demonspawn, I'm afraid. Come." He reaches to take your hand, leading you forward. "We will do what we can." \n\nHe leads you through a doorway on the back wall, then carefully helps you up several flights of stairs in the tower towards the back of the church. You're huffing by the time you arrive in a small, square room dominated by golden and silver-colored stained glass forming designs and symbols more than the murals you might otherwise have expected, and a single large cross against one wall. The priest leads you over to stand in front of it, then helps you settle to your knees before going to his own beside you.\n\n"This is a very special place, established because of Deviville's... unique needs," he explains. "Luckily it is almost sunrise, and if we pray during that time, it is quite possible that the Lord will send help."\n\n"Quite possible?" you ask tensely.\n\n"Let me put it this way. It's happened before," he says, giving you a quick grin. "And not in a 'oh it's just coincidence' way. Trust me, my child."\n\nYou nod slowly, then clasp your hands and lower your head. You've never been a big believer, but then you wouldn't have expected this to happen to you either. So you're going to have to make a sincere go of it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pray for someone to help.|GGHH14x5]]\n\n[[Pray for vengeance on those who did this to you.|GGHH]]

Though you'd love to fuck Mallory in every way the two of you can think of, it doesn't seem like this is the place, and after all the two of you have a mission now. You slide your cock slowly out of Mallory's ass, giving him time to absorb your cum so it won't make a mess, your brother standing and tugging his panties back into place.\n\n"Okay, it's settled," he says, turning back to you with a smile.\n\n"Yeah! The quest to reclaim our pride as the line of Magoria starts here!" you declare, clenching a fist and posing with a hand on your hip. Hm, becoming a demon seems to have given you a flair for the dramatic.\n\nBut as if responding to your words, the blade of the sword still held by the statue glows red with intricate lines of runes, and the cover of the book does the same with purple ones. You and Mallory take an identical half-step back in shock as both items float up and drift over to you.\n\n"I am the Cheating Blade, Hax," booms a deep male voice, a little blank space passing through the lines of runes on the sword.\n\n"And I am the Know-All Tome, Guyid," whispers a female voice, the same effect flickering over the rune lines on the book.\n\n"We answer the call of those designated worthy by our creator," both say in perfect sync. "And pledge our power to the blue demon who is willing to take up Astaroth's legacy."\n\n"W-what?!" Mallory squeaks, pointing at you, even as you point at yourself. "Big brother's really meant to inherit Astaroth's legacy?!"\n\n"..." Both items just float there for a moment, before Guyid speaks up. "Well it's not like it's hard."\n\n"Eh?" both you and Mallory say in unison.\n\n"Her legacy was 'I'll do what I want'," Hax's deep voice booms. "And so if one who has inherited our creator's blue demon energy has a strong desire, we'll help them to do whatever they want. It's pretty much that simple."\n\n"Feel free to rely on us, Master," Guyid adds. "Though we are likely to betray or dominate any other who attempts to use us, you are possessed of the essence of she who made us, and thus the essence that animates and powers us. To betray you would be to betray ourselves, so you may always count on our loyalty."\n\n"Oh. Um, thanks then. Thank you," you add, as Hax floats over and settles against your back, while Guyid floats in front of you until you take her in both hands. \n\n"Aaaaa, Jami, this is great! Though a lot of information about Astaroth was lost, everyone knows her magic items were the best, and these are apparently her best ones!" Mallory squeals. "With this we can go right at that stupid squatter in our castle!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Good plan!|QOInc5x4]]\n\n[[Something less direct would be better.|QOInc]]

Maybe it's that your perception of yourself as a member of Mallory's line of descent is taking solid hold on you, or something about your new nature is just enthralled by the idea of power and position, or maybe it's that after all these years of living a quiet, blisteringly mundane life, you've finally broken as far away from that as possible. Whatever it is, you feel an enthusiasm you can't hold back and nod excitedly. "Let's do it, Mallory! Let's take back the castle and become rulers!"\n\n"Ahhh! Yes, yes!" Mallory squeals happily, his tail lashing.\n\n"On one condition, though," you suddenly add, holding up a single finger. \n\n"Eh?" Mallory stops hopping, but holds his happy pose, though his expression has become confused. "What condition is that?"\n\n"Well, since I'm the important blue demon and all," you chirp, grinning wickedly as you step up to him, running your hands slowly up and down his sides... then suddenly spinning him around, a hand moving to his shoulder to bend him forward, your other yanking his panties down and letting his cock spring free, baring his cute red ass. "<i>I'm</i> the big brother!"\n\n"A-ah?!" Mallory squeaks in shock at your sudden dominance, giving a visible shiver as you free your long, thick blue prick and rub it against his ass. Then he lets out a moan as you start slowly pushing it into him, his crimson pucker spreading wide around your thick azure cock. "Aaaaa! B-big... big brother... your cock's soooo much longer and fatter now!" he groans as you just keep sinking more of it into him.\n\n"Just as long and fat as yours, little brother," you purr back, grabbing hold of his hips and thrusting the rest of the way into him, then starting to fuck him as hard and fast as he ever fucked you.\n\n"Ah! Ah! Ah! Big brother! Jami! Ah!" As if answering the parallel, Mallory starts squealing like as much of an eager little whore as you ever did, his cock bouncing against his belly as your smooth blue balls slap into his red ones. "Yes, yes big brother, fuck my slutty pussy, fuck your little brother's slutty bitch pussy!"\n\n"I love hearing my little brother's naughty mouth run!" you answer with a giggle, before moaning yourself as you brace your feet and start putting your legs into thrusting, your pert, still panty-clad butt raising up as you shift your angle. "Mmm, soon I'm gonna fuck you in our royal bedchambers!"\n\n"Yes! Yes yes yes! Power and wealth and your cock! That's what I want!" Mallory yowls happily as his asshole clenches around you, his load spurting and spilling all over the floor as your own first demonic orgasm rushes through you, enough to bloat your little brother's belly out and have it bulging and jiggling beneath him.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|QOInc5x3]]

"I think I wanna take a look around," you answer after a moment's thought, then add with a grin, "But without worrying about someone getting all handsy the first time we find a shadowy corner."\n\nJack claps a hand to his chest and mock-staggers as if wounded, widening his eyes in exaggerated innocence. "I would never...!" Then he simply grins and gives Kev a thump on the shoulder. "C'mon, man, we'll let the girls explore on their own. Let's you and me go take a look around too."\n\nEager to photograph more of the house, and presumably hoping to catch some ghost-flickers on disk, Kev trails off after Jack like an eager puppy... or maybe it's the fact that Jack is still holding a pair of beers that has him doing that. Leslie snickers a little, shaking her head. "Good call, Cy. So now that we've ditched the guys, what's our move...?"\n\nGlad to see that she's apparently forgotten her earlier nervousness, you make a thoughtful noise. "Well, let's see, we saw the movie so we know most of the different rooms, I guess. We could go upstairs and look at the 'haunted' [[bedroom|GGHH1x3]]," you muse, starting to tick options off on your fingers. "Or we could go look at the [[pond|GGHH4x1]] out back, the one where they had the fish monster. Or the [[basement|GGHH2x1]], they had like demon-worshiper stuff down there. There's the [[kitchen|GGHH5x1]], doubt we'll see anything of a cannibal cook or evil rats, though. Or if we're feeling really super-brave, there's always the [[woods|GGHH11x1]] out back, see if we could spot a werewolf."\n\n"Oh man, the dark woods in the middle of the night, you don't even need a haunted house for that to be spooky," Leslie answers, grinning broadly. Then she shrugs. "Still, it all sounds good to me, Cy. Whatta you wanna look at?"

Oh, what the hell. If you're going to get fancy, frilly lingerie, it might as well be the most stereotypical fancy, frilly lingerie possible. Besides, you've got a few female friends that would probably get a huge kick out of it if you modeled them at the next sleepover or something. Grinning, you pick up the pink bra and panties. "I'll take these, I think."\n\n"Ooo, trying out a completely different style? I think you're really going to like it," Lina answers with a twinkle in her eye. "Go on into the changing room and put them on, I'm sure you'll love them right away."\n\nFollowing her instructions, you head into the changing room and pull the door closed before stripping down. You eye the panties a little as you hold them up... man, the back really is pretty much a string, isn't it? Oh well. You step into them and pull them up, the waistband riding high on your hips as the string back snugs up between your buttocks, the pink frills lining the underside of the sides of the waistband draping over the tops of your hips, the front diving down some, the lacy, translucent material hugging against your mound. You pause a moment to check yourself out in the mirror with just them on... wow, they make your butt and hips look really round and full! You're actually impressed by just how much of a change it is... admittedly you'd noticed lately that they were filling out a little, but somehow these little pink panties took you from 'filling out' to 'total sexbomb' below the waist!\n\nYou pick the bra up, and do a bit of a double-take. The cups... are way too big! But somehow you're not entirely sure of yourself, so you go ahead and put it on, wiggling it into place. As you expected, they practically dangle off of you like a kid trying on her well-endowed mother's bra for dressup. (Whew, flashback smoke, don't breathe this.) "Ummmmm..." You call out the front... which in itself seems a little weird for you, but you can't quite pin down how, so you don't really bother thinking about it. "The bra doesn't... like... fit?"\n\n"Oh? Is it too tight in the chest band, or too loose?"\n\n"Ummmmmmm... neither, it's mostly... the cups?" you call back.\n\n"Oh, nevermind that. Just wear it for a little while and it will fit," Lina replies.\n\nThat really doesn't seem right to you... but she says it so authoritatively that somehow you just assume she knows something you don't know. Smiling happily at knowing it will all work out, you pull your shirt back on, then step into your jeans and haul them up... only to be stopped as the waistband bumps against the bottom of your butt, making it jiggle. You blink, repeating the motion a few times, watching your ass wobble in reaction in the mirror and giggling a little at the image. "Okay, wow, I don't know how, but my jeans shrunk or something while I was in here!"\n\n"Things like that happen sometimes," Lina answers in a breezy tone, the door opening enough for her to poke her hand in, holding a black pleated skirt. "Here, just leave them there, you can wear this out."\n\n"Oh wow! Thanks a ton!" you chirp, accepting the skirt and dropping the jeans without a second thought to step into it instead. You swish your hips back and forth a little, grinning at how it just allllmost flips up enough to show stuff. Gosh, skirts are way sexier! Why don't you wear these all the time?! You pull your boots on, pouting about how they don't really go with your cute new underwear... you really should do some shopping for whole different kinds of clothes, really! You bounce to your feet and flounce out of the room, pausing to throw your arms around Lina and give her a squeeze. "Gosh! Thanks sooooo much, these feel amazing!"\n\n"Enjoy the new you, dear," Lina coos in your ear, slipping her hands under your skirt to give your ass a squeeze. You squeak, then giggle at her being so silly before you practically skip out the door. As you make your way down the sidewalk, you start putting an extra little sway in your hips to make the skirt swish around more, since you're enjoying the change so much. Yeah, you deeeefinitely need to go shopping for clothes, you think as you enjoy the breeze around your legs and brushing over your pink pantied pussy. Not just for skirts, but for shirts too! This t-shirt is actually really tight now that you think about it, it's stretched out over your chest and riding up your middle! But you can totally go shopping, well, sometime soon, but first you absolutely need to show off your pretty new underwear to somebody!\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[A guy friend!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Daddy!|GGLing]]\n\n[[Literally anybody will do!|GGLing]]

Since the whole point of the Misogybots is that they're perfectly happy to be treated like the sex objects they now are, you didn't bother to have them positioned in places in the hab proper. Instead you designed this large room with 'sustaining tubes' lining the walls... semicircular impressions in the wall that glow when inhabited, providing all the cellular sustenance and toxin purging necessary to eliminate the need to eat or sleep. This allows the Misogybots, despite their still almost entirely organic nature, to stand there and wait unmoving on your whim, reinforcing to them that they're nothing but sex toys and have no purpose or reason for being outside of that. Thus other than the tubes lining the walls, there are several simple raised, padded squares running the length of the room to use as places to fuck.\n\n<<if $mbtifa is true>>[[Misogybot Tifa|Capture-MBS-Tifa]] occupies Tube One. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a decorative one made of latex. The top has been essentially vacuum-sealed on, leaving her huge tits fully and separately displayed along with her fat nipples. Red strips of latex go over her shoulders and down to connect to the snug bondage-style belt around her middle. A strip of black latex that rides the very top and hips is all that there is to suggest her skirt, leaving her smooth pussy and tight pucker constantly exposed, as well as most of her buttocks. Her legs are sheathed in white latex thigh-highs that leave her heels and toes bare, and her arms are likewise sheathed in fingerless black latex gloves.<<endif>><<if $mbyuffie is true>><br><br>[[Misogybot Yuffie|Capture-MBS-Yuffie]] occupies Tube Two. Her outfit has been removed and replaced with a few simple pieces of latex. In place of her old sleeveless, midriff-baring green sweater top is a similarly-shaped one made of green latex, high-collared and backless. Unlike Tifa's top, this one actually flattens and suppresses what tits she has, completely smoothing out her nipples and reinforcing just how much she's lacking in that department. Other than a pair of pale yellow latex thigh-highs, baring her toes and heels, she's otherwise completely unclad, baring her bald pussy and pert ass to everyone.<<endif>> <<if $mbtifa is true and $mbyuffie is true>>(You could also always have some fun [[with both her and Tifa|Capture-MBS-TifaYuffie]] for contrast!)<<endif>>\n\n<hr>\n[[Lower Level.|Capture-HabLL]]

You're starting your spring break essentially as early as possible, by sleeping over at your friend Kevin's. Kevin's house has a lot to recommend it... it's not huge, but it's got a pool, several backyard amusements, a semi-furnished shed that works as a clubhouse, a pair of large, fuzzy, friendly dogs, and the whole thing is backed by a large wooded area. A lesser person might be accused of wanting to be friends with Kevin just because his house is like crack for an active young person.\n\nYou really do like Kevin, though, even though you seem like such opposites. You're quiet and avoid attention, he's extroverted, you have largely average looks, he's already getting compliments for how handsome he is (blonde hair, grey eyes, nice chin even), you excel academically and he excels socially.\n\nCurrently the two of you are sitting in his room at the foot of his bed, dressed in sleeping attire (sweatpants and a t-shirt for you, athletic pants and tanktop for him). The latest Street Fighter game is just starting to wear a bit thin, and you make no complaints when Kevin sets his controller aside at the end of the current match. "Let's do something else," he suggests airily, flumping back against the footboard of the bed.\n\n"Like what?" you ask, ever ready to not take the initiative.\n\n"Well, I guess we could talk about [[what we're going to do tomorrow|QOKevActivities]]," he muses. "Don't wanna wind up just sitting around doing nothing 'cause we didn't get an idea ready. Or, hey..." He grins wickedly. "We could [[watch this porno I got|QOKevPornStart]]."\n\nYour jaw drops a little. Sure, porn flows fairly freely on the internet these days, though you've always been a bit leery of your parents deciding to secretly monitor your browsing to make much use of it. Still, there's somehow something awe-inspiring about the fact that Kevin's gotten his hands on the physical article. "Where'd you get actual porn?"\n\n"Bribed my brother. He sent it to me in an anime case so my parents just rolled their eyes and passed it along. It's like a six disk compilation of a whole bunch of stuff. I haven't watched any yet, though." He glances at the door, then grins again as he looks back at you. "Or, hey... if you wanna see the real thing instead, we could always go [[take a peek at Tanya|QOKevPlaceholder]]."\n\nThat makes you swallow heavily. "Your sister?" Kevin's sister Tanya is eighteen, a year younger than the eldest brother of the family. She's tall, with long golden hair, great legs, a really nice set of boobs and a great butt. If you hadn't been eased into seeing her so often over the years, you'd probably get tongue-tied every time you came over and saw her. As it is, you still tend to blush.\n\n"Yeah, a lot of times by now she's prancing around her bedroom naked, I accidentally noticed when I was walking by one night. She always leaves the door just a little open so it's super easy. You could actually see tits that aren't on a screen!"

<b>February 4, 2019</b>\n* The teen options have been renamed to their character names, to bring them into line with the rest of the player characters.\n* Dan can now go sell one of Mr. Black's "[[special creations|YPBB1x2]]". He can also help out with the invention of new stuff.\n<b>February 5, 2019</b>\n* Fairified Eric can plead with her "[[rescuer|MiniEric6x2]]" not to do what he's doing.\n<b>February 6, 2019</b>\n* Cypher can now [[use the genetic sequencer|BadCypher10x6]] after escaping with Striped Trouble. Much earlier on, he can also have Delvan [[unlock the ship|BadCypher3x2]].\n<b>February 8, 2019</b>\n* The default character in the [[Ranma sim|RanXStart]] is now available.\n<b>February 10, 2019</b>\n* Bad Cypher can now elect to spring the [[nameless inmate|BadCypher5x5]] from the slam.\n<b>February 11, 2019</b>\n* Eric can go to the part of the Palladium bridge party that [[Kelly invited him to|Palladium1x1]]\n<b>February 12, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now [[avoid blaming anyone|GGSR3x3]] when she pleads not guilty at the Space Rangers military tribunal.\n<b>February 15, 2019</b>\n* Monk-in-training Cyan can now [[ditch Jakson|GGMonk1x1]] to approach the adventuring party.\n<b>February 16, 2019</b>\n* Valerie the Witch Princess can now [[refuse to see Thule's sons|ValLib2x1]].\n<b>February 18, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now take the [[rehab assistant|GGSR5x2]] job on Orison.\n<b>February 19, 2019</b>\n* Cyan can now choose [[Dominating Presence|GGSTief1x1]] from Riara's options for her cheat power.\n<b>February 20, 2019</b>\n* Some more of Cyan and Makan.\n* Sam can now poke around in her aunt's [[closet|Camping11x1]].\n* Amanda can now decide to try for [[plane tickets|SKCheerStart]] to the cheerleader training camp.\n<b>February 21, 2019</b>\n* Austin can now tell Bunny [[he'll work with her|Austin5x3]] to help Wonderland recover.\n<b>February 23, 2019</b>\n* Gyaru-fied Austin can now tell Shirou he wants to be [[a complete bitch for cocks|Austin4x7]].\n<b>February 28, 2019</b>\n* Sorry for the light updates this week due to travel.\n* Eric-Ranma can now aim for [[the street nearby|FRanX1x1]] after getting Akane-launched.\n<b>March 1, 2019</b>\n* More of the Ranma stuff from yesterday.\n<b>March 2, 2019</b>\n* Bit more Ranma.

"Well, y'know. I was sort of... curious," you answer, grinning sheepishly at her. "I've been thinking maybe I'd sort of like to... test things out, or something. I didn't think you'd, y'know... mind?"\n\nHer face darkens, but this time it's with obvious anger instead of mingled embarrassment and confusion. "Right. So you picked 'Lesbian Les' to make a move on. Because I so obviously like girls."\n\n"Aw, c'mon, Leslie, I didn't really mean it like... well, I guess I didn't-"\n\n"Even putting aside the fact that if I <i>did</i> like girls, that I should just be overjoyed to be part of your little <i>testing yourself</i>? Oh, you want me to show you my pussy, see if it makes you drool or gag?" Practically shaking with fury, she grabs up the camp lantern and storms out the door, giving a parting snap of, "Don't fucking talk to me again."\n\nYou stare after her miserably, then settle into a chair and rub at your face with both hands. Well. That went just fantastic. "Stupid," you mutter aloud, thunking your forehead with your palm.\n\n"Oh, I don't think it was stupid at all!"\n\nYou blink at the unfamiliar voice and look up. At first, seeing no one in the room, you look towards the open doorway... but there's no one in the hall either. Then you notice the reflection in the mirror... or rather, the image. You'd just sort of written it off as your own reflection out of the corner of your eye, but when you actually look at the vanity and its mirror, the shock almost makes you fall off your chair. That's definitely not you, unless you've suddenly grown horns, turned pinkish-purple, and gotten green-gold eyes with black sclera. The weird thing is that the image in the mirror otherwise <i>does</i> look a lot like you, even down to wearing the same shirt.\n\n"Trying new things and sexy funtimes are where it's all at! Constant change and fucking, those are the two things everyone should live by!" the demonic image of you chirps, before sighing dramatically and shrugging. "Just a shame some people let all that stuff like 'pride' and 'decency' get in the way. Now you, on the other hand..." She grins and cups her chin. "You have potential. Wanna have some fun...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream and flee.|GGHHPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hear her out.|GGHH1x6]]

Deciding that carrying bags of feed around or whatever is preferable to wearing furs and eating berries, you take the fork leading towards the more cultivated landscapes. There's some unmowed areas but not that many, all of it seems pretty tamed, if wide open and a little lonely.\n\nYou head towards a likely-looking place, then blink as the road splits again. Apparently this path is mostly meant for workers because the wide dirt paths are only labeled with letters and numbers on the wooden gates above them. You're going to have to guess at what they mean if you want to find someone to ask if there's any work available.\n\n<hr>\n[[Path 4F.|RunFarm4F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 4M.|RunFarm4M1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2F.|RunFarm2F1x1]]\n\n[[Path 2M.|RunFarm2M1x1]]\n\n[[Path MH.|RunFarmMH1x1]]

The turkey-man has to move the seat most of the way back before he can even wedge himself into the driver's seat of your car, fluffing his feathers out a bit as he moves the steering wheel up to accommodate his gut. The pig has an easier time of it, mostly just having to plop his fat, naked pink ass on the seat, though he gives up after the first few tries with the seatbelt. They turkey-man starts the car and backs it out, then peels out down the street, smashing Mrs. Devonshire's garden gnome along the way.\n\n"We'll return to our creator, first thing," the turkey-man clucks. "I'm sure she'll be quite eager to properly join the ranks of the oppressed."\n\n"Do you think we should let her pick, like the other?" the pig-man snorts back, shifting in his seat as the thoughts of fucking the teenager that had cursed the meat they once were causes his fat pink cock to start rising again. \n\n"You want her to be a pig, don't you?" the turkey-man replies, then lets out a gobbling laugh. "Well, that's fine. I think she'd look good all pink and plump. But in return, the rest have to be turkeys, alright?"\n\n"Alright." The pig squirms, barely able to contain his excitement. He glances down, then smirks before lifting the can that you've been packed tightly into. As he lowers it onto the tip of his cock, you squelch down the rest of his length, eagerly starting to ooze down his shaft and squeeze at it and his balls as he uses you like a discount pocket pussy.\n\nYou do hope eventually they'll let you make more like you. The world could use more brainless fucktoy googirls... and you can never have too much cranberry sauce!\n\n<b>Holly's Thanksgiving End</b> - <i>Saucy</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[But what if I had picked another Thanksgiving food?!|HollyNov1x4]]\n\n[[But what if I hadn't bought the ham and turkey?!|HollyNov1x2]]\n\n[[But what if it wasn't November?!|HollyStart]]

Maya's mouth is open and tongue lolled out, her glazed-over eyes practically pleading for more cock. So you give it to her, moving back in front of her and easing in, heedless of the panting, fire-puffing dog not far from your face as you push your cock past your friend's lips and over her tongue.\n\nAs if to justify your thoat, Maya immediately wraps her lips around you and begins sucking eagerly, her moans trembling through your sensitive flesh as you push past the tight entrance of her throat. You lean forward and begin thrusting, panting and gasping and not caring that you're actually brushing against the hellhound now, both of you too absorbed in spitroasting the pale goth beneath you than any demon-human antagonism. \n\nYour thoughts become more and more clouded by pleasure the more you pump into Maya's mouth, meaning you don't even notice the heat rising in your body nor the strange twitching and pressure on your muscles. Your tongue lolls out, growing longer, wider, and flatter as it jiggles past your lips, even as your face begins to push steadily out into a muzzle and horns sprout from the sides of your head. Your ears begin to taper to points, your teeth doing much the same as they take on a dark metallic sheen. Your fingers shorten as your nails twist and tighten, becoming similarly hard, gleaming claws jutting from paws that are soon covered in the sleek black fur sprouting from your body.\n\nYour cock gets longer and thicker with your every thrust between Maya's lips, shoving deeper down her bulging throat as the head of it tapers down and narrows to a point. The veins along your length bulge and darken even as the skin of your prick turns wet and gleaming, gradually becoming a bright red, spittle and natural wetness dripping down Maya's chin as you fuck her face. Your newly black-furred balls swing forward to slap against her chin as your body continues to change shape, little gusts of flame now slipping past your slim black lips as you pant harder and harder, the base of your cock starting to swell up as you near the end of your transformation.\n\n<hr>\n[[Knot Maya's mouth.|QOBook12x2]]\n\n[[Don't knot her.|QOBook]]

Almost at the same moment, you thrust forward and complete your change, throwing back your head and giving an exultant howl as you force your knot past the human's lips, her jaw forced wide as her mouth is completely filled with the huge, still swelling flesh, your long canine prick buried down her stretched, bulging throat. The other hellhound joins his howl to yours as he shoves forward into the human bitch, shoving his knot into its pussy and starting to pour his load into her.\n\nWith your load pumping into its stomach and the other hound's load gushing into its womb, the humaan's belly begin swelling rather rapidly, stretching and bulging out below her. You can feel it quivering and moaning around your prick in orgasm, its human hands gripping at your haunches as both of you just keep emptying your balls into it. Gradually though the gripping of its hands turns more desperate, almost clawing at your fur as it bucks and twists. You're fairly sure it's still cumming even as it rapidly runs out of air due to your cock blocking its throat and mouth, its nose desperately rubbing against the base of your sheath as it struggles to get in a breath. \n\nFinally the human bitch goes completely limp, its limbs dropping and hanging heavily, its body only supported by you and your packmates knots still lodged inside its holes. At least it died orgasming, a fitting end for any pathetic human animal, you think. You pant and, for the moment, enjoy some camaraderie with the other hellhound, lapping at its neck and shoulders as it does the same to you while you both continue to use the human's empty shell as a cumdump.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to un-knot first.|QOBook12x3]]\n\n[[Just relax and enjoy yourself.|QOBook]]

Of course, after several minutes, you realize you have a good opportunity here. You gradually focus on calming yourself until you can feel your knot deflate a bit, and then pull back. Your knot pops out of the human's limp mouth, its upper half flopping lifelessly to the floor, its rolled, empty eyes looking at nothing as it thuds to the ground. Your cock is still spurting a bit as you trot around behind the other hellhound, with him now struggling to unknot as well. He's just barely succeeded in pulling out, the human's body flopping completely to the floor, gushing cum from both ends, when you mount up.\n\nThe other hellhound yelps a bit as you thrust into his ass, burying your cum-slick, black-veined length in his hot, thick-puckered ass. He pants out gusts of flame as you begin to fuck him, establishing who is the bitch and who is the stud, his own cock gushing out a thick spurt of cum below him every time you thrust into his ass. Just to make it extra clear, you lean forward and clamp your jaws on the back of his neck, giving a pleased growl as he does indeed whimper like a bitch, his ass clenching eagerly around your prick.\n\nFinally you throw back your head and howl out as you knot your new he-bitch, slamming yourself deep inside his ass and locking inside him, your subordinate giving out his own howl of submission as he cums harder than ever. You growl and wiggle your hips, shifting your knot and spurting prick inside him as the two of you cum, every spurt of both your cock and his sealing that you are the leader of the pack.\n\nOnce your knot has shrunk enough, you turn and twist, briefly going properly ass-to-ass with your he-bitch before pulling out, his thick black pucker stretching around the red of your knot before your prick slips out of him, swaying beneath you in a spray of cum before it starts to pull back into your sheath. Once both of you have resheathed, you turn back to face him, giving a soft wuff. "Come. Let's find what there is to be had of this place."\n\n"Yes, Alpha," Beta replies with a little bow of his head, falling into step beside and slightly behind you, cum still dribbling out of his ass and down his furry balls.\n\nYou pause in the hallway, sniffing repeatedly, Beta joining in. "There is at least one more female human here regularly. That one's mother, from the smell."\n\n"Hm, a proven breeder."\n\n"For me," you note in a smug tone, Beta quickly bowing his horned head in contrite acknowledgement. You sniff again. "And a human male. There's an older, rarer scent... another human female, but this one has other scents too. Our plane, others, strong magic."\n\nBeta meanders off to the side, snuffling along the wall, then giving a canine grunt. "Here, Alpha. The scent is strongest here."\n\nYou trot over and give your own few sniffs, then give a chuff of acknowledgement. Yes, there is more of the occasional visitor's scent here... and also a great deal of magic. A good chance for more power... though with its own dangers.\n\n<hr>\n[[Break down the door.|QOBook12x4]]\n\n[[Be cautious.|QOBook13x1]]\n\n[[Move on.|QOBook]]

Pfah, no puny human mage could stand up to you, a big strong hellhound who just fucked a human bitch to death and dominated an older and stronger hellhound! You're practically invincible on this plane! You back up and then charge forward, Beta leaping along with you and both of you slamming your shoulders against the door, wood cracking and the door flying inward to reveal the room within.\n\nUnfortunately you don't really get any time to look around, since the moment you and Beta step into the room you're surrounded by crackling energy that lances through your bodies, making you both howl and writhe in agony. You crumple to the floor, twitching and drooling as the magic continues to crackle around you, tormenting you for you don't know how long until finally everything dissolves into white.\n\nYou wake up with a low groan, your body aching and feeling oddly heavy as you shift in place, sitting up a bit and propping yourself on your hands. Your chest feels heavy and awkward, and your mouth is strange, like your gums or... your teeth?... are swollen. You blink a few times, your eyes quickly focusing on the black-clad figure standing in front of you. It takes a moment before you realize it's your sister, your words a little raspy as you say, "Baal, what happened?"\n\n"You summoned up something from that book that you shouldn't have," Baal says grimly, resting her hands on her hips as she eyes you up and down. "Frankly I only left it for you because I didn't think you had enough energy on your own to summon anything particularly threatening. I guess your squirrely little friend Jamie must have had more mana than I gave him credit for."\n\n"Jamie?" You blink a few times, then leap to your feet. "Jamie, where-?!" You cut yourself off at the very strange shift of weight on your chest and the way your body moves. You look down at yourself, and wind up staring. You're taller, for one thing... having gained almost a foot in height. Your body is also much more muscular, more like a professional athlete's than the rather uninspiring if slender build you had before. Your arms, legs, and sides are covered in black fur... but not the four large breasts on your chest, the top pair easily two cup sizes larger than they were before. You lift your hands to the slightly smaller lower pair, noticing that your hands are larger now, tipped with gleaming claws. The motion makes something shift below, and you try to look past your quad-tits... to see a pair of heavy black balls hanging down below a thick furry sheath, the black fur of your legs angling up in front of your crotch to a peak above the sheath. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!"\n\n"Your friend gave into his lust and turned into a hellhound too... and fucked you to death," Baal says blandly, making you start and stare at her, your jaw dropping. "His human mind and emotions got overwritten, there was nothing I could do for him. Luckily he apparently wasn't too bright as a dog and the two of them busted into my room and got trapped by the contingency spell I left. I was able to reduce both the hellhounds down to energy and use it to revive you, but obviously there were side effects."\n\n"Side effects?!" Too overwhelmed to really process that Jamie's gone, you turn towards your mirror and stare. Yes, that's a big, partially furry body with four tits, a sheath, and balls, as well as somewhat paw-like feet. Your hair is wilder and shaggier, with a pair of horns curling out from in front of your ears to over them and then pointing back forward, not making it past your cheeks. Your eyes have turned red, and as you pull your lips back you can see that your teeth are sharp and made of dark metal. "This is a 'side effect'?!"\n\n"An unavoidable consquence of the primary goal that was accomplished. That's pretty much the literal definition of one, yeah," Baal replies deadpan, rolling her eyes a bit. Then she hmms, stepping in close behind you. "Still, it's not a bad look for you, little sister. I'm sure you'll discover certain advantages if we work together."\n\nYou jolt a little as your sister reaches around you and begins fondling your furry ballsack... and in the process letting you realize that you have four of them, her fingers stroking over and teasing each one. You shudder, lips parting in a soft moan that comes out as a little puff of flame, a pair of dark red points starting to nudge their way out of your sheath.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stop Baal.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Fuck Baal.|QOBook]]

The management of Worldland is <i>very</i> apologetic about you being accosted by a security guard. They're even more apologetic about him hauling you into a holding area and yanking your pants off in an attempt to reveal the "porno prank" he thought you were pulling. It is absolutely not Worldland's policy to humiliate their guests with, ah, special physicalities, and even more definitely not their policy to strip the clothes off such guests, especially when they're underage. So please, accept these Worldland souvenirs and a generous check, right after signing this paper agreeing not to press charges or bring suit against them.\n\nThe settlement is enough for you to start a new life for yourself nice and far away from all your previous troubles. Unfortunately, after a few years, even being careful with your spending, the money starts to run out. (It was, after all, a generous check, not an <i>extremely</i> generous check.) What can you do? You never finished high school, but even if you had, any job that involves leaving the house is out, practically... you have to wear ridiculously baggy ski pants just to go shopping without anyone trying to call the cops on you for "obscenity".\n\nThe answer is obvious, of course... porn. Except that no porn starlet will touch you... one actually turned and fled from the room screaming when she walked in and saw you without pants, and that was the lead actress from the 'Sizequeen Sluts' series. There's some talk of maybe getting a girl who will just do titjobs or a bit of oral on you, but most of them are too afraid of you or the director trying to talk them into actually trying to take the thing to go for it. There is some interest from the gay side of things, with letting other well-hung guys fuck you, but even though you've been taught the joys of anal stimulation you're just not ready to go that far.\n\nEventually a solution occurs to you... just do your own! Eventually your netcasts have become the stuff of legend, with half the people in the (pay-to-access) chat urging you on at any given time, and the other half insistently demanding you tell them how you're accomplishing the realtime photoshopping of your dick. But either way, thousands tune in to watch you stroke and suck your massive tool... many of them guys, but hey, you don't mind them <i>watching</i>. You even do plenty of content to cater to that, including one special show with setting up a fucking machine and letting it pump a dildo up your ass while your monster cock shudders and spurts underneath you.\n\nHey. It's a living.\n\n<b>Elly Elephant end</b> - <i>That big-dicked internet porn guy</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

Curious, and with that feeling of deja vu intensifying, you step over to the door and lean in, putting your eye up to the open spot. It takes a moment for you to adjust since it's a bit dimmer in the room than in the hallway, but the lights inside are still plenty for you to see, your eyes widening as you take in the scene before you. \n\nSitting on the edge of the bed is a naked boy a bit older than you, maybe a year or two, his legs spread and an older girl, maybe nineteen or twenty, kneels between them. She's only wearing a thong that shows off her amazing ass, body otherwise bare, tits jiggling a bit as she moves her whole upper body slightly with the motion of bobbing her head up and down over the boy's cock, head twisting lightly back and forth, his fingers pressed into her fairly short brown hair. His own head is turned to the side, bobbing back and forth over the cock of a boy his own age standing on the bed, tongue occasionally poking out past his lower lip to slurp up some bit of saliva that starts to drip off. You can see that his eyes are closed, his own head turning back and forth a bit so that he can lick at other parts of the other boy's cock just as the older girl sucking his is doing, both of them apparently wholly absorbed in their oral tasks.\n\nYou suddenly feel a pair of arms go around your middle and breasts pressing against your back, a waft of warm breath washing over your ear as a familiar voice murmurs, "You can't help yourself, can you, scrub?"\n\n<hr>\n[["GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"|QOGF]]\n\n[[Internal screaming intensifies.|QOGF2x2]]

As much as you see the pragmatism (and fun) of making your new species be all hot, Amazonian hermaphrodites, well, wouldn't everyone having the exact same equipment eventually be a little boring? ... Heh. With that in mind, you smirk as you add a slight tweak to the hybrid form you're building for Striped Trouble. It's not a difficult addition at all, and you think he'll wind up rather pleased with it. You're almost certain you will be!\n\nOnce you've finished your tweaks and loaded up the injection gun, you move to Striped Trouble's side and press the muzzle to his flank before pulling the trigger. He lets out a soft hiss, scaley lips pulling up from his teeth, and you step back to watch a rather different but similar transformation to your own happen, this time from the outside. It's rather a more profound change than yours, which is obvious if you think about it... his whole hip and back and chest structure changes, his arms lengthening and growing thicker, gaining muscle as his shoulders shift upward. His muzzle regresses, though you decided to leave him with a little bit of one just to give him a stronger, more masculine look. (Besides, isn't it a bit of a rule that the guys have to look at least a little more bestial than the girls?) He also sprouts a mane of thick, feathery hair, though his is a bright, pure white, going down his back and between the blades of his broad, brawny shoulders. \n\nHis cock has been hard the entire time, but as his hips and legs begin to change to a humanoid configuration, the shift catches up there as well. The slit at the base of his gleaming red cock slides forward, coating the whole thing with a thin layer of sleek, scaly hide that's actually striped on top like his back, the tip bulging out into a more humanlike head as the new skin reaches the tip. But even as his cock is undergoing that change, a bulge appears just above it at the base... a bulge that starts pushing outward and forming into a second, identical scaly shaft, his sack growing even heavier and more full as the twin cock forms. Much as you did, he thrusts and pumps his hips in the air, clearly enjoying the feel of the dual shafts shaking and wobbling in the air, his tail lashing about as it grows more slender and agile.\n\nHe's not even quite finished changing by the time he moves to you and bends you over one of the tables, roughly thrusting his cocks into your pussy and ass. You can feel his hands still changing as they squeeze your ass, his cocks still growing as they pump into you, even the pace and angle of his thrusts constantly slightly altering as the rest of his body shifts. The realization that he's still being altered to your own thoughts and desires, the fact that his lust for you couldn't be suppressed until it was done, both of them have you so aroused you're cumming before he's pumped into you more than three times, your eyes rolling and your lips leering, tongue lolled out, cock shooting long ropes of cum to the floor beneath you. Of course, Striped Trouble doesn't stop just because he made you cum once, his now humanoid hips pounding against your round, toned ass, your long serpentine tails twining together as his thrusts drive you against the table, bulging your tits out at the sides with every push.\n\nHis form has been stable for roughly a minute by the time he thrusts in, filling both your holes with a particularly copious load of cum, enough to make your belly bulge out noticeably where it's half pressed against the table. Once more your own prick sends out eager jets of jizz to splatter against the floor and the central support of the table, both of you letting out half-human yowls of pleasure and release, scaley bodies writhing together, tails squeezing one another in their embrace. After a few seconds, Striped Trouble steps back and disengages, half-limp cocks drooping against each other and still smeared with your cum. "Quite a form you've designed for me, love," he rumbles in a deep, smooth voice, apparently deciding to give human language a try now that he's got the proper vocal cords for both it and Raptarran. "It feels amazing. Any way I look at it, I can't see this as a downgrade from being fully Raptarran."\n\n"Hnnnnnh, don't worry, I'll think of it as a disgusting bit of biological heresy for the both of us," RAIPE announces from the speakers.\n\nYou and Striped Trouble exchange a roll of the eyes as you straighten up, then both snicker as you step in for a humanlike embrace, in perfect Raptarran fashion being utterly shameless about doing what you want, even if what you want is a lowly mammal expression of affection. Hm... Raptuman? ... Not exactly lyrical but you'll ask Striped Trouble's opinion on it later to see if he has any better ideas. \n\n"So, the very next thing has been taken care of, now what?" Striped Trouble asks as he runs one hand up and down your back, the other squeezing your ass.\n\n<hr>\n[[<i>Now</i> we go have fun!|Stripe]]\n\n[[Now your new species needs a homeworld.|Stripe1x1]]\n\n[[Now we put the uppity AI in its place.|BadCypher]]

The thought of slowly twisting the wholesome image in front of you into a cum-smeared slut is just too good to pass up. You look her up and down, considering a good start. You don't want to go overboard all at once, after all. Eyeing her outfit, you decide on a good starting point.\n\n"So, Tifa, I guess business will pick up in a few hours?" you open with, pulling out a chair and settling into it.\n\n"Yeah, probably in about an hour or so," she answers, glancing over her shoulder at you. "It's been a little slow lately, you know how it can be."\n\n"Sounds rough. Although y'know, I think I have an idea of what could help!" You grin brightly, then suggest, "Maybe you should ditch your skirt. That would definitely promote business."\n\n"What?!" Tifa blushes bright red as she turns towards you. "Are you serious?!"\n\n"It's just your skirt! It's not like I'm telling you to strip down and do a pole dance," you add in a reasonable tone.\n\n"Well. No. I guess you're right." She looks hesitant, then after a few more moments of apparent thought, pushes the straps of her suspenders off of her shoulders and lets them drop before undoing her belt as well. Wiggling the skirt down over her hips, she reveals a fairly plain pair of white panties... their main draw is the fact that they hug up against her full ass and outline it completely, which you get a good view of as she shimmies the skirt down her legs and works her booted feet out of it. Straightening up, she turns towards you, the skirt and everything else dangling from one hand. "Are you sure about this?"\n\n"Oh, definitely, it looks <i>great</i>," you assure her. That apparently assuages the last of her worries, since she heads over to the bar to tuck the discarded clothing away somewhere, leaning over the bar from the front to do so.\n\nThe bell over the door rings as it opens and Yuffie steps in, the ninja girl in just her shirts, short, and shoes, having discarded most of the more elaborate parts of her outfit. "Hey guys, thought I'd check in and WHOA!" She jerks to a halt, staring at Tifa's pantied ass from the barmaid being bent forward.\n\n<hr>\n[[Corrupt Yuffie too.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have Yuffie help with corrupting Tifa.|FF7X]]

You've come this far. Besides, you have to admit that after all the perverse, wicked things you've done with the incubus so far, the thought of doing something so utterly naughty on your own thrills you.\n\nGetting up, you take off the lingerie and hide it away in your closet again, changing back into your regular pajamas before heading to the bathroom to shower. While undressing, you pause at your own reflection in the mirror. There's more than a <i>hint</i> of femininity in your features now... at best you look androgynous, but more honestly you're starting to look downright girly. Your hair is even longer! It dusts around your shoulders as you move, looking over your shoulder. Your butt seems a bit rounder and girlier too. Your shoulders, legs... you look almost as trappy as the demon does now.\n\nYou shower up, wondering what your parents are going to say. They usually start nagging you to get a haircut if it comes down over your ears too much, let alone this, and overnight. You dress and head downstairs, surprised to actually see your father at the table, in his flannel sleeping pants and a t-shirt, reading the paper. He's a fairly normal-looking but attractive sort of guy... short brown hair, a slight but toned build, glasses, firm jaw and good chin. You definitely used to wish you resembled him more... well, you've gotten even further from that now, haven't you? Oddly, neither he or your mother say anything about your hair, or the changes to your appearance as you sit down to the table. "You, uh, you not going to work today, Dad?"\n\n"Nope, got it into my head to take the day off," he replies, setting the paper aside as your mom comes over with the pan, dishing out eggs for everyone before she sits down herself. "Thought I'd just take it easy."\n\n"Mm." You nod, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. Now that you've resolved to do it, it's hard not to think about it... taking his cock in your hands, stroking it, getting it hard, sliding your ass down over it and bouncing atop him. You bite your lower lip as your own cock stiffens.\n\n"Well, guess I'll go grab a shower," your father announces once he's helped your mom with the dishes.\n\n"Okay, hon. I'll be down here doing chores and messing about if you decide you wanna go out," your mother answers distractedly.\n\n"I'm, uh... I'm going up to my room," you announce a few moments after your father's disappeared up the stairs, barely receiving an 'mm' from your mother. Making sure she's turned away and won't see your jutting hardon in your thin pajama pants, you slip out of your chair and dart up the stairs as well. You slip down the hall and into your parents' room, hearing the shower running in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you drop your clothes and head into the bathroom, pausing only a moment to look at your father's outline through the fogged-up, dripping shower door. Then you open the door and step in with him.\n\n"What the... Jamie, what are you-" Your father cuts off in shock, his eyes going wide as you sink to your knees in front of him. But his surprise obviously keeps him from reacting before you lean forward and wrap a hand around the base of his cock, sliding the head into your mouth and starting to swirl your tongue around it. He gives a strangled moan as you start stroking him and bobbing your head, just staring as his cock stiffens. Of course, he's nowhere near as big as your demon lover, but he's still impressively long and thick, especially as he hardens to throbbing between your lips. You keep your eyes closed at first as you bob your head up and down, stroking against the base of it, and rather easily taking your father's prick into your throat, making him give another strangled moan. It's only when you pull back and move down to start licking and sucking at his heavy, hot, dripping balls that you open your eyes and roll them up to look at his face.\n\nAfter that there's not even a hint of resistance, just him moaning as you suck his cock and worship his balls, your hand that's not busy with his shaft rubbing up and down his thigh. He rests a hand on your wet hair as you slide your mouth over his prick again and slide down to the very base, moving your other hand to his thighs as well as you start working your throat around his prick. You can feel him shudder and cum inside you, and while it's certainly not the orgasm-causer that the demon cumming in you is, it still makes your cock throb.\n\nYou suck on him for a little longer before you pull back and stand up. The shower's not very roomy, so without a word your father shuts it off as you step out and head back into the bedroom. You clamber up onto your parents' bed on all fours, and watch as your father fallows you out, dripping, cock still jutting stiffly ahead of him. You watch him hesitate, the desire you've stoked warring with everything else inside of him. Then he steps forward and climbs onto the bed as well, settling on his knees behind you. One hand rests on your ass while the other guides his cock, and you moan loudly as you feel your father's cock sliding inside you. "Fuck me, Daddy, please," you moan as he pushes into you, and you hear him give a much deeper moan as he pushes into you even faster. Once his heavy, hairy balls are resting against your smaller, smooth ones, he grabs your waist and begins fucking away at you, making your own stiff cock bounce.\n\nThere's no point in denying it, you've been thoroughly corrupted by the incubus. You're being fucked on your parents' bed, by your father, while your mother is just downstairs, completely unaware. You moan and gasp out and beg for more as your father pounds your ass eagerly, the shower water soon drying from your body heat, and then gradually being replaced by sweat. It's not that long before he groans and thrusts forward, pumping a load into your ass, and you mewl happily and cum as well, your hole squeezing down around him in an assgasm as your cock spurts onto the sheets. A moment later your father pulls out of you and flips you onto your back, moving into what's quickly become your own favorite position as you lift your legs up and wrap them around him while he slides back into your ass. Unlike the incubus however, your father leans in and kisses you, tongue plundering your mouth while he fucks you like a girl, making you moan and scratch at his back just like one as well.\n\nYour father fucks you several more times, before finally flopping onto his back, cum-smeared cock finally going limp as he pants and gasps, desperately trying to catch his breath. Deciding not to press your luck despite what fun it was, you slide out of the bed and pull on your clothes, feeling your father's cum still dripping out of your well-fucked ass as you head back to the hall bathroom to shower again.\n\n<hr>\n[[That night...|QOInc1x9]]

"Alright, I'll hold the fort until you get back," you whisper in reply.\n\n"Everyone," Coach Morrison calls as she retrieves the emergency flashlight and stands up. "I'm going to go for help. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get back." She operates the lever to swing open the door and trots down the steps, then waves back at you for you to close the door after her. Then she sets off down the road, the beam of the flashlight bobbling around until both she and the light have disappeared.\n\n"The important thing is to not freak out," you say as you turn back around to face the busload of teenage girls, resting your hands on the backs of two seats. "I know it seems really scary, being on a broken-down bus in the middle of a spooky forest," you continue, waggling your hands and emphasizing the 'spooky' ridiculously, earning you a few giggles and some smiles. "But remember, this is the real world! Nothing bad's gonna happen to us other than maybe being really bored for a few hours. Just don't use up all the charge on your phone so you can check for signal every so often."\n\nEveryone seems fairly relaxed after that, and falls to chatting and laughing, the tension gradually easing. Wishing you felt as confident as you made yourself seem, you sit down and watch outside in the direction Coach Morrison went.\n\nIt's only a half hour before you see the bobbling of the flashlight again, and you blink in surprise. Hoping it really was just a short distance to help, you wait until she approaches the door to swing it open. The adult woman slowly mounts the steps, and you notice that she seems a little... odd. Her movements are a bit stiff, and her skin seems damp, maybe even clammy. Her eyes are glassy as she looks straight ahead of herself, mounting the steps and then turning towards the aisle.\n\n"Er, coach?" You blink again, starting to get worried. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself out there?"\n\n"I'm fine," she answers, her tone flat. She slowly turns her head to look at you. "Amanda, you need to come with me. I have found help, but they need a bit of assistance before they can aid us."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um. Okay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[No way, something's wrong.|CheerForest]]

"Fleshbenders" are the combination healer and buffer/debuffer class of trolls, supposedly altering the bodies of friends and foes to create their effects (which translates to the same green and red numbers that pop up for every other class, just with a mildly gross crunchy/squishy noise). Still, they can be pretty powerful when built properly, so you select it for your troll. The model shifts, thick fingers growing claws, body gaining spots of chitinous black armor scattered across its blue skin, and a rather demonic-looking tail sprouts from behind him. The loincloth turns white and grows until it's almost brushing the ground, and the white warpaint spreads across his body to form a pattern you might expect to see on some sort of poisonous frog... and sinks in slightly, making it clear it's now skin patterning and not just paint. Yow, they really went all out on this one.\n\nYou'd figure on the next thing being able to alter some of that to suit your own preferences, and instead get a traits selection thing. Ah, the new dynamic. Some of these really do seem a little on the naughty side... you're not sure if it really rates an "adults only" exception instead of some kind of warning, but eh.\n\n<center>Select your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Pleasured Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's alterations bring their target ecstasy, to the point few can bring themselves to resist them, especially if they have been changed before. Beware, some can become addicted... including your own Fleshbender! (So your abilities work better but probably give a status effect after they wear off or something.)\n\n[[Empowered Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender's alterations know fewer limits than those of other Fleshbenders... in time, possibly no limits at all. Be warned, these changes may go beyond even your Fleshbender's ability to control. (So probably your abilities have a higher cap than normal, but use up MP a lot faster.)\n\n[[Bestial Change|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Fleshbender primarily draws upon animals and other inhumanoid creatures as inspiration for their alterations. Be warned, such changes can leave lasting marks, or even become permanent! (Most likely some different skills and powers, but risks of status effects when using them.)

You take a deep breath, then let it out in an annoyed rush. "Alright. Alright, I'll do it. But if he just winds up giving you nothing but schematics for a better replicator-"\n\n"Don't worry, before this is carried out, we will make sure that his part of the bargain will be kept, as well as making sure of your safety."\n\nAfter a bit of initial organizing, a pair of security officers who are very careful to not actually look at you lead you to a somewhat more spartan part of the facility. You're shown into a room that's almost completely blank. A shelf low on one wall holds a bedding pad, and the walls are smooth, probably reinforced tritanium, with nothing but the door you came in through and another on the wall opposite the bed. You're not sure if the prison cell-like atmosphere is better or worse than a more comfortable room would be... you don't exactly want this to feel like they're trying to set you up on a honeymoon, after all.\n\n"Commander, I need your communicator, rank insignia, and anything else metallic or technological you have on your person," one of the guards says, clearing his throat a little.\n\nNodding a little numbly, you take off the requested items and pass them over, then wait. Eventually the second door slides open, and the captured Raptarran (you wouldn't even begin to know where to shorten that name of his to something not-awful... maybe 'Orange-Stripe'?) comes slowly ambling through. Most of his restraints seem to be gone, replaced by a metal collar around his neck, various panels and lights on it blinking and flickering constantly. More security officers armed with rifles follow it through, Admiral Bigguns staying in the next room but visible through the doorway. "Remember, if you attempt to harm the Commander, or if you attempt escape, or any other such hostile activity, we will immediately take action. The collar around your neck is capable of a number of things, from shocking even you to the ground instantly, to simply exploding and taking your head off."\n\n"Indeed," Orange-Stripe hisses, his scaly lips lifting in a sneer. "You are full of moral indignation at us, but you are capable of some quite amazing viciousness and cruelty yourself when pressed to it. I do believe you'll give us quite the amusement once we've pushed you into a corner."\n\nThe statements certainly seem to have scored a hit on the Admiral, and she's clearly doing her best not to look troubled as she hits the control to close the door. Orange-Stripe turns his head back towards you, and makes a show of sliding his tongue out and slipping it along his lips, the look in his eyes feeling rather like he's violating you already. "Strip for me, mammal," he demands imperiously, as if you were the prisoner wearing an explosive collar rather than him. "Show me that sleek fine-haired frame of yours."\n\nYou flush, and can't help but glance at the guards... none of whom seem to be going anywhere. Great, you not only have to get fucked by a monster, you have to do it in front of an audience. Fighting the urge to back down and bolt, you instead peel off your uniform top and toss it onto the bed, baring your small breasts hugged by the sports-style bra you picked out. Toeing out of your boots, you then push down the pants, revealing the similarly utilitarian panties. You pause as Orange-Stripe gives an anticipatory, mocking set of clicks that the translator doesn't bother with, then scowl and pull off the bra, boobs jiggling just the tiniest amount as they're freed. Shoving the panties down as well to reveal your untrimmed-since-your-arrival bush, you spread your arms. "There, happy?"\n\n"I do like my mammals with a bit of fur on them, I must say," the Raptarran sneers. "But of course you're not getting away with just that. Turn around. Bend over. And anticipate my cock in your asshole, subcreature."\n\nYou bristle at 'subcreature', but what can you do at this point? Other than obey the prisoner who certainly doesn't act like a prisoner, slowly bending forward and putting your hands on the bed, your pussy framed by your slender thighs and pert ass in the air. You imagine you can feel not just the Raptarran's rapacious gaze on you, but those of the guards as well. You almost jump when those scaly, claw-tipped hands slide over your ass and along your back and sides, and desperately fight the urge to tremble as you feel something hot and almost slimy rubbing along the cleft of your ass, smearing your pucker with something that leaves you tingling in a disturbingly not-unpleasant way.\n\nYou resist your body's impulse to tremble as that big, predatory head leans down beside yours, those sharp teeth gleaming out of the corner of your eye as Orange-Stripe murmurs, "How does it feel, mammal? To be whored out by your own people to the degenerate invader on your doorstep?"\n\n"I'm... I'm only doing my duty," you answer a little feebly, your body steadily feeling overcome by a mixture of pure prey-terror and something else that has your pussy steadily growing wet and puffy.\n\n"Yeeeesssssss, and your duty is to take my cock in your ass," the Raptarran replies, flicking his tongue out to drag it along your neck and cheek, making you shudder. "Soon it will be your only duty in life to take me into any of your holes that I wish. Look forward to it, mammal."\n\nBefore you can think of any sort of response, the pointed tip of his prick is settling against your pucker and starting to push in. You strangle a loud gasp and the moan that wants to come after it, but are unable to stop your trembling as that long, red thing starts spreading your virgin hole open and sliding slowly but steadily inside. You would have expected it to hurt, especially with how often Orange-Stripe emphasized that he loved 'rape'... but now, now some part of your brain is already starting to acknowledge that what he said about fucking the Doctor into a loyal little slut might have been true. 'D-damn, their cocks must have some sort of aphrodisiac effect!' you think, trying to steel your mind against it.\n\nAnd yet as he slides fully into you, and then begins a slow, steady pumping, you're unable to resist beginning to moan and gasp aloud. Your nipples are as hard as diamonds, almost painfully stiff on your chest, and unwillingly you wish he'd slide those scaly hands off of your back and play with your tits, maybe pinch them in his claws. Your pussy is utterly sodden, little audible splashes surely making it across the room to the guards as Orange-Stripe's leathery balls slap against your still-unfucked cunt. You grit your teeth and tighten your throat to try and muffle some of your own noises as that inhuman prick pumps away in your ass, but really all it does is make you sound more desperate and needy for more.\n\nAnd in the midst of it all, you suddenly hear something like... whispering? You're not sure, but... the sound of it is alluring, sexy, almost comforting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ignore it.|TrekF13x1]]\n\n[[Listen to the voice.|TrekF12x2]]

Too thoroughly knocked off-kilter by the unexpectedly pleasurable assfucking you're receiving, you let yourself be drawn into trying to hear the voice better. Almost immediately it fills your entire head, seeming like it must be booming through the whole room, and yet the guards don't so much as blink at it. "Yes, that's right, listen to me, slave." The voice is deep, masculine, liquid... it feels like it's flooding your brain, marinating you in something deeply sexual and powerful and pleasurable, making your eyes roll slightly from the very sound of it. <b>Listen to your master. Give in and understand you exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'N-no!' you try to think back, your own internal voice seeming pathetically feeble in the face of that all-encompassing one from the alien pounding into your asshole. 'That's not true! None of that's true! Get out of my head!' You try to call a warning, to let the others know that the Raptarran has previously unknown psychic abilities, but all that comes out when you part your lips is a whorish moan.\n\n<b>You have no power, mammal. You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> the monster now raping both your ass and your mind insists, leering down at you as it continues pumping away at your aphrodisiac-smeared hole.\n\nYou struggle against the concept as he begins to repeat it, but soon you find that he's putting his next dastardly trick into play. At first you merely think he's slowing down his strokes, more gradually working his hips to pump that gleaming red dino-dick into you. But gradually you begin to realize that it's not his strokes themselves that are slowing, but your perception of them. Everything seems to be coming more gradually, your own panted breaths, the smell and feel of the alien's hot huffs across your shoulder and face, the way your body is reacting to it all needfully and eagerly, and of course that cock inside you. The slower things seem to be moving, the more the sensations are magnified, until your whole world is consumed by the drawn-out sensations of getting fucked, of that throbbing prick radiating heat and pleasure through your hole and into the rest of your body, every new little flicker of pleasurable input across your nerves magnified and drawn out.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me,</b> Orange-Striped One Who's Particularly Fond of Raping Pale-Haired Mammal Females In The Anus's voice resonates through you for what must be the millionth time, that liquid masculinity flooding through not just your mind but seemingly your soul as well. \n\n'No... no...' you protest faintly, feeling like your own mental voice is nothing but the whisper of a feather across snow in the face of his.\n\nThe time dilation effect slows further and further... every single stroke of his cock seems to take an hour. Then a week. And then on and on. You spend years feeling the fullness of his heat and throbbing and twitching sliding deep inside you, filling you up, and years feeling him pull back, slowly leaving your ass without him inside, bit by bit pulling away from you, being taken away. A decade is spent with his cock just barely inside you, teasing your stimulated pucker, until you're yearning, yearning so hard, your whole sense of self practically sobbing in eagerness for him, until finally, finally, he begins the years-long push back inside you, filling you up, filling you with purpose again.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave. You are my master. I exist only to pleasure you,' you reply, long past the point of resistance, long past the point of even thinking about what you're saying, just knowing you need to say it, need to reply with the truth, hoping that he'll make you spend longer with his cock inside you than out of you.\n\n<b>You are my slave. I am your master. You exist only to pleasure me.</b>\n\n'I am your slave! You are my Master! I exist only to pleasure you!' you pray, just as you have every minute of every day for the last three centuries.\n\nUntil finally the last thrust is upon you all at once, and your ass is being flooded with your god's cum, even as your mind is being flooded by the knowledge to be a proper collaborator, by the skills to be a proper agent, and by the validation that you are the only good kind of non-Raptarran... one that knows their place is worshiping the entirety of their Raptarran gods (especially their cocks). You remain in place, trembling, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out, as your Master slowly pulls his cock out of your ass, leaving it gaping and absolutely overflowing with his cum, which dribbles out and down over your soaked pussy, which is already yearning for his eggs.\n\n"Well then, I have had my fun," your Master declares in the false voice of the translator, turning and padding towards the door as it opens. "I'm ready to give you the information you wish now," he adds to Admiral Bigguns, before sneering, "Although if you too would like a proper fucking by a superior being, you need only bend over and beg me for it." The door closes before you can hear whatever foolishly dismissive comment the Admiral makes in response.\n\nYou want to cry for him not to go, and already your body and soul ache to be parted from him, but instead you straighten up, accepting the towel one of the guards steps forward to offer you. You glance at the bulge in his pants, briefly licking your lips as you perform the sad necessity of wiping away Master's seed. You consider drawing both guards into the shower with you, to take their inferior humanoid members in your holes just for the joy of being treated like the cock-holster you are, but currently you have other duties... helping Master infiltrate and take down this quadrant of space. And so you can't arouse suspicions, and instead shower alone, merely dreaming of Master and your other gods one day taking your body over and over again, perhaps granting you the ultimate gift of immortality so you can be a lowly, worthless cumdumpster forever.\n\nYou emerge from the shower and don a fresh uniform, and step out of the room to find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving some of our engineers certain specifications now. They certainly do seem like they'll drastically advance our combat capabilities," she admits, bobbing her head. "You've done good work today, Commander, even if it's not the sort you'd like to brag about. Starbeat is in your debt."\n\n"It was nothing more than my duty, Admiral," you reply easily, even giving her a smile. It's the truth, after all... it was your duty to take your Master's cock and serve him.\n\n"In any event," Bigguns continues after a brief pause. "We can, of course, let you continue to work on this project... after what you've done, I think we can effectively let you write your own ticket. Or, if you'd like some time off, simply say the word... you can have as long a leave of absence as you need."\n\nYou consider. There is obviously much you could do [[in Starbeat Command|TrekF]] to help your new Raptarran gods. But that isn't to say there aren't plenty of opportunities out there [[on Earth|TrekF]] as well, and at least one loose thread your Master has left you that you could pick up.\n\nYou also consider [[Admiral Bigguns|TrekF]] herself. You are not only a lowly cumdump, but as far as these people are concerned, a lowly Commander. But the admiral... she has incredible power within Starbeat. If you could capture her... or even convert her...

You tap the little controls to key in '10', then press your thumb to the little square that seems sized for it. "There y'go. Give me the quick heads-up."\n\n"Okay, there's two bars you might want to go to," Ruro explains once he's checked the device. "One's called Positron's, it's where most of the business deals between dwellers and offstations happens, lots of bounty hunters there, so you could probably find someone to get something from. That's on level three, downspin side. But if you really wanna know exactly where whoever it is you're looking for is, go to the Nexus on level two and order a 'Three Q', a dancer named Korrana will show up and offer you a dance. Buy two dances, then the 'talking experience'... it'll be expensive but she knows everything that goes on here."\n\nHe turns and points a bit further in. "Other than that, there's Commerce Central. There's no point asking any of the merchants, they never see anything, y'know? You'd wanna ask the menials... the Amis or Abes or collared people. They're more likely to know something, if you can convince 'em to tell you."\n\nShifting back to face you, he shrugs. "Other than that, there's the Dark Hub. I mean, that's where most of the really scummy sorts are, or where you go if you need something really scummy and illegal almost everywhere. You take the lifts marked with a big splotch of black paint on the doors to get there." He draws back and gives you a little wave, adding, "Good luck" before turning and hurrying away, you're assuming (hoping maybe) to buy something to eat.\n\nAlright, so he gave you a few good leads. Which one to pursue first?\n\n<hr>\n[[Positron's.|Cypher11x3]]\n\n[[The Nexus.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Commerce Central.|Cypher13x1]]\n\n[[The Dark Hub.|Cypher]]

This is your habitation area... player housing, home suite home, the place where you keep your bitches, whatever you want to call it. The canon explanation is that it's a miniature station suspended in the upper atmosphere of an artificially stabilized gas giant, meaning that the outide features lots of nice, puffy clouds rolling by beneath a bright blue sky during the day, and nice bright starry nights, sometimes with thunderstorms as seen from above rather than below to provide a contrast.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/0LOxtvo.jpg>\n\nThe design is both futuristic and somewhat minimalist... the real attraction here is, after all, your harem, you didn't need a ton of artwork and video screens and whatnot distracting you from that. The floors, ceiling, and walls are mostly a clean, smooth white, with subtle lighting from both above on the ceiling and around the edges of the walls. A bar area is situated along one side, past the spiral staircase that leads to the [[upper level|Capture-HabUL]] and [[lower level|Capture-HabLL]]. There are several gathering areas, the main one being a lowered area edged on two sides by long blue-padded L-shaped bench-style sofas. Another off to the side of it has a simple square pad of the same style in the center, usable as either all-sides seating or an impromptu bed-type area. All along one wall are windows and a viewing area, providing the view of the gas giant's upper atmosphere.\n\nThough the hab is staffed by gynoid servants, none are in evidence right now. They're very basic androids, essentially just a general human shape in white plastic with flickering lights on the featureless front of their head to indicate when they speak. They have molded white plastic breasts and, hey, what the hell, you made sure each is equipped with the equivalent of an onahole between her legs. Sure, you'll eventually have more pleasure slaves than you know what to do with, but why skimp completely on the sex toys?<<if $britcaptured is true and $slavegina is true and $furrayunlocked is false>><br><br>In fact, one of those gynoids is waiting for you when you enter. Lights flicker across the smooth expanse of its faceplate as it announces in a pleasant, but utterly neutral, female voice, "Excuse me, Master, but the collared Gina Diggers wishes to speak to you. If you wish to indulge her, speak to me and I will [[bring her to a meeting room|Capture-GetFurRay]]."<<endif>>\n\nOn one wall is a door that leads to the [[Mission Room|Capture-MissionRoom]]. <<if $furrayunlocked is true>>Next to it is a door that leads to the [[Menagerie|Capture-Menagerie]].<<endif>>

<b>November 15-16, 2018</b>\n* Female Eric-Ranma can now decide she [[can't take the chance|FRanX15x4]] that the demon statue is bluffing about the new curse.\n<b>November 19, 2018</b>\n* Some more work on [[Capture|GGCaptureStart]]. Specifically, the doll room.\n<b>November 20, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go [[check the roof|HollyXmas5x1]] when there arises such a clatter.\n<b>November 21, 2018</b>\n* More of the post-roof Holly Christmas stuff.\n<b>November 23, 2018</b>\n* Capture stuff, such as actually hitting Tifa with the Reconditioning Rifle.\n<b>November 24, 2018</b>\n* Finished up the previous day's writing, also added the Slut Gallery in the hab area.\n<b>November 26, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now go see the [[very naughty Madelyn|HollyXmas5x7]] instead of just jerking off. (Santa Holly's description has also been tweaked a bit in earlier passages.)\n* On another path, Santa Holly can also be good and [[resist her urges|HollyXmas8x1]].\n<b>November 28, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now [[pray for help|QOInc1x3]] on the second night after being molested by the incubus.\n<b>November 29, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie trying to manage the situation with Shotiel and Mal.\n<b>November 30, 2018</b>\n* Moar Jamie.

"..." You swirl your wine in your glass, just turning the thought over in your head. It has been fourteen years since you said anything about your experience to another human being, but part of you still remembers the... well, a bit of the <i>rush</i> of telling your mother, spilling everything out, sharing the excitement and sheer, forbidden pleasure of the experience with someone else. You can feel your nipples going stiff beneath the silk of your robe, so you take a deep breath and say, "Alright, soooo... yeah, my first time was not with another girl. But it's probably not like you're thinking," you say slowly.\n\nTara blinks. "Um... wait, Cyan, are you saying it was... nonconsensual? I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be-"\n\n"Consent was dubious at best, but that's not what I meant," you answer dryly, shaking your head. "Look, just let me tell it." Watching her settle in with concern still obvious on her face, you hesitate just a little before you continue. "Alright, so. I was sixteen, it was summer vacation, and I was bored out of my skull. I decided I was going to get out of the house and do something, and I wound up taking a walk out to the local dog park. I decided to wander around in the woods nearby, and got down on all fours to take a drink from a stream, aaaand... this <i>dog</i> came up behind me," you continue slowly, watching Tara's eyes widen. "And he apparently knew exactly what he wanted, because he yanked down my jeans and panties with his mouth, then mounted me, right then and there. Just took me like I was a bitch in heat." You lean back some, taking a drink from your glass before you continue. "And honestly, while he was doing it, that's sort of what I became. I just... lost myself, it was like that dog dick was hitting buttons inside me that I never knew existed. So... when he was done, instead of yanking my pants up and running off, I... got undressed and presented for him again."\n\n"You did it <i>again</i>?" Tara whispers in a shocked tone.\n\n"Yeah." You nod, smiling rather sheepishly at her. "And not just him, more and more dogs kept coming. It was like a big... human bitch gangbang. I mean I just completely let go, I did any pervy thing that came to mind with that dog pack that I could think of. It was like I became an animal too... I wasn't thinking about what I was doing, I existed only in that moment, getting fucked and taking pleasure however I wanted. I was their bitch, and I loved every second of it." You take a deep breath, polish off your wine, then shrug as you set the glass aside. "So yeah, I kind of Obi-Wanned it when I said that I'd never been with a guy. I haven't... a human guy, anyway. It was one crazy, wild thing that I never repeated, but I admit every so often it still... comes to mind."\n\nYou fall silent, just looking at Tara, who's staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face. Then suddenly she's lunging across the couch at you, yanking your robe open and filling her hands with your tits as she kisses you harder and more ardently than she has in years. You mmmph in surprise, even as you near-reflexively reach around to grab her ass and haul her against you. But then she's pulling away, sliding off the couch and then yanking you off of it and onto your knees as well. She shoves you forward, bending you forward over the couch and holding you in place as you gasp and shake gently in excitement, listening to her grope for something and the click of fasteners. And then she's shoving her strapon's shaft deep into you, more roughly than she ever has before, making you cry out in pleasure as she leans forward over you, starting to pound into you, her sweater-clad hips slapping against your ass.\n\nYou can feel as much as hear her hard, fantic breathing in your ear, feel her body against you. Tara's never been this... excited, this <i>frantic</i> to take you before, whenever she's topped with a toy she's always preferred to take it slow, making a bit of an elaborate show out of getting you worked up, of fastening the strapon on, of easing into you. But now she's just taking you, <i>fucking</i> you, like some wild beast has awakened in her at the sound of your tale. And then amidst her soft moans, she nips at your ear and lets out a low, hoarse, "Woof."\n\nYou feel a surge of excitement and pleasure race through you, your pussy squeezing hard around the plunging rubber cock pumping into your cunt. Apparently noticing your reaction, Tara continues to growl and yip and make other dog noises in your ear, gradually growing more and more realistic with them as she apparently loses herself in the role of being a beast in rut, as you cum over and over again. You can feel Tara shuddering above you several times as she gets off as well (the toy is designed to be fun for her too, after all), until finally she slumps atop you, panting softly, though the sound is gradually becoming less 'mock dog' and more her normal breathing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Calm down and talk about this.|GGDog16x4]]\n\n[[Beg for more.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Switch places.|GGDog]]

"I think..." You swallow hard, making a disgusted face. "I think it's gotta be Kuno."\n\n"Whaaaaat?!" Akane yelps, flinging her arms to the sides and making some sort of warding sign with her fingers that literally no one else outside of your select circle of acquaintances does.\n\n"Look, it just makes sense," you grumble. "He already thinks my female form is a different person, so it won't come back on me. If he does say he had sex with 'the pigtailed goddess', everyone will assume he's just being delusional again. Plus he's completely inta me, so it'd be easy, right?"\n\n"But... him," Akane murmurs. "If you had to pick a guy..."\n\n"I don't wanna pick <i>any</i> guy!" you cry, flailing your arms. "But if I gotta pick one I gotta pick the one that I can salvage my rep the most with!" Settling back down, you mutter, "So look, I'll just go, get it done, and then spend the rest of my life trying to forget it ever happened."\n\n"Well I can't stand to see that, so you're on your own," Akane declares, holding up her hands. "Just be careful."\n\nYou ditch the field trip, obviously, and head toward the Kuno residence. You figure there's a fair chance he's skipping out on classes anyway, gotta spend more time writing bad poetry and practicing being annoying, you figure. You've snuck in here plenty of times by now so it's not particularly difficult to avoid the alligator pool and Kodachi's various other booby traps and pitfalls, and make your way through the halls to the kendo dojo. You can hear the snap of a wooden sword through the air before you even slide open the door, and sure enough, there's the tall, tousle-haired young man, sweat gleaming lightly on his skin. (Part of your brain notes that it's really a shame he's a complete and utter dink, because he's not exactly bad-looking. The rest of your brain promptly beats the crap out of that part of your brain, like always.) He turns at the sound of the door, and immediately flings his arms wide and leaps towards you. "My darling pigtailed girl! You have come to me here, in my most sacred inner sanctum, so that you might finally profess your love!"\n\nMore out of habit than anything else, you snap a foot up and plant it against his face, holding him at bay for the moment. He freezes up briefly, as per usual, giving you time to figure out how you want to play this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be blunt.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Yeah, do that "profess" thing.|FRanX]]\n\n[[Play to his delusions.|FRanX]]

Ryoko? You don't remember that being a character in Ranma 1/2. Curious, you float a little closer to that option, looking at the mess of teal hair atop a smirking face. Either you inadvertantly brush against it, or just your focus on it counts as selecting, because you yelp as you find yourself sucked through the icon, dropping a few inches through the air to land with a light stumble. You blink a few times, looking back and forth and seeing a swish of said teal hair, before looking down at yourself.\n\n"Ack! What the hell am I wearing?!"\n\nYour shock quickly fades however, your expression settling back into a thoughtful, vaguely smug one. You're wearing one of your various awesome, sexy outfits, of course. Maybe you should have dressed down a little, but when you heard about some of the weird items and magical artifacts supposedly floating around this 'Nerima' place, you had to come check it out. After all, one of those could be the secret to finally nabbing Tenchi all for yourself. (Or maybe getting rid of some of the competition in a way that won't upset Tenchi. ... Or that he won't notice. ... Or maybe it will just really piss Ayeka off. These are all good goals.)\n\nIt seemed like all the rumors had centered around this town centered on teenagers, so you've shown up to the local high school, "Furinkan", as a place to start your search. It's a lot like Tenchi's high school, really... boring and stale. Ugh, how can anyone stand this without just ripping off their clothes and throwing an energy blast through a wall? ... Which sounds fun but again, you're on a mission. Alright, where to start?\n\n<hr>\n[[Start by finding this "Ranma" character.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start by finding the local information broker.|RyokoX]]\n\n[[Start with lunch.|RyokoX]]

"Well, turning her back will use up a great deal of my powers," you say, looking ceilingward thoughtfully and hoping that you're not forbidden from spouting utter bullshit. "Afterwards I would be of little use to you or anyone else. My genie overlords might not let me do it unless you also planned to wish me free of my servitude."\n\nYour master blinks, then nods eagerly. "Yes! Yes, of course! Such a thing is the least I could do! I so swear it!"\n\n"Done!" You quickly snap your fingers, making sure there's plenty of flashing lights and booming noises as Asmaneh changes back to normal. The shaking, naked woman stumbles to be caught by your master, who begins gushing apologies and self-deprecation.\n\nOnce both of them have uttered a lot of gooey comforts and hugged on each other, you clear your throat meaningfully. Your master turns back to you, then ahs. "Yes, yes of course! I am a man of my word, as well as undyingly grateful! Genie, I wish you free of your servitude to the lamp!"\n\nYou gasp as the bracers around your forearms glow and vanish, your skin fading from the bright, smooth blue to its usual tan color with all the little pores and tiny marks you're used to. You whip your braid around and find that though it's still longer than it used to be and braided, it's back to its usual brown color and the ring is gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, you stretch out, beaming happily.\n\nThe smile drops and your eyes open as you realize something. You quickly whip around towards the lamp, but it's disappeared. You turn towards the two lovebirds, your eyes wide, finding that they're staring at you as well. "How... how will I get home?"\n\nThe man who was formerly your master says something... but this time you have no clue what he said, and from the confused look on his own face, he didn't understand either. Your face pales as you realize that on top of everything else, you've lost your ability to speak and understand whatever language they use here.\n\nYour attempt at a clever ploy to free yourself has worked... you've just freed yourself centuries in the past in a strange country.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|SamGenie2xEnd]]

Hiding and assessing the situation seems the best bet... plus it feels natural to you. Sort of like walking downhill. You slip over and into the shadows to one side of the wardrobe, where part of it will block at least part of you from the doorway even if he's looking right at you. You concentrate on barely breathing and erasing your presence, holding yourself as still as a statue.\n\nA few moments later a man walks in who's definitely not any of your party members, considering he's a Drow. Long, backswept pointed ears, skin almost as black as ink with just a faint hue of blue, long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, stylish black and red wizard's robes worn over pants. He's not moving like he's been alerted or is wary... in fact he's got a bit of a slumped, tired posture, like he's been on the road a lot longer than you have. Looks like his return coinciding with your home invasion might be a complete coincidence.\n\nHe actually smiles a little at the sight of the pool of water, then starts to shrug out of his robes. You watch him undress, and have to admit it's not exactly an awful sight. He's sort of on the skinny side... well, slender, maybe even moreso than you are... but very nicely-formed for that. And you actually have to force yourself to stay still and not gawk as he shoves his pants down and steps out of them, a long, thick tube of black swaying between his legs as he moves. Holy crap, he's <i>hung</i>. You wonder if all elf men are hung like that. Or if it's all Drow men. Or maybe he's just some mutant who got banished for completely destroying the pussy of some Drow matriarch.\n\nYou bite your lower lip and admit to some lust as he moves to the edge of the pool and dives in with flawless form, his slim body moving with utter grace as he starts stroking through the water, his body dark delight amidst the practically glowing blue-green water. 'Easy, girl, probably a bad guy,' you remind yourself. Still, your body feels like it's jumped up on teenage hormones again as you watch him swim. At least he seems fairly absorbed in it, leaving you with options.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sneak past him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Get the drop on him.|GGRogue1x13]]\n\n[[Join him for a swim.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Kasumi was the oldest sister that was basically a homemaker, right? She's not in school, she doesn't have a job, it's really just a bit of cooking and maybe a little laundry, so she'd have a ton of free time. Great choice! Feeling ready to lay back and enjoy the easy life, you tap Kasumi's name in the list, then yelp as you're hauled forward, your body coming apart and being sucked into the menu.\n\nYou blink awake laying in a rather nice bed, and slowly sit up, looking around. It's still dark out... well, of course it is, your brain supplies, you always get up this early. You're suddenly inundated with all that you have to do today... the bento-making, the cleaning, the breakfast making, the cleaning, the laundry, the cleaning, the shopping, the cleaning. You immediately start to rebel; you wanted to play this character because you thought she had it easy, but it seems like she's trying to work herself into an early grave!\n\nThen a sort of pleasant fogginess settles all around your thoughts. But you <i>enjoy</i> being a homemaker. You <i>like</i> cooking and cleaning for your family. The distress you were feeling gradually melts away, as if it were something completely and utterly foreign to you. Instead a sense of anticipation fills you at a day ahead full of bento-making, and cleaning, and breakfast making, and cleaning, and laundry, and cleaning, and shopping, and cleaning! Oh my, what a wonderful life!\n\nA cheerful but low-key song in your heart, you slip out of bed, taking only a moment to indulge in a quick stretch. Then you slip out of the plain, simple purple sleeping garb you're wearing and fold it up, donning plain white cotton panties and bra before slipping on one of your many simple dresses, this one blue. You take one of your large array of aprons out of the closet (a nice pink one to set off the dress), and then stop in front of the mirror to check your hair ribbon and make sure your face is nice and clean.\n\nAh, you look nice! Well, now to work. You pad out of your bedroom, nonchalantly utilizing more stealth than most ninjas (especially the brightly-dressed ones) as you make sure not to wake anyone else on your way to the kitchen. Since Happosai-san and your father's rooms are so nearby, you avoid humming as you begin work on Akane, Nabiki, and Ranma's lunches for the day, though there's definitely a song in your heart as you begin your daily housework. Oh my, what fun!\n\nEventually the sky brightens, and you finish slipping the lid onto the last bento and tying a bundle around it. Now to go wake the rest of the household! You head to the room near the kitchen, and aren't particularly surprised to find it vacant... Happosai-san is often out seeking martial arts secrets or doing his nightly activities, so you only expect to find him here half the time. You do take a moment to carry the basket of neatly laundered, pressed, and folded panties from one corner and transfer it to the entryway, for anyone who may come asking about them... that, too, has become part of your routine. Then you make your way into the smaller guest room next to that one, where your father has been displaced to ever since Happosai-san moved in.\n\nYour father is laying stiff as a board on his back on the futon, face composed and grim... you suppress a giggle as you remember that it used to make you worried that he'd died in the night, when you came to wake him up when you were younger. ... Well, it's funny in retrospect, anyway. Now, to wake him up as usual with-\n\n<hr>\n[[-a gentle shake.|KasumiX1x1]]\n\n[[-a blowjob.|KasumiX2x1]]

You are a fifteen-year-old boy named Jamie. You're average in most ways... a little below average height, average brown hair that's just a bit shaggy, maybe a slightly scrawnier than average build but not by much. You're not in any special clubs or activities in school, most of your teachers know you as that smart kid that reads instead of doing his classwork, and most of your schoolmates know you as "that unpopular kid who's not weird enough to hate on". So you're not overly picked-on, but you don't have many friends either.\n\nYou're on break from school, and the weather . Despite not being the most social creature in the world, you find thoughts of your vacation dominated by who you're going to spend it with. Who are you going to spend your first day of spring break with?\n\n[[Your friend Maya|QOMayaStart]] - Maya is one of your few longtime friends, you've known her since you were both small children. You used to have an enormous crush on her older sister Baal.\n\n[[Your friend Kevin|QOKevStart]] - You're not entirely sure how you became friends with Kevin some years back, it just sort of happened. He's a great friend to have, though, among other things because his family's mildly loaded.\n\n[[Spend time with family|QOFamStart]] - It's not like you're some mostly-grown college kid, spending most of the summer hanging out with your own family isn't lame! ... Right? .......... Right?\n\n[[Look for a job.|QOJobStart]] - Admittedly, a lot of people aren't exactly thrilled at the idea of hiring and training someone just for two weeks, but summer's just around the corner so do a good job now and you might parlay it into a full summer job.\n\n[[Just waste it.|QOSchoolStart]] - You're a teenage boy. One who doesn't like to take a lot of risks or rock the boat. Wasting your entire vacation wiling it away with games and movies and nonsense until it's school time before you've even really realized it.

You've barely even realized what's happening when your tentacles shoot out, grabbing Maya around the arms and middle, jerking her around and forcing her to bend over, her quartet of huge, bare breasts wobbling beneath her from the suddenness of the movement. You step in and grab her cutoffs, ripping them to pieces with a single effortless yank, revealing her obscenely large and plump pussy and her still small, pretty, perfect white pucker, her round ass giving a light jiggle of its own as it's so abruptly freed.\n\nWithout a second's hesitation you push your upper cock into that gooey, bulging sex, feeling it spread around your bestial cock easily and yet conforming snugly to every bit of it, as if there were not a single micrometer of extra room. Your lower cock slides along her belly, tracking the obscene and very clear shape of your upper one sliding along her flat stomach, up until the flared head slides between her lower set of tits, pushing them apart and nestling between them. Still pulling her arms back with your tentacles, you grab her hips with your clawed fingers, gripping them firmly as you begin pounding her roughly, your hips slamming into that round, bouncy ass with enough force to make it sound like a wooden board swung with a baseball pro's strength. The impacts make her quad-tits bounce and wobble heavily, adding to the lower pair working around the end of your lower cock as it fucks between them.\n\nIt actually takes you a moment to realize what you've done... what you're doing, since you're not even slowing down, let alone stopping. It takes another moment to realize that Maya never so much as struggled or protested... in fact, as your enormous, obscene, bestial prick violates her transformed pussy all the way up into her rib cage, all she seems to be doing is urging you on and begging for more.\n\n"Oh fuck yes, rape me harder, Jamie, fuck, fuck, rape me!" she gushes, apparently having quickly gotten over her difficulties talking with her long serpentine tongue, even though it's currently not only lolled out but wrapped around one of her upper breasts, squeezing and licking around the whole thing. Her tentacles at first writhe and wiggle through the air ecstatically, before they move to wrap around your torso, squeezing and stroking over your chest and waist... it's a strange sensation between disgusting, lewd, and a lover's embrace. Especially as the one wrapped around your waist coils further around and then pushes into your ass, Maya starting to rape your tight pucker with pumping, wriggling, writhing enthusiasm even as you similarly rape her slimy, accommodating, eager cunt. Your breathing quickens as you start thrusting faster, squeezing Maya's hips and yanking her back against you, even though she's already working her body against your thrusts as much as she can, apparently just as eager to rape herself on your cock as you are to rape her with it. \n\nYou groan as more of her tentacles wrap themselves around your external cock, coiling around its length and stroking it, squeezing it, working it more deftly and thoroughly than any pair of hands could... and then you gasp even louder as one of the tentacles pushes into the urethra, pentetrating it deeply and bulging out the shaft with its form, fucking it with wriggling, wobbling pumps much like the one taking your ass. It's so big, and stretching out a hole much smaller than it! At the realization, something apparently takes over in your mind, and your own tentacles that aren't holding Maya in place go on the move. Of course you plunge two of them into her mouth and ass, muffling her pleas to be raped like a bitch around the tentacle bulging up her throat, but four more of them you direct beneath her. Her puffy pink nipples stretch and widen as the tips of the tentacles push inside them, the trajectory of her tits' wobbling changing as you start to literally fuck them, enjoying the feel not only of her nipples squeezed tight around your pumping, thrusting tentacles, but being able to direct her lower pair to rub against your tentacle-fucked cock as you do.\n\nSoon after you can see the tentacle Maya's using to fuck your cockhole bulging along its entire length, and moan as those bulges start to pass into you, your cock's shaft visibly showing the oval bulges passing down it even lower than the tentacle itself goes. Your immense balls, which had already been feeling incredibly full, start to grow heavier and heavier with each of those bulges that drops into them. By the time a good two dozen have been deposited and Maya jerks her tentacle out, you can't take it anymore, and giving a feral cry you thrust forward, forcing your huge knot into her pussy and locking inside her as you start to pump a truly massive load in. You can actually see Maya's skin bulge from beneath her tits with the strength of your spurts before the cum you're filling her with slides down to begin filling her womb, her stomach rounding out. Of course your lower cock has little to restrain it and just begins geysering cum everywhere, spraying all over Maya's four fat tits as well as the floor. And her bed. And the wall. Amidst it you can feel extra pressure in your lower cock as your shaft bulges again, before ovoid green eggs go splotting out along with your cum, dropping to the floor or landing on the bed amidst the pools of thick, creamy white.\n\nBy the time you're done, Maya's belly is barely six inches from the floor, almost pressing your lower cock to the cum-soaked carpet beneath it. The two of you pant heavily, squeezing and stroking each other much more gently with your tentacles as you slowly recover from your minds going blank with the pleasure of the strange, obscene acts you performed on each other. Finally, though, you can feel your cocks starting to go limp, the swelling in your knots decreasing, and you pull yourself free of Maya, shaft sliding out of her along with a veritable waterfall of cum. You stagger back and wind up leaning against the wall, watching her as she slowly straightens up and turns around, her massive cumbelly wobbling beneath her quad tits, her nipples still swollen and very, very slightly gaped from your tentacles having pulled out of them.\n\n"What... happened? What did we just do?" Maya asks, in a tone more confused than anything.\n\n"I dunno, I... it was like I had to, I was doing it before I... m'sorry, Maya," you say, because you do feel... well you feel like you should feel bad, but you don't, which is weird.\n\n"No, it's fine. ... I mean, it is fine, that's totally weird," Maya murmurs, cupping her chin. "Like seriously, I'm not bothered at all... in fact thinking about it I'm sort of just looking forward to it happening again."\n\nYou let out a rush of relieved breath. "Y-yeah, that must be part of the change."\n\n"That must really have been a magic spell, and it turned us into... this." She gestures to her naked body with all four hands. "Some kind of weird... rape-demons or something."\n\n"How do we change back? ... Wait, didn't the book say 'to change people'? Do you think it meant just us, or?"\n\nYou both fall quiet, considering the implications. You become a bit lost in your own thoughts (admittedly a lot of which have to do with rather more forceful and depraved fantasies than you ever had before), and by the time you tune back in, you realize that all your cum has disappeared from the room, and Maya's belly is once more smooth and flat. (The eggs still seem to be there, albeit now clean where they lay scattered on the bed and floor.) ... Oh, and she has two bellybuttons now, which you didn't notice before. But apparently having firmed herself up to investigating, she picks up the TV remote and turns it on to the news channel. Both of you stare a bit at the sight of a pale blue-skinned, four-breasted woman with long, slender horns coming up from her forehead giving the weather report. While she's wearing a blouse and jacket that have been cut to allow for her quad-boobs, below the waist she's only wearing stockings and heels, the news desk clear to allow you to watch her fucking her own ass and pussy with two tentacles each. Maya clicks the channel a few times, skimming over a few more equally lewd reports staffed by more demonic-looking people doing lewd things, and some TV shows starring same, before settling on a Supernatural rerun. After about ten minutes, you gather that this version of the show is about the Winchester brothers traveling around hunting humans that have invaded the world and raping them, when they're not lewding each other with their cocks and tentacles.\n\n"I wonder if the fangirls would be delighted or outraged?" Maya murmurs before tossing the remote aside. "But yeah, it looks like the entire world has become like this, and everything about our history has been rewritten to, well... be lewd."\n\n"But there are still humans," you posit, watching as Sam stuffs one of his immense, bump-ridged purple cocks down a human girl's throat while using two tentacles pushed into her nipples to start inflating her breasts. The human girl is either a really good actor or this is what they call 'enforced method acting'. "They just... don't normally live here? ... Earth is a planet of sex-demons."\n\n"Who consider rape completely normal and fun," Maya picks up, watching the scene on the television with light interest. "Which we seem to have assimilated along with the changes to our bodies, even though we still have our normal memories of how things used to be."\n\nYou watch the TV for a bit longer, Maya occasionally changing the channels. It seems like female demons most often have four breasts (and arms) and long, thin horns growing from their foreheads, while male demons most often have two cocks and horns growing from the sides of their heads. That doesn't seem to be a hard and fast rule though... you see at least a couple of female demons with two breasts and a cock, or six breasts and more tentacle-nubs in other places, or male demons with just one really huge cock or more than two cocks, and so on. \n\n"This is definitely pretty wild," Maya notes, though you're both taking it far better than you figure most people would at accidentally turning the entire planet's population into a bunch of rapacious obscene-bodied fuck-creatures. "I do feel like maybe we should at least try and reverse this though."\n\n"You think the book has any answers?"\n\nMaya rubs her chin again, before resting her lower hands on her hips and folding her upper arms over her upper tits. "Maybe. Tell you what, you probably ought to head home and let me study it, since I feel like if you stay we're just gonna wind up raping each other one after the other and that's... sort of distracting," she murmurs, her stark white cheeks turning pink.\n\n"Uh, yeah." You can't exactly turn red to show your own blush now, but you nod quickly. "I guess I'll... head home. See you, Maya."\n\n"Later, Jamie."\n\nYou turn and head out of her room and down the stairs, pausing briefly at the front door. You hadn't really realized it, but you were about to walk out into public wearing nothing but a ripped t-shirt and your sneakers, your giant balls in full display with your limp cocks draped down over them, the tips dangling to a level almost halfway down your shins. You, who normally hates to wear shorts because you feel too shy to expose your legs. But, you need to get home, and you're not sure what would cover this anyway, and from what you saw on the TV, at least partial nudity is the norm. So you shrug, open the door, and head out. Actually you're not even sure how you're walking properly with such enormous balls, but you decide you're not going to think about that because if you do you might not be able to. So instead you just head back for your house, glancing around a bit as you do. You notice that things do look a little different... cars seem to be a bit taller, and doorframes wider. Half-naked or entirely naked people (well, demons) do indeed seem to be walking around, doing all the normal day-to-day things... mowing lawns, cleaning cars, raping each other or their housepets, that same thing. In fact about halfway home you realize that without even thinking about it you snagged another teenager with your tentacles and started raping her, your cocks pumping into her pussy and ass before you've even really noticed she's there. You're pretty sure that she's a girl from a few streets over who normally never gave you the time of day, but now she's got her purple eyes rolling and her long tongue lolling out and her four tits (even bigger than Maya's) wobbling underneath her as she begs for more. ... Clearly you need to be careful about letting your mind wander, you think in embarrassment as you start to cum, bloating her belly and causing jizz to fountain from her mouth as you fill her, because if you're not paying attention your body will follow its instincts on its own.\n\nLeaving your 'victim' laying in a pool of your cum with her legs spread, body quivering, and one of her arms raising to wave as she says she'll see you at school (her voice thick and garbled by jizz), you continue on home, pausing briefly at the door. ... Do you really want to see what your mom is like in this world? Well, not exactly much choice, so you turn the knob and step inside, calling, "I'm home!"\n\n"Oh, Jamie sweetheart!" your mother calls from the kitchen before bustling out, drying her hands on a towel. Your eyes bug a little... your mother now has very pale purple skin and the horns you're learning to recognize as the sign of a female demon, but unlike the majority she only has one pair of arms and one pair of tits. Her tits are, however, absolutely enormous... they come down to well below her waist, despite still looking firm (albeit heavy). The sweater she's wearing probably uses at least a camping tent's worth of yarn, and her jeans are practically painted on, emphasizing hips and an ass even rounder and more perfectly-shaped than they were before. (Hm, that's not embarrassing to admit now, that's interesting.) A pair of tentacles had extended from under the back of the sweater and into the kitchen, apparently finishing something up, but they retract and disappear beneath it as she walks over. "Did you have fun at Maya's?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, since... well, you did, even if it was definitely not any sort of fun you expected... ever in your life up until this point.\n\n"That's good, you two are so cute, nerding it up even when you're in the midst of raping one another," your mother says with the easy sort of nostalgia parents have. "Rape many girls on your way home, too?"\n\n"Er... just one." Even with your newly demonic outlook, this conversation is beyond weird, and you kind of really don't want to be having it but here you are.\n\n"Oh really, is that all? You know dear you inherited your ball size from my side of the family, you really should be draining them as often as possible. Here, would you like to rape Mommy?" she asks kindly, reaching below the drape of her immense tits to unbutton her jeans, before smiling and giving her shoulders a shake, her person-sized boobs wobbling back and forth. "Or would you like Mommy to rape your cocks with her tits, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Rape her.|QOLewdWorld]]\n\n[[Titjob.|QOLewdWorld]]\n\n[[Uhhhhh pass.|QOLewdWorld]]

Really, you think it's about time to make a completely clean break with Allen. If he can't even talk about the idea of going out to eat on Valentine's Day without throwing a tantrum, a box of chocolates isn't going to fix your compatibility issues. Mind made up, you carry the chocolates into the kitchen and drop them in the trash... not unkindly or out of pettiness, but it would be wrong to accept them when you have no intention of returning his affections. You'll let your silence be your answer for now, and be more direct if necessary later on. For now, you've got other activities to plan!\n\nObviously Valentine's Day is mostly a holiday for couples, but to your mind it doesn't necessarily have to be. Isn't it more a day for general romance and celebration of sexiness, at the end of the day? At least it is to your mind! So a party to spark romance, maybe? Or just a... well, a sexy party?\n\nOn the other hand, there's something else you could do for the holiday... actually write a meaningful blog post series. Valentine's Day has sort of been coopted by the restaurants and jewelry companies, at this point, turning it more into either "Obligation Day" or "Trade Diamonds For Blowjobs Day" than a proper holiday, which is a sad thing to your mind. Maybe devoting some extra time and research to really espousing a better and more heartfelt meaning for the holiday would be just the thing to not only help people have a better view of it, but have the nice side effect of generating a lot of positive traffic to your blog!\n\n<hr>\n[[Throw a mixer.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Throw a sexy party.|HolVal]]\n\n[[Focus on your writing.|HolVal]]

Hm. Yes, you can see the value in sticking around for a little while. If nothing else it's comfortable here, and you can sense a lot of potential in the facilities. But you're going to have to have a talk with the two of them, obviously, and establish a few things.\n\n'No time like the present, the longer I leave it the more they'll just get set in their ways,' you decide philosophically, closing your eyes and briefly feeling out the flow of brightness through the walls. Then you're suddenly standing in Alexa's lab, she and Dr. Life quietly talking with each other... until they give a jump at noticing your appearance, wheeling around to face you.\n\n"How did you get in here?! This room is supposed to be shielded!" Alexa blurts, a sort of skittery, loose feeling across your tongue like oiled-up rice. \n\n"It is, but you can't isolate it from the power systems completely or it wouldn't be able to use the massive power grid this place requires," you reply evenly, watching her twitch a little. "But let's just cut to the chase, shall we? I'm sure you two were in the middle of discussing how you were going to handle me. Well the conclusion you need to reach here and now is that you can't."\n\n"Now, Sam," Marie says gently, her tone motherly, raising her hands a bit. "That isn't what this is about, it's-"\n\n"Please stop. I can literally taste it when you're being insincere, and I don't like it." That makes them both blink, and you fix each one with your eyes for a moment before you continue. "Let's lay everything out. I have a level of control over energy that probably can't be accurately measured with any level of science currently on Earth. And since matter is energy, I can shift that to my liking too. Thoughts are also energy, electrical impulses in the brain, which means that mine function at maximum efficiency, leaving me with psionic potential that is, again, likely not able to be measured anywhere on our planet. I am not a 'super-' anything, I am effectively a deity. And as such, if you could stop talking to me like adults speaking to a child, I think that would allow us to move this relationship forward, don't you?"\n\nAlexa and Marie exchange a glance, before Alexa looks back at you and nods slowly. "... That is more than fair, of course. If you're willing to treat us all as equals, especially considering... everything just mentioned... then I think that's for the best."\n\n"Obviously." You nod once. "I have virtually unlimited power, but my experience is limited and I don't have the connections or history you have to work from. So rather than trying to control one another or falling into conflict, let's all just work together for a common goal." You step forward and hold out a hand, which Alexa hesitates only briefly before gripping and giving a shake.\n\n"Very well, Sam. Equals, in everything," she says as you shake hands with Dr. Life as well.\n\n"'Sam' is a very ordinary name, for a very ordinary girl," you assert evenly, ears flicking. "I think at this juncture, it's appropriate to pick a sort of striking moniker... something melodramatic, even a bit pompous, but definitely fitting." You tilt your head down a bit, eyes glowing briefly as you run through a variety of names, before looking up again. "I like 'Ascendant'. It's both accurate and a little pretentious, as these things should be."\n\nMarie actually grins. "I rather like it, actually. You are after all a somewhat ascended version of humanity."\n\nYou can taste a flicker of muddy disdain and chili powder spicy-bitter anger from Alexa for a moment, but she pushes it down. Yes, her thing about being made to feel like humanity is inferior... well, as long as she manages it. After all, she must have realized that at some point if she wanted a god's eye blackened rather than just spat in, she'd need another god to do it. "Alright then, so let's begin preparations for the next move," you announce, nodding once before turning and making your way to the door, intending to take the more standard route back to your room so as not to further ruffle Alexa's feathers. Part of being equals is being considerate, after all.\n\n"We do have several of those in mind," Alexa notes, folding her arms. "I'm sure you have some thoughts of your own, is there any preference?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Gather like minds."|FemPalV]]\n\n[["Develop more technology."|FemPalV11x2]]\n\n[["Blacken God's eye."|FemPalV]]

Interesting thing you learned when you were researching this job online... a lot of forgeries can be almost as valuable as the real thing. It sounds weird, but apparently skilled forgers are considered important artists in their own right, and in other cases like jewelry, even if the forgery isn't by some famous master of deception, they still tended to make them out of <i>actual precious metals</i>. You stop in front of the case, which has a number of baubles, stone artifacts, and jewelry in it, mentally planning to take most of the stuff that's obviously made of actual gold and jewels. Though your focus immediately goes to two of the most prominent pieces in the display, and your main focus in singling out this exhibit. That being, a pair of very similar-looking cat medallions on two different 'fake neck' displays side by side. Hey, you're basically a costumed villain now, right? Gotta go with theming! Both seem to have the same general form factor, with slight differences, just that one looks a lot more aged and rough around the edges, and the other looks practically new. While forming the smart suit's fingertips on your right hand into glasscutters and carefully making a hole, you take a moment to read the placard.\n\n'Here we see two examples of forgeries from different eras, and an example of just how long making forgeries of items has been taking place. The amulet on the right is a modern replica, only a handful of years old, discovered of all places in the sock drawer of an abandoned apartment! This was almost certainly an example of a most likely successful attempt at duping a wealthy tourist to the region, as the amulet is merely in the style of those dedicated to the goddess Bast rather than a sincere attempt at accuracy. But note its similarity to the amulet on the left, which dates to approximately 1325 BCE. Though somewhat more accurate, there are a number of "tells" indicating its inauthenticity, including glyphs that would more accurately translate to the name "Bastarra" than Bast or Bastet. Like the modern example, this forgery was likely intended for wealthy individuals eager to buy an artifact from a much more recently buried pharaoh or noble. This demonstrates just how long people have been trying to bilk the gullible with money to spend on ill-gotten goods!'\n\nYeah, but both are still made of gold, so even if you can't get their full worth as examples of art or history or whatever, you can at least still get melt value. You finish shoveling all the other jewelry into your bag, then wiggle your fingers as you eye the pair of necklaces. Those two displays in particular are on a pressure plate, designed to sound the alarm and lock the wing down if it's activated. However! Your reading on the pressure plate indicates that it's only accurate to within a certain weight... they clearly cut corners figuring no one would particularly bother this display, considering they only bought a plate big enough for the central items. Apparently they figured anyone that took one would take both, or would knock over the 'neck mannequins' they're sitting on in the process... so the plate won't go off if you carefully take only one of them. The question is, which?\n\n<hr>\n[[The old one.|Palladium8x4]]\n\n[[The new one.|PalCat]]

That's where the best and most valuable stuff is, right? Tons of gold and jewels and if anyone tries to call you on stealing it, you can just sniff haughtily and say it was stolen in the first place! (You have no idea how 'stolen' most of it is but who cares about facts when you have righteous indignation?) Snickering, you slip into the large room, decorated with recrations of various temples, pillars, and statues as well as the authentic historical artifacts in their cases.\n\nLuckily this museum isn't big on the whole 'displaying mummies' thing... that might be a bit too creepy and actual-disrespectful for you to take, being in this place in the dark. (You can see fine between your enhanced eyesight and the mask, but still.) In fact the only mummy in here is safely inside its sarcophagus, which is displayed in the center of the room since it's the current Big Thing for this exhibit. Alright, you're in, now which exhibit to 'liberate' for the greater good of your money roll?\n\n<hr>\n[["A History of Forgeries" exhibit.|Palladium8x3]]\n\n[["The Development of Egyptian Gods" exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[["Pharaoh Anhephaphorshepsutkamen" exhibit.|PalCat]]

Hey, if Nick Cage can steal the Declaration of Independence while just being normal ol' Nick Cage, surely a cute catboy with lots of fun thieving toys like you can steal a couple of pieces from some regular museum, right? Right. Your logic is ironclad, your decision is made!\n\nOf course you're not so dim as to think you can just Mission Impossible drop yourself through a skylight and snag whatever you want while avoiding a few lasers. You need to do recon, and that means... actually visiting a few museums. Meh. Oh well, no doubt it'll be way more thrilling when you're considering how to get stuff out of the cases and run off with them for real, rather than just imagining it for fun.\n\nThe first few places you go are mainly art museums, and you fairly quickly write them off. Not only do you currently have no idea how to fence art for the proper price, most of it's too big to carry in and out easily and the security's strong enough to make both of those things not worth it. Maybe if you were cool enough to actually pull off a trilby without looking like an idiot you could manage it, but there are precious few people so cool.\n\nThe same goes for the natural history museum... you don't have the hookups to sell fossils and amber insects, and most of the historical artifacts are things like excavated knives and tomahawks and such. Probably valuable, but again, only if you had the right someone to sell them to.\n\nLuckily you finally find the Palladium City Museum of Global History & Culture. It has a little bit of everything, but even more importantly, it has plenty of displays of jewels, jewelry, and other small but obviously valuable items that would be fairly easy for you to both extract and sell. Before you're even through taking the guided tour, you know this is the one... which is why you slip away from said tour, ducking and avoiding cameras and finding an employee computer you can hook into. The tools installed in your phone help you quickly bypass the security (which is pretty weak at this spot anyway since only employees are supposed to be here) and download a map of the museum that has notes on all the security measures installed. That done, you quickly make your way back and rejoin the tour, the faux-enthusiastic guide likely never having noticed you were gone.\n\nAgain, you realize you can't just go charging in, which means... studying. Sigh. You look up the various security measures and the models that are used, researching their vulnerabilities. It's not the most exciting thing in the world... until you remind yourself that this studying is for a museum heist. Then it gets pretty exciting! Your better sense nags at you that you need to decide very precisely what to take and get in, get it, and get out, but the steadily more dedicated thrillseeker inside you says nah, just prepare for the whole thing and decide what you want to steal when you get there... it's more fun that way!\n\nFinally, the big night arrives. You studied the guards assigned to each night and found one who always eats dinner at the same cafe before his shift, to the point that they have a coffee mug with his name on it. Sneaking in while the cafe's closed the night before, you line the coffee cup with a liquid laxitive and put it back. (You considered making a mash of sleeping pills but were worried that you might overdose him and put him in a coma or stop his heart or something. Figure the absolute worst thing that happens here if you overdose him is he gets dehydrated. ... Figure.) There will be other guards in the building, of course, but they're covering areas like the administration offices, storage, and shops... this guard watches the cameras that cover the majority of the museum, and if you estimate right, he'll spend most of his shift in the bathroom near his desk instead.\n\nYou make your way to the museum, specifically one of the back areas typically used for deliveries. You slink under the blind spot of the camera, then take out your 'guard tester'... a long pointer stick with a sign that says HI I'M HERE TO ROB THE PLACE! stuck on the end. You lift the sign up in front of the camera, tensed and ready to run the moment you hear anything, cat ears perked high and tail lashing. But minutes go by and... nothing. Good, looks like he's already busy playing Game of Porcelain Thrones. Tossing the sign and stick in a nearby dumpster (you made sure not to leave prints on either), you turn towards the air vent on the wall nearby. ... No, you're not going to climb through it. You had the idea, frankly, but they're almost all too small. No, you're using this one because the actual hookup was removed years ago for maintenance and apparently never put back, despite various notes pointing out this needs to be done having been left. You work the cover off, then slide your arm through... the opening's barely big enough that you could maybe get your head through otherwise. (Hm, you wonder if you could get through there anyway? Haven't you heard that cats can get through any hole their head goes through? ... Wait, no, you still have a collarbone, so you probably didn't get that cat power.) Anyway, getting your arm through is enough that you can swing the weight on the end of a thin rope that you made, flinging it over to the door handle. Once you hear the door click, you have to drop the string and make a headlong rush through the door... it can only be open for four seconds before you need to input the alarm code or it will go off! Luckily once you slam the door closed from inside and wait, panting and with ears twitching, there's no sirens or shouting from within. You made it!\n\nRealizing that arguably the hardest part is behind you... that of actually getting inside the museum and all but assuring you won't be spotted in mid-thieving... you can't help but start feeling rather smug. (Hm... 'Smug Kitty'? ... Eh, little too cutesy.) Yes! You can totally pull this off! You still duck and dive the cameras, mostly just to avoid being caught on tape any more than necessary than fear of detection, which means you can move a lot faster. Soon you're out of the back areas and into the museum proper. Now to make your way to...\n\n<hr>\n[[The Egypt exhibit.|Palladium8x2]]\n\n[[The Native American exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The Pre-History Exhibit.|PalCat]]\n\n[[The 'Weirder Stuff' Exhibit.|PalCat]]

You wander over towards the library's selection of gaming books, mostly tabletop game books, some from the early days of dice-rolling in parents' basements, remarkably well-preserved considering they're library books that routinely venture into territory heavily laden with soda and cheetos. You ponder the racks, considering that maybe starting a new game up could get everybody feeling a bit better about getting together. Especially if you played something either totally stereotypical... or something completely atypical, that might work, too.\n\nLet's see, where to start...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The Complete Rogue.|GGRogueStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Warrior.|GGWarStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Bard.|GGBardStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Mage.|GGMageStart]]\n\n[[The Complete Monk.|GGMonkStart]]\n\n[[Savage Species: Monstrous PCs.|GGMonsterStart]]\n\n[[MagiSpace: Adventures in the Void|GGMSStart]]

"I, uh... I guess so." Welp. Sounds like if you're gonna keep up this story about being a long-lost Bastian eager to learn about your new culture, you're gonna have to... have sex with another boy. ... Probably repeatedly. Maybe often. Swallowing but trying to hide your nervousness, you shrug out of the jacket and then urge your suit to retract into your collar, your half-hard cock flopping against the front of your crotch as you lay down in the bed on your back.\n\n"Now, like I said, you just relax and let me do eeeeverything," Kio literally purrs as he sinks down onto his knees between your legs, leaning forward and low, pert butt raised high in the air with his flicking tail inexorably drawing your attention to it. Of course you quickly wind up looking back at his face, blue eyes fixed on your face as he cups his hand around your shaft and leans in to place his lips against the base of it. You almost jump, not just at the feel of warm, soft lips and a hot, wet mouth touching you, but at the faint, almost subliminal vibration of his purring that touches it. He giggles a little at your reaction. "Don't be so nervous, Eric! Gosh, like I said, I'm gonna be the one to do all the work! You're getting nice and hard though," he adds in a coo, since your cock is indeed getting stiffer, and moreso with every little faintly vibrating kiss he places along it.\n\nSoon Kio is alternating between closing his eyes and looking up at you with those pretty blue orbs as he sucks at your balls, one soft, delicate hand stroking your cock as he does. Despite his urgings to relax, you can't help but squirm, your ears flicking and tail twitching beneath you. The thing is, it... it feels <i>really</i> good. Kio's obviously done this quite a bit and knows what he's doing... you find a low, steady thrum beginning in your own chest and throat, feeling sort of like when a heavy bass beat from a speaker goes right through you but... but it just feels good. Now purring as well, you look down at Kio returning to kissing and licking at your shaft, ass in the air, one hand clearly between his own legs and stroking his own stiff, slender prick. Biting your lower lip, you reach out and lay your hands on his head just as he's sliding his mouth down over your cockhead and starting to take more of the shaft in, scratching around his soft red ears. Both of you let out moans, Kio from how good the ear-scratches apparently feel, and you from the amped-up vibration of his increased purrs around your cock as they shudder through his lips and cheeks and tongue. \n\nIt gets harder and harder to pay attention to what Kio's actually doing as the pleasure grows, leaving you slumping back against the (really ridiculously comfortable) bed and closing your eyes, moaning and mewling as Kio bobs his head over your prick, slightly rough tongue dextrously working over you with affection and experience. When you woke up today, 'getting a blowjob from another boy' really wasn't even one of the conceivable things on your agenda, but you're kind of starting to wish it had been. His fingers gently ply against your balls as if urging you to empty them into his soft, sucking, thrumming mouth as his pretty lips slide back and forth along your shaft, but you're still able to whisper out something vaguely like a warning before you spill, your cock twitching against his tongue as you shoot into his mouth. Kio never stops bobbing his head, just looking rather smug from the glitter in his eyes and curve of his lips as he swallows down your load.\n\nYou pant softly, closing your eyes from watching him as he straightens up and gives his hair a little flick with both hands. Then you open them again with a surprised blink as you find yourself being turned over onto your stomach, Kio's arms surprisingly strong and his hands quite gentle as he smoothly and easily repositions you before you know what's happening. 'Wait, when he said he'd do all the work, he meant-!'\n\nAnd then you feel the other catboy's lubed-up prick pushing inside you, making you gasp loudly. You quickly bring your hands, fingers curled, up in front of your face, peeking almost shyly over your shoulder at Kio as he penetrates you, propped up on both hands. He's smiling somewhere between smug and serene as he continues the slow press of his hips, whatever slick layer of lube he used allowing him to push in smoothly despite your virgin tightness. You shiver, letting out noises that you'd never imagined yourself making, even more kittenish mewls than before at the feeling of that hot, throbbing length pushing inside you, a shuddery breath at the soft brush and pressure of his balls against yours as he pushes all the way in, little gasps and suppressed moans as he begins slowly, gently pumping in and out of you.\n\n"Hmmmm, you suuure are making a ton of super cute noises, Eric," Kio coos down at you, his voice resonating with his purr that seems to have almost synced to your own. He leans down and nibbles gently at your ear, making you cry out softly at the shiver it sends through your entire body, and subsequently whimper at the way it makes your ass squeeze firm around him. "Is this maaaaaybe your first time getting fucked?"\n\n"Y-... yes," you admit, your blush darkening as you look up at him shyly again, before pressing your face back to the bed in embarrassment.\n\n"Awwww, that's a big deal, though!" he murmurs, licking your ear gently and making it flick as well as you giving a muffled whimper into the bed. "I've gotta make sure to take even better care of you if I'm your first! Don't worry, I'll fuck you reeeeeal good and make sure you cum," he adds in a proud, sensual murmur right in your ear, making you shiver again before he wiggles his hips a little, starting to use a different roll of them as he thrusts.\n\nNow you can feel him rubbing and pressing against something inside you every time, turning your gasps into little cries of pleasure, your cock twitching between your belly and the soft padding of the bed every time. Kio's still using a slow, smooth, gentle pace though, apparently feeling it's how best to take care of you when you're tired, meaning that your cries gradually settle back into soft, moaning exhales. You sound... you sound so slutty in your own ears, the noises somehow perfectly conveying the feeling of a naughty femboy who loves getting fucked in the ass. But... you can't help it, it feels so good, it feels so good...!\n\n"It feels good, right?" Kio cuts in right on your thoughts, voice still a low, sensuous purr as he nuzzles at your hair and ears, now rubbing his entire slender, nude body against yours as he thrusts. "You like it, right?"\n\n"It... it feels really good," you admit with a soft mewl. You feel a shudder in your body, letting out a whimper of, "I'm... I'm gonna cum," and a moment later adding, without realizing you were about to say it, "Cum in me... want you to cum in me..."\n\n"I wiiiill, right after you do, promiiiise!" he giggles back, kissing the base of one of your ears.\n\nThat's really all you can take, and you let out a soft, sweet cry as your cock twitches, spurting a second load against your belly and the bed. When you do, you feel yourself squeeze tight around Kio, and whatever spot he was pressing against gets hit harder and your whole body lights up with the pleasure, even more cum pouring out of you as you orgasm from both your cock and ass, legs shuddering, eyes rolling, ears twitching and tail lashing. Distantly you can hear Kio giving his own sweet, almost girlish moan and feel him throbbing inside you, wet heat spreading deeper and deeper into your quivering hole. \n\nYou sort of white out for awhile, but when you do come back to yourself, you're laying on your side, and Kio's slipping up face-to-face with you, his still mostly-hard cock rubbing against your mostly-soft one as he snuggles up against your front, arms sliding around you. Without really thinking about it, you put your arms around him as well, and he almost immediately starts purring again, nuzzling against your neck and shoulder, which sets off your own purr. "Mmm, I'd ask if you had a good time, but I thiiink that was pretty obvious, heheh." He surprises you again as he gives you a quick, playful kiss on the lips, then tucks his head back against you. "Now, you need your sleep! Let's snooze!"\n\nYou'd expect to be awake for quite awhile trying to wrap your head around everything that's happened, from your museum heist turning into an alien abduction turning into a bout of gay sex, but between your actual exhaustion and the intensity of the orgasm you had, you drift off between blinks almost immediately, unconsciously snuggling in closer to Kio as well.\n\nWhen you wake up, it's to find Kio proffering you another glass of milk, which you accept while he walks over to a corner of the room and presses a few buttons. A little border rises from the floor several inches, before warm water starts spraying down from the ceiling... none of it seems to go beyond the raised part of the floor, so you guess that activates some sort of field that keeps the water in. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then we'll go to the cafeteria!" he chirps, stepping under the water.\n\n'I'm glad these cats don't hate getting wet, I'd hate to think I couldn't wash up,' you think as you finish off the milk. Since Kio's beckoning to you, it's clear that he doesn't mean for you to wait your turn, so after only a second's hesitation you step into the shower with him. It's not quite cramped, per-se, but it does wind up with the two of you's hot, wet bodies rubbing and brushing up against each other quite a bit. Soon the both of you's cocks are quite hard, and with a giggle Kio steps in closer, using one hand to press his shaft against yours, giving a few strokes to rub them together. "They're almost exactly the same length! It's so cuuute!" he coos, putting his other hand to his cheek.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kiss him, then push him up against the shower wall.|Palladium]]\n\n[[Kiss him, then lean up against the shower wall.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Just let him do whatever, but don't initiate.|PalCat]]

"Uh, well, my Queen..." Thinking fast, you clear your throat and then continue. "The truth is, I was born on Earth."\n\n"Oh?" Queen Bastarra frowns a little more seriously. "Is that so?"\n\n"Yes, and only about sixteen years ago. I was never told about you or any of this... I mean, I knew I was different, and I wound up leaving home about half a year ago, and only recently started to come into my own with my abilities as a, you know, a catperson as I thought of it." You give your ears and tail a deliberate flick before continuing. "I was drawn to the display of the necklace in an Earth museum, but I didn't really know what it was until just now, this ship appearing in the sky took me completely by surprise."\n\nAll of which is technically true, but leaves out the fact that you weren't actually born a catboy. Still, Queen Bastarra doesn't seem to have pounced on that little weakness in your story, instead rubbing her chin as she looks thoughtfully at you. Eventually, to your relief, she nods once. "I see, I see. You know nothing of your Bastian heritage, you poor thing. The most superior form of life in the universe and you know nothing of our ways. Well, worry not, you shall now be enfolded in the loving embrace of your own people." She actually gives you a practically angelic smile, closing her eyes and bowing her head as she folds her hands over her lifted-and-separated breasts. "For it is a poor queen who does not reclaim her own. Speaking of which, are there any other stranded Bastian descendants we should look for on this world?"\n\n"I can't say I know of any, my Queen," you answer in all honesty.\n\n"Very well then. We shall set course back to Bastion for now. We shall wait for any further debriefing about the current state of Earth until you have had some time to get to know your own people and culture, as is proper. Kio!"\n\n"Yes, Queen!" the boy next to you chirps, even his ears and tail standing at attention.\n\n"You will be in charge of..." She trails off, her expression briefly turning sharp as she looks at you, as if it were your fault she hadn't asked for your name until now.\n\n"Eric," you hurry to supply.\n\n"What an odd name. Kio, you will be in charge of Eric until further notice. Make him comfortable in your quarters and oversee his stay until we arrive back on Bastion. I'll decide what's to be done then."\n\n"Yes, Queen! Okay, Eric, c'mon, let's go," Kio says, beckoning you with one hand as he turns and heads for the door again. As the two of you go back into the hall, he almost pouts at you. "Hey, how come you didn't tell me you didn't know what was going on? That was kinda embarrassiiiing!" He gives a wiggle that starts at his shoulders and goes all the way down to his pert butt, tail flicking back and forth. "I could have told the Queen that you were a stray from the start!"\n\n"S-sorry, I was basically in shock when I appeared in that room and you were standing over me," you explain, which is definitely very true.\n\n"... Ohhh yeaaaah, I guess that would all be pretty wild if you had no idea you weren't actually an Earthling, huuuh?" Kio muses aloud, glancing upward and thumping his fist against his palm, apparently just now thinking through the implications of you never having seen a starship before. "Ooo, that means it was definitely your first time being transmatted, too, you must be pretty tired."\n\nNow that he mentions it, you do feel even more run-down than even all your activity at the museum would account for. Giving him a heavy nod as your ears and tail droop, you allow Kio to snag your wrist and tug you along, until you arrive at his quarters. It's a little more starship and a little less pyramid in here, though it's still both Egyptian and feline-themed. Kio heads to a slot in the wall and taps some buttons, then hands you the glass of milk that materializes. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and take a look around. Spotting what looks like one of those really big pet pillow-based beds in a deep maroon color, you tilt your head. "Ah, is that the bed?"\n\n"Oh, for sure! You poor stray, you've probably never gotten to sleep on a proper Bastian bed before, have you?" Kio asks with another pout, actually rubbing you between your ears.\n\nYour ears briefly flatten at the presumption, although you also have to admit that feels pretty good. Then another thought occurs as you pass the now empty glass back to him. "There's only one, though."\n\n"Hmmm? 'Course there is, it's usually my private quarters!" Kio answers as he tucks the glass back into the slot, allowing it to disappear. "But it's plenty big enough, and don't worry, I'll do all the work tonight! You can just enjoy!"\n\n"Just en-?" Your question cuts off as, much like your own suit does, Kio's retracts into his collar, leaving him naked in a matter of seconds. His slender cock juts out in front of him, stiff and obviously eager to begin.\n\n"Mm-hmmm! Just get out of that cool jacket and retract your suit, and lay back! ... Ohhh, is this not typical among boys on Earth?" Kio purses his (admittedly pretty) lips and puts a fingertip to his lower one. Then he smiles brightly and shrugs. "Well, Bastian boys fool around all the time! Especially if we're going to be sharing a bed, it's the host's job to make sure the guest feels good! That's just basic hospitality! Best you start learning the proper traditions of your true people now, right?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh... right?|Palladium8x7]]\n\n[[For sure! ♥|PalCat]]\n\n[[... Pass.|PalCat]]

"Um. Right, sure," you murmur, accepting his hand and letting him help you to your feet. You settle into a walk beside him as he starts leading you through what looks like a cross between a pyramid passageway in a movie and, well, a starship hallway in a movie. Lots of shiny stuff and glowing lights and panels set in the walls, also lots of heiroglypics and things being patterned like stone blocks. It's even lit by sleek, glowing lighting fixtures on the wall that nevertheless seem designed to emulate flickering torchlight.\n\n"My name's Kio, I'm one of the Queen's favorites," the redhead brags as he leads you along, tail flicking back and forth with an air of smugness as his ears give a proud twitch. "Man, we haven't been to Earth in foreeeeever, I bet the Queen's gonna be really interested in your report!"\n\n"Queen... Bastarra, right?" you murmur, glancing aside as another catboy in a glowing rubber suit prances by carrying what looks like a miniature Ark of the Covenant.\n\n"Well, duh," Kio snorts, glancing aside at you with a roll of the eyes. "Who'd you think picked you up when you activated the signal beacon, that jerk King Anubistar? Don't even mention that guy around the queen, she'll tooootally go off on a rant."\n\nWhile briefly distracted from your other confusion by the fact that these people haven't visited Earth in thousands of years but still developed 'duh' in their language, the large elaborate doors at the end of the hallway slide open. Something that looks like a cross between a throne room and a starship bridge is beyond, featuring a number of catboys (and a few catgirls) sitting at Egyptian-themed computer boards, as well as a large rectangular window looking out on a starfield. (They must have gone back up into space after picking you up?) The whole room is arranged around a dais on which sits a large, elaborate throne, which swivels around to reveal who is obviously in charge here.\n\nHer hair is long, black, and straight, with pantherlike feline ears atop her head. Her eyes are a bright yellow with slit pupils, though as they fix on you they flash blue briefly, making a little shiver run down your spine for some reason. She's gorgeous, with creamed-coffee skin, with large breasts (though nowhere near as big as Dr. Life's, you admit), a slender waist and fairly sleek hips, and long, perfect legs, one folded over the other. Though she's wearing a bodysuit like everyone else, it's almost completely transparent, visible only by the shine it gives in the subdued faux-torchlight of the room. She's otherwise covered only by a pair of engraved golden disks over her nipples, and a white flap in front and back that similarly attaches to little golden circles on the front of her crotch and small of her back. She's also got on golden bracers and anklets, and a crown, all of it in the expected faux Egyptian style with a cat theme.\n\n"So it's true, one of our own really has been on Earth all this time." Queen Bastarra (obviously) rises from her throne, resting her bare hands on her transparently-sheathed hips as she eyes you. "Alright then, speak up, scout. Tell us how you were left behind, and how you survived all this time. Did you have your sleepcophagus with you? Did you manage to synthesize extension drugs with local materials? Why didn't you activate the homing beacon before now? Out with it, boy, I am impatient to be informed."\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell the truth.|PalCat1x1]]\n\n[[Lie like a rug.|PalCat]]\n\n[[Obi-Wan it.|Palladium8x6]]

Gotta figure that one has more value just by virtue of being way, way older. You still don't have a particularly good way to get proper value out of that, but hell, even if you do wind up selling it for melt value, it's pretty much the exact same size as the other... might as well take the more valuable one even if you can't get the full money out of it.\n\nAs you lift the segmented necklace up and off its display, you could swear the little diamond eyes set in the cat's face flash blue for a moment. Hm? ... Eh, must have been a trick of the light. Tucking the necklace into your bag and reseating it on your back, you duck and weave back through the cameras to your exit point. Ideally they won't even figure out how you came in and you can come back sometime in the future! And even if they do, eh, you can find a new vulnerability, that's what makes it fun!\n\nOnce you're a few blocks away, you take off your mask and give a 'phew!', grinning as you tuck it in your backpack and take out the necklace. Ha! You totally got away with it! ... Hm, are the eyes shining again? They're definitely blue, wonder if they're some special type of glass or actual diamonds or-\n\nThere's a <i>vwarm</i> noise and suddenly you're bathed in bright blue light all around. Giving a rather mew-like yelp, you jump slightly and look around for the cop car you're expecting, but then look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large, floating pyramid made of gold and covered with glowing blue lines. Then you're suddenly floating up off your feet, flailing your limbs around with a "Nyoh-oh-whoooooa!" as you're drawn closer and closer in towards the source of the pillar of light around you, until you feel the very strange sensation of briefly flickering out of existence.\n\nWhen you flicker back in (you think instantly), you're facing up instead of down, dropping to the ground with a "NYOOF!", almost dropping your bag and the necklace. Wincing, you sit up... and almost bump heads with someone who was leaning down to look at you. Both of you jerk back, cat ears atop your heads twitching and standing up, tails sticking out and fluffing somewhat.\n\nBecause you find yourself face-to-face with another catboy. He's standing with his feet apart, hands on his hips, and leaned forward eyeing you curiously. His hair, ears, and tail are a rich shade of red you wouldn't think is normally found in nature, and his eyes are blue. He seems to be around your age and with a similar sleek build. Heck, he's even wearing a very similar rubber-like bodysuit, albeit his is patterned with little red triangles with a cyan glow between them, but otherwise is nearly identical, right down to the round bulge at the front of his crotch.\n\n"Hmmmm," he says, looking you up and down, before smirking kittenishly. "Wow, I didn't believe it, but I guess someone <i>did</i> get left behind all those years ago! This looks kind of cool, actually," he notes, reaching down to tug at the lapel of your jacket. "Maybe the queen will let me get one if I ask super nice! Nyeheheh, yeah, I'd look good in this for sure," he declares, nodding firmly as he straightens up, then offers you a hand. "Well, come on, abandoned scout! Let's go see Queen Bastarra and you can tell her what's been up on Earth all these years!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait WHAT?!|PalCat]]\n\n[[Uhhhhh... 'kaaaaaay.|Palladium8x5]]

Mentally giving yourself a shake, you pull your eyes back forward and to Jonny's face. They said things would be casual, and so far they've kept their part of the bargain. Grabbing someone's cock isn't casual. Setting down your current beer and deciding you've had enough, you try to keep your focus on the conversation.\n\nOddly, the longer it goes on, the less difficult it is. You just sort of... get used to sitting there naked with a bunch of equally naked attractive horsemen with hardons. You find yourself still noticing, even glancing appreciatively when one of them will shift in his seat and his cock will wobble around, but it's not as overwhelming as it was. You find you can enjoy the view without being overwhelmed by it, which is... nice.\n\nEventually, however, Donny glances at a wall clock. "Oop, guys, we better go. Especially if we wanna have time to get cleaned up and take care of these," he adds with a bemused grin, glancing down at his own lap. "Before we get back on duty. Don't wanna get a scolding from one of the managers."\n\n"Again," Ronny mutters, pushing to his feet and heading for the door, his balls hanging low and cock leading the way.\n\n"Thanks for hanging with us, Sam," Donny adds, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before standing and following his brother.\n\n"My pleasure," you answer cheerfully, enjoying the view of their round, firm asses as they walk away.\n\nJonny stands and walks over, and you gaze appreciatively at his cock since it's so close to eye-level, not bothering to hide it now... that last hour, everyone was both looking at and complimenting things fairly openly. He smiles down at you, resting his hands on his bare hips, unashamed of "pointing" at you. "Hey, Sam, listen. Tonight after the park closes, a bunch of us who work here and have, y'know... similar interests... are getting together."\n\n"Similar interests such as... sitting around naked looking at each other?" you prompt, giggling a little.\n\n"Well, and being casual about other things, too." He waggles where his eyebrows would be if he actually had any. "It's that sort of party, I guess I'm saying. If you want to come, ah, that is... well, if you want to come," he continues with a chuckle. "I'd really like you to be my guest."\n\nThen you could swear he actually blushes a little as he glances to the side, rubbing the back of his head. "Or... or you know, if a party's not really your speed, maybe we could do something just the two of us."\n\nHis cock pointing right at you doesn't faze you anymore, but that does make you blush a bit. Somehow going on a private date with him seems somehow more... intimate... than being his personal guest at what's apparently going to be at least a small orgy. What to say...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell him you'll attend the party.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll go on a date with him.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'd rather just fuck right now.|DRJplaceholder]]\n\n[[Tell him you'll pass.|DRJ4x1]]

You open and close your mouth several times, then let your head slump, silently accepting the situation you've apparently gotten yourself into. Edwina gently puts an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to turn and follow her back to the door, where a uniformed guard (with grey skin and a very square head) is now waiting and beckons you both to follow him. "It's not exactly what we wanted, but this might work out for the best," Edwina says gently.\n\nYou can't help but laugh bitterly. "How is getting sent to the nut house for the best?"\n\n"Now now, it's not a 'nut house', it's a very reputable facility, I've visited clients there before. But you were looking at five years on a rehab colony before... this sentence has no mandatory length. Just keep your head down, cooperate with the doctors, and satisfy them that you're not actually violent or a threat to others. I would put an optimistic estimate that you could be discharged within three months."\n\nThat makes you perk up a little, looking over at her. "And then I can go home?"\n\n"Affording passage back to Earth might be a little trickier without the salary," she admits with a slight sigh. "But tomorrow I'll file a claim for disability... they'll find it hard to argue since the judges themselves decided to declare you to have a mental illness. Hopefully I can get a severance package attached to your medical discharge from the Rangers that will allow you to afford passage back to Earth. But in any event, I promise that I will not abandon you. The Allied Systems Government may have assigned me to you, but you are my client now, and I never turn my back on a client."\n\nYou manage a wan smile at her. "Thanks, Miz Echchizrak."\n\n"It's Ekchisarak, but thank you very much for trying." She pauses as the guard stops, then says, "Go with the bailiff now, Cyan. I'll probably see you in about a week for a check-in."\n\nYou nod, following the guard down a hallway that splits off at a right angle. Eventually he stops and presses a button next to a door, which slides open to reveal what looks like a decent-sized bathroom with open space in the middle. "Once the door has closed, please remove all garments and place them in the marked bin," he says formally, though not particularly unkindly. "Then step into the shower area, where cleansing liquid will dispense, please coat yourself thoroughly and then wait for the rinse and drying cycles. Step out of the shower and dress in the clothing next to the sink. An AI will be monitoring the room for any suspicious activities but you are otherwise not being watched. Once you're done, step up to the door and we'll go to the transport."\n\nNodding, you step into the room and let the door closed behind you. You take a few moments to just feel very lost and alone and afraid, before a bit mechanically stripping out of the tanktop and pants... the collar, though you try tugging a few times, doesn't budge, so obviously that's not included in the request to disrobe. Naked, you step into the doorless shower stall and move to the center, waiting, then yelp as a rain of what you can only call slime dribbles down on you, plopping thickly into your hair and smearing over your skin. The texture is rather gross... a little liquid but also a wobbly sort of solid, and faintly warm as you unenthusiastically smear it across your bare breasts, leaving gooey green finger-trails on them as you rub it into your stomach and hips, bending down to do your legs and twitching a little as a glob of it manages to hit directly on your upturned bare pucker. Straightening up and holding your dripping fingers and hands out from yourself, you wait for the slime to stop... then sigh in relief as it's replaced by a steady stream of lukewarm water, enough that it's rather like a heavy rainfall. You rub and swipe at yourself to help it get the slime-soap off, the stuff briefly turning an even gooier level of slick before it finally starts rinsing off completely, leaving you almost literally squeaky-clean. You yelp and jump as, about two seconds after the water stops, jets of warmish air hit you from all around, ruffling your hair and blowing right on several sensitive spots, making you squirm.\n\nStill, once the airjets stop, you seem to be completely dry, without a trace of either slime or water left. You step out of the shower and look in the mirror over the sink, making a bit of a face as you realize that the stuff apparently washed the dye out of your hair. Your hair's mostly dry but still just vaguely damp enough that you manage to comb it down with your fingers and hands, before turning your attention to the pile of white cloth beside the sink. On top is a sports-style bra and simple panties, both of which you put on, before stepping into the plain, scrubs-style pants... the band stretches like elastic, despite looking solid, and fits against your waist once you've got it on. The top is almost more like a jacket, with squarish shoulders and rather tubelike long sleeves and a high collar, with a long flap that fastens across the front. Once you do it up, a panel reading 'Patient' in yellow and your picture below that appears on the left side of the chest. You pull on the pair of white slippers that are resting nearby on the counter, then take a few deep breaths before walking back to the door and waiting for it to slide open.\n\nThe bailiff leads you down a few more hallways, before the door in front of him at the end of one slides open. You actually see open sky and clouds... both of which are slightly the wrong shades of blue and white... as well as the tops of buildings. He shows you outside, along a wide path with a rail at the sides, since beyond that is the sides of the very, very tall building you just walked out of, the landing pad extending out from it. All around you are more skyscrapers, and wow you are really high up. No wonder they don't bother to cuff anyone or have more guards... besides the collar (which you have little doubt could shock you to the floor), someone would have to be suicidal or extremely, extremely desperate to try getting away up here.\n\nYup. Reeeeeeally desperate.\n\n<hr>\n[[Good thing you're not that desperate!|GGSR]]\n\n[[... Hup.|GGSR]]

"I, um... I think I'd kind of like to stick with... the dog one," you murmur in embarrassment, blushing and ducking your head. "It's just... ... it feels really good, the point, and the knot, and..." You trail off, unable to continue admitting how good the dog dildo feels.\n\n"Heheh, sounds like you might be hooked!" Liam outright giggles now, gripping the base of the dildo inside you and slowly pulling on it, making you whimper softly and then gasp when the knot pops back out of you... then moan loudly as he starts fucking you with it again, starting off slow and smooth but building to a faster pace much more quickly this time. "I guess you like what you like, huh? That's fiiiine. We can still work with that too... you know, I've even got a wolf one..."\n\nThe wolf one winds up being the last he uses for the day after several slight variations on the original (and a break for lunch), and the feeling of its much larger, scooped head slipping inside you, its vein-riddled fat shaft, and its much larger, more sectioned knot finally popping inside you makes you cum so hard you almost pass out. Liam spends a good long while rubbing your back and sides and making soft, supportive voices until you come back to your right mind. Eventually you manage to wobble down the hall on rubbery legs, shower, and then depart for dinner, having scheduled another 'play date' for a few days from now, on a day when you only have one class early in the morning.\n\nAnd so it continues for the next few months, almost every week spending a good chunk of a day (or at the very least a few hours) on all fours on Liam's bed (or sometimes the floor) having his canine dildos pumping into your ass. He often has new ones to try, saying they're of different breeds... some of them are smaller than others, but at this point all the different feelings, the slight differences in shape, and overall just the whole experience, being coaxed into intense knot-induced orgasms with those lewd, indecent dildos filling your ass followed by Liam gently coaxing you through it... you spend a lot of your time when you're not on all fours in his room thinking about being on all fours in his room, or at least going to see him again. He's insisted that he'll only continue your "play dates" if you keep your grades up and try to keep at least some amount of a social life, for some reason, so you study (sometimes with his or Allen's help), you go out to events, because you know that at least once a week you'll get that reward of a rubber dog dick in your ass. It's taken to a whole other level when he starts using ones with tubes in them that can pump lube into you when he knots you... the feeling of the warmed liquid spreading inside you when that knot pops in, it's just... addictive.\n\nOne afternoon as you're stripping down for a session intended to last until evening, Liam is grinning more cheekily than usual. You notice that unusually for him, he's wearing pants and not much else, though there is a bulge in the front. (You've grown accustomed to seeing his cock stiff in his panties, admittedly.) "So, since you're soooo hooked on a particular thing, I decided to design something new and fun," he explains, eyes sparkling.\n\n"... New?" you ask, feeling a bit of trepidation... and also a surge of excitement that has your heart beating faster and your cock twitching just a bit.\n\nLiam giggles, and undoes the pants, letting them drop, and letting that bulge spring forward... and leaving you staring. No panties today, for sure... instead what looks an awful lot like a big red dog cock is jutting from Liam's crotch. Of course, it's still clearly made of rubber, and you can see the base of it where it rests around the root of his own cock. It has several straps that loop around his waist and legs and even the base of his balls, apparently fixing it in place. He shakes his hips back and forth excitedly, making it wobble, your eyes tracking it with a mix of alarm and arousal. "You like? I didn't exactly come up with the idea, but I do think I've made some nice improvements on the design! Plus since it's perfectly fitted just for me, it's super comfortable and won't go slipping off!"\n\n"Uh... it's... it's..." You're honestly lost for words.\n\n"Mm, this way you can finally get really <i>fucked</i> by the dog dildo you like so much. It'll be on a whole other level than just me using my hands to move it, trust me!" He snickers some, tapping his cheek with an index finger. "And, well, admittedly, isn't it about time I got some extra fun out of these sessions too? But if you're <i>still</i> worried about being with another guy, just tell yourself that it's just me using another dildo on you, since that's basically what it is, riiiight?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GwynLiam]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GwynLiam]]

"Let's start with names," you say, fishing a bit of cloth out of your belt pouch and fastening it around his middle as an impromptu towel... though it leaves one of his hips mostly bare and isn't quite long enough. Oh~ well~. "Mine's Cyan. Yours is...?"\n\n"Hassat," he grumbles as you move around in front of him.\n\n"Alright, Hassat. Now, some of the stuff I've seen in your wards and whatnot leads me to believe you may have been up to some bad stuff. So what we're gonna do is, you're gonna come back to the nearest town with me and my friends. If there's been some male Drow mage bopping about terrorizing people, I'm sure they'll have heard of it. If they haven't, I'll set you free with my apologies. If you have, we turn you over to the authorities, and I come back here and sell everything that's not nailed down, then I pry that stuff up and sell it."\n\nHassat's lip curls in a sneer. "A likely story. If your 'friends' don't kill me for being a Drow, human townsfolk surely will."\n\n"Hey. Hey hey hey." You pat his cheek firmly several times. "No one's killing anyone for being a Drow today, alright? If you get killed it will be because you were an asshat, Hassat." You snicker a little, then wink at him. "But I promise you a fair trial. If I don't think you're getting one, I'll set you free myself and make sure you escape."\n\n"... Hardly seems a fair trial anyway, considering you've no evidence I've done anything wrong other than my wards, but since it appears I have no other choice, very well," he grumbles. "I accept your promise."\n\n"Okay, let's go." You turn him around, then lightly rest the point of your dagger against his skin. "Juuuust for insurance."\n\nOnce you've had him point out his bedroom and let him pick out a pair of pants and an open-sided tunic (and checked both for enchantments, hidden pockets, and so on), you escort him back out of the living area and along the tunnel. By the time you arrive at the meeting point, everyone else has too, most of them looking a bit rumpled and annoyed. Looks like they all came up a lot more empty-handed than you. However, at the sight of Hassat, they all leap to attention, Ulf snarling and brandishing his axe. "I'll have its head off!"\n\n"Whoa, whoa, easy guys!" You wave a hand to plead for calm. "No beheading my prisoner, okay? That's just not kosh-... right."\n\n"The only reason to take a Drow prisoner is to make the execution cleaner," Konrad asserts, frowning as he shifts his grip on his sword.\n\n"A most wily race, full of tricks and capable of long-burning hatred few other humanoids are," Zadaan murmurs, shaking his head. "If he were to escape or be set free, you might find him planting a knife in your great-grandchild one day."\n\n"Cyan, I would never, ever normally suggest killing a prisoner," Alanna murmurs, the white-eyed, mocha-skinned woman turning her gaze towards you. "But... he is a Drow," she adds, sounding uncomfortable with the words even as she speaks them. "You don't know what he might have hidden away or planned, and all it would take is him getting the drop on his guard during the night to kill us all, and then go on doing evil in the world. It... it might be best if we kill him... as mercifully and with as much dignity as possible, obviously, but... all the same."\n\nYou look at them, then look at Hassat, who's just regarding you with a flat, resigned expression, as if he weren't surprised in the slightest. You look back at the others, shifting your shoulders as you make up your mind what you want to say.\n\n<hr>\n[[Argue morality.|GGRogue1x15]]\n\n[[Argue profit.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Don't argue.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

"Hnnnngffn!"\n\nYou wince as you sit up in the opened cryopod, wincing and rubbing at your neck. Geez, talk about sleeping at a bad angle, for... a brief check of the chronometer, 172 years. Shaking you head, you channel a soothing spell through your fingers, quickly rubbing away the pinched, painful feeling before swinging around and standing up. You pad naked across the floor, which has obviously been active long enough to warm up enough that you barely hop at the cold of the touch, making your bare tits bobble and sway heavily. You move to the viewing wall and lay a hand on the control console, thinking for the internal blast shield to retract.\n\nMost of the wall in front of you slides down, revealing another ten feet or so of room beneath an arc of foot-thick transparitanium, which still allows as clear a view as a few millimeters of glass. (Wow, remember glass?) Waiting a few more moments for the floor in there to catch up, you eventually pad over to settle onto one of the viewing couches, leaning back and draping your arms over the back of it and enjoying the view of Honolulu. After a moment you reach over and tap the end table. "Coffee, one shot french vanilla creamer one shot of mint flavor. And give me the weather report," you add as the mug materializes, settling back to sip your drink as you return to watching the view.\n\n"The weather in Honolulu today is ninety-eight degrees dedirian," a smooth female voice that somehow manages to be both sultry and professional at once answers. "Trending upward from ninety-six degrees the year before, ninety-four the year before that, and a ten-year average of ninety-one. Snow drifts are measured at three feet on the average. The waves are coming in at three feet or so today in areas where the ice has broken. This week's forecast includes a seventeen percent chance for semi-liquid precipitation."\n\n"Fucking ice ages," you grumble, letting yourself thump back against the couch and making your tits wobble again. "I never should've bought a hybrid."\n\n"Pardon, ma'am?"\n\n"Nothing, Mavis. So this counted enough to wake me up?"\n\n"Weather patterns are expected to reach 'normal' for a cold twentieth century winter within the next twenty years, correct. Feeling any aftereffects, ma'am?"\n\n"No, other than a slightly mismounted pillow pad this cryopod was perfect."\n\n"Very good, ma'am. Would you like me to begin contact procedures for any of your friends? Miss Tandy perhaps? Or shall I manifest and tend to your sexual needs?"\n\n"Set a reminder to see if we can call Tandy tomorrow, and we'll fuck here in a little bit. First run me off a list of my resources that are intact." You sip your coffee and then nibble banana pancake flavored nutricookies as Mavis starts reading off a long list of the contents of your various secured storehouses, including the one beneath your current little getaway, watching the snow fall out across the ocean. Then you blink and glance up. "Wait, go back, the server thing."\n\n"One apocalypse-proof maintenance adaptor shell containing an early twenty-first century internet server. Server's data contents, simulated environment known as a 'massive multiplayer online game', containing excess of 1,000,000 basic AIs, 50,000 pseudosentiences, and 154 human souls. Total uptime, 864 years."\n\nYou let out a bark of laughter. "Holy shit! That old thing's still running?! I'd forgotten about it for... shit, probably at least 500 years. It's still connected to the system?" At Mavis's affirmative, you stand. "Fuck, everything else can wait for a little while, I'm taking a nostalgia trip."\n\nMinutes later you're strolling through a plasticy world of stylized blades of grass and die-cast dirt paths, almost laughing yourself sick when your 'Wow' appears above your head in a text bubble. People used to communicate in text! Holy crap, that's right! Shaking your head with glee, you continue on. Of course the server's literally deserted by MMO standards of the day... nothing but automated animals and monsters going about their preprogrammed paths, and NPCs wandering around not noticing you unless you try to interact with them. You look around at a small town as you arrive, a few buildings and some vendor stalls. Actually, one of those buildings looks familiar. Didn't you...?\n\nOnce you walk in and see the array of pretty, scantily-clad girls in the lobby, it all comes rushing back. "Holy crap, this was it!" you almost breathe, memories flooding back. "This was where I got my start! My very first trap, my very first witch victims, this is it! This is the start of my power, this is where I began!" Your eyes widen a bit and your smile grows as a brown-skinned elf, wearing sparkly silver stockings, fingerless glove-sleeves, and a corset-style band around her middle, steps forward and bows with her hands clasped together.\n\n"Hello, miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"It's you! Chocola!" you gush. "You were my very first! The very first person I ever snared and put in one of my traps to draw power from!"\n\nIn reply, she bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\n"Hm?" You blink, then grow curious, drawing up the program's interface and checking Chocola's 'bank'. "... Hunh. Over 2000 gold. Looks like you saved up enough to have transferred to your cheat character a long time ago. ... Guess it still wasn't quite fast enough, huh?" you note dryly.\n\nShe bows forward, her hands clasped together. "Hello miss!" she chirps as she straightens up. "How may I pleasure you today?"\n\nChuckling ruefully, you pull your avatar's loincloth aside. "You can start by sucking my balls for awhile, Chocola."\n\n"Thank you very much, miss!" she chirps, stepping forward and sinking smoothly to her knees. "It's an honor to pleasure you!" she notes before leaning forward and placing her mouth on your smooth sack, starting to use almost 900 years of practice at tonguing balls.\n\nMoaning lowly, you rest a hand on her mindless head, stroking her hair a bit. Nostalgia's certainly a mixed bag, isn't it?\n\n<b>Vidya Witch</b> end - <i>How may I pleasure you today?</i>

You laugh as you start spilling your load all over her face, watching thick splatters of white smear across the shiny brown. "Too bad, none of that in my inventory," you coo, making sure to aim several shots to give her a decent-sized mouthful, watching her swallow it almost reflexively before she whimpers at realizing what she just did. "I guess I'll see you in 730 years!" you chirp as you flip your loincloth back into place and head for the door.\n\n"W-wait!" she blurts, sitting up some and reaching a hand out towards you.\n\n"Hey, if you work real hard, get up to 300 loads or so a day, you might earn enough to switch over in only 475 years or so!" you add, waving a bit over her shoulder. "You'll get a popup telling you when you've got enough gold to unlock your character, no worries! In the meantime, I'll see about finding you some coworkers! Oh, hello sir," you add cheerfully to the demon male stepping past you into the room.\n\n"Hey there. I like to get right down to business, so if you'd bend over the bed and spread your asscheeks?" the demon orders with conversational politeness as he undoes the front of his leather pants, a pair of long, red cocks spilling free.\n\nYou hear the elf girl's cry of protest turning into a yowl of pleasure as you trot down the steps, grinning and shaking your head as you step outside of the building. You settle in, just character-watching Kinshire for awhile, watching the flow of players and timed NPCs... including a slow but steady stream of them into the brothel. Which eventually starts including player characters, most of whom briefly after start messaging things like 'Haha hey guys holy shit guess what you can do in Kinshire for 1c!!!!'\n\nThen you glance down the road as a pale pink elf female in chargen gear comes running up the path. She turns back and forth, then makes a beeline for the mailbox. Once she's standing next to it, her clothes suddenly disappear, leaving her in the default brown panties and band-bra.\n\nSmirking, you push off the wall and saunter towards her as she starts to dance.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGVW1x1EndB]]

"Am I still human?" you ask curiously, putting your hands against your chest and patting along it and your belly. You're very... sleek, and hairless, but your skin seems pretty normal and all. ... Your hands are very pretty. And your cock is... well, if you're really honest, that's pretty too, you think as you spread your legs to look down at it. Not like you have a lot of experience with having it, but it's all smooth and sleek too.\n\n"Ah... actually, you've become an elf," Koliel says as she rises to her feet. Is it you or does her face look a bit <i>more</i> red than before. "I'm fairly certain an elf from the Springlands as well, to judge by your coloring. So you're not too terribly removed from human, no matter what some of my more egotistical kin might say, if that makes it better."\n\n"I mean... it's way better than 'goblin' or something," you allow, even chuckling a little as you stand up. "I don't feel... too awkward, at least," you admit, even as you try to casually cover yourself with your hands.\n\n"Good, it seems the spell was cast correctly, other than my... incorrect assumption." Koliel sighs a bit.\n\n"At least you can't get it wrong with the other three, right?" you say drolly. "Are you going to bring them back now?"\n\n"Unfortunately my reserve of magical power only allows me to cast one such powerful spell each day, even from a scroll. I'll have to bring the others back gradually, as we travel back to Purnaster." She sighs again, then shrugs. "For now, there's a stream nearby, why don't we go bathe?"\n\n"Uh, what about clothes?" you ask sheepishly.\n\n"Unfortunately everyone's equipment was destroyed in the fire. I'll loan you my belt and loincloth, if you like," she says, reaching her hands for it, which you hurriedly decline. "In that case I'll simply have to do some hunting and make some basic attire for everyone as we go. I suppose it's true that we can't reenter Purnaster nude." From the slightly annoyed pout-frown on her face, she finds that annoying in itself. "But for now, please, I'm eager to apply some balm, and I'd rather neither of us was alone."\n\n"Oh, yeah, right, sorry," you murmur, following along after her as she heads for the stream.\n\nSoon she's standing knee-deep in the running water, rubbing herself with some sort of oily-looking concoction that apparently soothes her burns away instantly, leaving pale, clear skin again. You, meanwhile, take a look at your reflection... long straight just-past-shoulder-length hair in the same warm, dark brown color as Koliel's, eyes an almost maroon in color, and... yeah, you're very pretty. You would, in fact, be just your sort of preference in pretty-boy, if you weren't... y'know, you. You shift a bit to sit on the rock, dipping your feet in the water and almost idly looking over at Koliel.\n\nYou find yourself staring as her oiled body glistens in the sunlight, breasts swaying gently as she turns and raises an arm, rubbing the balm along her side, displaying just a glimpse of her hairless mound to you from this angle. When she turns back to rub the other side, her breasts are alluringly glimpsed from the sides, her pert bubble butt shown off to you. You always thought Koliel was hot, maybe were even kind of attracted to her, but you never found her so... stunning. It's strange, it feels like more than simple arousal... even though you are, for the first time, experiencing the strange sensation of your cock rising up and growing into a long, slender, slightly curved pillar of eager flesh... it's like something in your chest has been gripped and is being pulled towards her. \n\n<hr>\n[[Go to her.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Just sit there staring.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Try to calm down.|GGMonk]]

You purse your lips, looking him up and down briefly. You even shift in place atop him slightly, and are unable to help smirking a bit again as you feel him reacting through his robes, his cock stiffening below you. Hm, not bad. But it helps you to realize something as well.\n\n"Nnnno... no, I don't think so," you say slowly, watching him try to hide his flinch. "This is your little pleasure escape, isn't it? Full of luxuries, indulgences, vices. There's no way that someone like you, having expended so much time, resources, and riches on an escape would then ruin your ability to enjoy it by making themselves go through all that for every little thing." You watch his eyes shift to the side a bit, and hm. "I'm close, but... ah. Ah." Your lips curl up in a smug grin. "The traps are all real, but you'd make yourself a key, wouldn't you? One that would let you breeze in and out and do whatever you like without even thinking about it. All tied into something you wouldn't even think about needing to put on or wear, like..." Your eyes roam across him briefly, before your gaze fastens on the small round gem piercing one of his ears. "Like that."\n\n"No!" he blurts, face briefly showing naked fear as you reach over to undo the clasp and pluck the gem from him.\n\n"With this, I can do as I like, can't I?" You smile down at his sulky expression. You've hit it on the head. Now that you've got the key to the castle...\n\n<hr>\n[[He's useless.|GGRogue14x1]]\n\n[[He could still be very useful.|GGRogue13x4]]

Probably best not to take chances, arrogance is the downfall of many a thief, right? You find a lower rooftop that gives you a good angle of approach, then throw yourself forward over the spiked top of the gate, landing in a roll and coming up already running, dashing across the darkened yard and whirling to put your back up against the wall before sinking into a squat. You take a long look around to make sure you haven't attracted any attention, listening closely for sounds of movement either outside or within. Not catching anything, you lean down and take a closer look through the window. Looks about like what you'd expect from a basement in this setting... a lot of wine racks, some crates and barrels, looks like every NPC house storage you've ever looted in Skyrim. Hm... better check the window for traps, though.\n\nAt the thought, your hand dips reflexively into the pouch at your side and comes up with a pair of goggles. Ah, these must be what you use to check for magical traps! Slipping them on, you take a close look at the window and its frame, looking for traps either mundane or fantastical. But after a bit all you can find is a slight, permanenced 'slick' spell, probably done so that the hinges and whatnot won't have to actually be maintenanced to stay dust-free and silent. Heh, silent works for you! Putting the goggles on, you undo the surprisingly simple lock, then swing yourself in through the window feet-first.\n\nYou can't quite suppress a yelp of surprise when your legs strike an invisibly barrier a bit inside the window, the jolt knocking your lower body downward and yanking you off-course, sending you dropping. You make an instinctive grab for the windowsill, only for your fingers to slide right off it with a faint wet feeling... the slick spell! You try to brace to land properly on the floor, only to jerk and wind up even more off-balance as you drop right through it as if it weren't there. Instead you strike against a stone tunnel at an angle, rocketing down it with a speed and sensation that says it's been slicked-up too. You can feel yourself curving and twisting back and forth, until there's a sudden drop and you plummet downward, striking a stone floor jarringly and laying there stunned, groaning quietly over the sound of stone grinding on stone.\n\nBy the time you manage to get your wits about you and stand up, it's to find you're in a small, completely featureless stone room. There's no sign on the ceiling or walls of the tunnel that must have dropped you here, nor of any exit. Pushing down the urge to panic, you walk over to a wall and run your hands along it, looking for any seams or latches. Nothing. There's no grates or openings, either, just a ten foot by ten foot room as bare and empty as a DM's soul.\n\n"Well well well. It seems I've finally snagged myself a thief."\n\nYou jump at the low, almost sultry male voice that suddenly booms from everywhere around you, as if it was coming from every single surface of the room at once. "Uh, heeeey, I think there's been a mistake-" you start.\n\n"Oh, no mistake. You were sneaking in through the basement... hardly the actions of some upright citizen. Besides, whatever your intentions were, they're irrelevant now," the voice cuts in. "You've been trapped. And now there's only one way out. You see, when I was originally assigned to this post, I grew quite bored. So I had my spellcasters create a little... entertainment maze for me down here. Something to catch thieves in. Alas, all I've been able to put through it were a few street rats snagged for tests, but you seem like you might actually be a competent sort, so this should be more fun than they were."\n\nOh great, you've been caught by the fantasy equivalent of an aspiring supervillain. "And what if I don't want to go through your maze, huh?" you ask, scowling. \n\n"Then stay exactly where you are. Forever," the voice answers evenly. "Oh, and I do mean 'forever'... you see, I took into account that if this room did snare an intruder, I might be too busy to notice or attend to it for awhile... you merely happened to catch me in the midst of some light reading. But the walls are enchanted with a sustenance and age resistance spell. Stay down there a week, a month, ten centuries, you'll still be in the exact same condition you are right now. Well, physically, anyway. I certainly can't guarantee your mental state. So what will it be, girl? You can try the maze, and if you make it through and entertain me, I'll even reward you and let you go free at the end. Or... you can stay in this box until I think you're ripe."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to run the maze.|GGRogue16x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGRogue]]

"I guess I'll take, y'know... the guy who needs to have offspring, his mission," you decide.\n\n"Gotcha!" Kariel plucks something out of the air... a small red leather-bound journal... and passes it to you. "Here y'go, that's everything you need to know."\n\n"How do I find him?" you ask, holding the journal in both hands firmly, afraid you might drop it if you don't.\n\n"The mission journal is tied to him, just focus on it and you'll pop right over to him."\n\nYou nod, then close your eyes and focus all your attention on the feel of the book in your hands. You feel your wings fluttering at high speed and a faint rushing sensation. You tuck your legs up reflexively as you open your eyes, and find you're floating in midair in an apartment.\n\nIt's... not a very nice apartment. It's not a hole by any means, but it's just fairly spare and basic. Not a trash heap but not particularly clean either. You quickly spot what must be the target of the mission sitting at his computer desk. Yup, definitely 'a bit of a schlub', as Kariel put it. He's... portly, putting it kindly, with scruffy, somewhat overlong hair, a few days' growth of still stubby beard, and wearing a slightly too small shirt and baggy shorts, both of which look like they're at least on their third or fourth day of wear. Peering over his shoulder finds that he's fixated on some MMO you're not familiar with. Hoo boy, Heaven thinks it's vital that this guy procreate? Well, yours is not to question why. Yours is just to... fuck this guy. It's actually starting to sink in that yes, you're going to have to possess some woman and get impregnated by a guy. Maybe you're settling into your cherub nature, because while the idea is still rather strange, it doesn't bother you much.\n\nYou open the journal and begin to read through it. It has a summary of the guy, Hal Haberbrook, and his life, which is pretty unremarkable, as well as a somewhat longer statement of the mission. It also offers a few points and suggestions. One is that the conception really needs to occur ASAP, so possessing Hal and trying to whip him into shape enough that he can get a girl on his own merits is strongly discouraged. (Sorry Hal.) It does however offer a short list of suggestions of who you could possess to insure he knocks someone up by the end of the day.\n\nOne suggestion is his [[sexy next door neighbor|ChJa]]. Hal is aware of her, having seen her about on a few occasions, but from the summary it doesn't sound like she's even vaguely aware of his existence, since he's overall a quiet, unintrusive presence in the building. At least you wouldn't have to go far, right?\n\nAnother is [[his landlord|ChJa]], the woman that owns the building. Older than the neighbor, but still well within child-bearing years, and hey, she's already well-off, which is good since from what the rest of the mission says, you'll have to stay in her body until the kid is at least eighteen and thus ready to live their own life.\n\nThe third option is that his shower is broken (well maybe that explains a few things, you'll at least give him the benefit of the doubt), and there's [[a female mechanic|ChJa]] at the company that handles the building's repairs that you could possess and have take the job.

Normally, hanging out with a girl as hot as Maya would have you tongue-tied and sweating. She's very pretty and very goth, her hair dyed jet black save for two stripes of almost neon purple in the bangs, hanging down past her shoulders, and she usually wears black or dark purple lipstick and rather snug black shirts that show off her full C-cup breasts, and rather tight black jeans too (or in the case of today, cutoffs, since it is pretty warm). Luckily you've known her for long enough and been exposed to her even hotter older sister Baal enough times that you've built up a little bit of immunity. Sometimes you have to remember when you knew her as the short little tomboy with scabby knees when you have situations like today, where you're alone with her in her bedroom.\n\n"I don't know, what is there to do?" Maya sighs as she flops back onto the bed, chest jiggling just a bit as she does, making you quickly gain an interest in looking at her bookshelves.\n\n"I came over here because I thought you'd have ideas," you point out from where you're sitting on the floor, looking back over when you figure any hints of motion are probably passed.\n\n"Yeah, yeah." She sighs heavily again (she's done that a lot since she went goth) and sits up again, leaning back on her hands. "Alright, let's think. We could go to the [[mall|QOMaya]], or the [[swimming pool|QOMaya]], or the [[park|QOMaya]]..."\n\n"So all the same old stuff then," you answer with a sigh.\n\n"Mm. Well, we could also look through a supposed '[[magic book|QOMaya1x1]]' my sister left me when she moved out for her new job."\n\n"A magic book? Seriously?"\n\n"I know. I mean, I guess it's possible, Baal always could pull off some really amazing stuff that you wondered how she did it, like that time she won a seat on the student council even though she wasn't officially running. But it's probably just a bunch of goofy stuff. Still, kill some time looking through it."\n\n"I dunno."\n\n"Well, you have any better ideas?"\n\n"We could [[play a game|QOMaya]] or something?" you offer hesitantly.\n\n"Oooo, thrilling."\n\nYou duck your head a bit at the sarcasm in her voice. You're almost... almost... tempted to suggest the two of you [[fool around|QOMaya2x1]], just to see the look on her face. If you could actually manage to get the words out...

As much as you appreciate Kovam's group for helping you ditch the monastery, you just can't see yourself charging towards something a few hundred times your size and punching it in the toe from the first person perspective as opposed to using miniatures. You've gotta find someone that has a better plan for this... because let's face it, if you're gonna be stuck in this world, being de facto royalty wouldn't hurt, but you can't rule over a wilderness kingdom if you're scorched into a greasy spot. Nah, you'll find someone that has an idea like... dropping the mountain on the dragon or something.\n\nIt's not exactly hard to find people talking about the Great Wyrm... in fact the whole town is buzzing with it, people either openly or quietly discussing their plans. Still, by just wandering around nonchalantly and keeping your ears open you pick up on a pair of likely plans that you'd be willing to sign on board with.\n\nThere's one group that's trying to track down a [[legendary dragon-slaying specialist|GGMonk8x3]]... the very fact that they're smart enough to think 'Hey, maybe we should get a guy that does nothing but slay dragons to help us slay this dragon' is encouraging. You overhear another group talking about hunting down [[some powerful magical artifacts|GGMonk]] that could be capable of taking out the dragon too... standing back and zapping it with a death ray appeals too. Just depends which you like better.

Wincing again at that snapped order, and what it means, you nevertheless get to your feet and turn, bending forward over the desk. You've come this far... backing out now and ruining everything seems like it would just mean you sucked dick for nothing. You can't help but squirm as the owner flips up the back of your skirt, his pudgy fingers yanking down your panties in back, baring your ass and taint, the waistband left just below the base of your balls.\n\nYou bite your lower lip, unable to resist the urge to look over your shoulder. You can't quite see his cock now, but you can see him using a hand to aim himself, and feel the thick thing pushing apart your buttocks and nudging up against your virgin hole. You can't help but let out a gasp as he grabs your hair and tugs your head back with his other hand... just before he thrusts in. You let out a 'Hrrrk!' as he roughly pushes into you, spreading your ass open and pushing deeper and deeper inside you. You can hear him chuckling as he starts moving his hips, working himself in and out and deeper into you each time, driving more and more of that fat fuckstick into your hole every time.\n\nYou keep gritting your teeth, trying to glare at him out of the corner of your eye as he continues to give your hair light tugs every so often after he begins to fuck you. Then you let out a yelp as his other hand swings down and smacks your ass, prompting him to let out a low chuckle before picking up his cigar again. "Mmm, you squeeze real nice around me when I spank you, bitch," he sneers.\n\n'Just... finish up and get it over with!' you think, forcing the thought through the jumbled-up feelings of emotion, the shame, the anger, the frustration, and something else. Your body wants to feel something almost like pleasure from that thick, long cock stroking into your previously virgin hole, urging you to let go and enjoy getting fucked despite not liking guys in the least, and definitely not liking the blackmailing scumbag pounding your ass even if you did. Your cock, at least, is apparently still on your brain's side, limp and wobbling beneath you even as the owner's balls slap against yours.\n\nYou're half zoned-out, drifting on that strange mixture of disgust and almost-pleasure, when the owner suddenly grunts and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you. You gasp at the feeling of warmth and wetness spreading inside, the strangeness of it trying to push you towards pleasure. In truth, you wind up feeling-\n\n<hr>\n[[-relieved.|CC]]\n\n[[-orgasmic.|CC]]

You spend most of your days in a haze of pleasure, hung suspended in the milking rack. The milking machine observes a pattern of one hour on, during which you're constantly cumming from your udder and balls being drained, and one hour off, during which you hang in the rack panting and squirming, feeling your balls slowly begin to ache again and your udder to swell up and tighten as they refill, until you're mooing in eagerness for the machine to start up again.\n\nEvery so often, your head will clear, providing you a brief period of human thought. Every time you feel the shock of realizing that you're in bondage and have a fat, sloshing cow udder hanging down from your belly. At these times you struggle against your restraints or plead for Kevin to listen and help you... but looking over at him shows that every time his eyes are glazed and largely blank, and he gives no response to your entreaties other than a recording-perfect cow's low. (You sometimes wonder if he ever goes through the same thing, getting ahold of himself and trying to get through to you, with you just mooing back to him.)\n\nOf course, every time this happens, eventually the machine turns back on. And then you find yourself gritting your teeth against the intense pleasure that floods your body, your eyes rolling as your teats wobble beneath you as they're sucked, your stiff prick swelling to fill its plastic sheath as your balls are drained. You thrash and squirm in your restraints, a tight sound keening in your throat as you're forced into a constant unwilling orgasm. Usually your mind goes away again at some point in the next hour, your whimpers and noises of attempting to hold back turning back into animalistic grunts and long moos, but every so often, like today, you manage to hold on through one, or even multiple, suck-sessions. \n\nYou pant heavily, slumped in your restraints as you watch the machine hooked up to the clear cannister in front of and between the stalls give a soft 'bing'. The tube at the top detaches and lifts up, and part of the wall slides down, a waft of cold air hitting you as a robotic arm swings out. It picks up the cannister full of the collected cum and milk from yourself and Kevin, and swings it over, slotting it into one of the refrigerated nooks in the wall, a different connecter sliding down from above to hook up to it. You can see some of the creamy white already getting sucked out, even as the robotic arm slots an empty cannister into place and the tubes from the milking machine reconnect. Then the wall panel slides closed again.\n\nSeveral minutes later, the door swings open, and you manage to crane your neck enough to see Tandy sashay into the room, sipping from a tall, frosty glass. "Mm-mm! Still so delicious after all these years! Of course, you two are still just as cute and lithe as you ever were, hm? Magic is wonderful, isn't it? And oh my, someone's certainly looking bright-eyed today!" she adds as she steps up, leaning forward a little to more easily meet your gaze.\n\n"P-please! Let me out!" you whimper. "I don't wanna be a cow anymore! I wanna go home!"\n\n"Oh but Bessie, don't be silly!" Tandy replies in a scandalized tone, as if hurt by the very idea. She puts her free hand to her half-covered tits as if to emphasize her shock. "This is your home! I'd be just heartbroken if my little cow-boys left me! And my shop would do more poorly as well! Why, my rich whole milk has become a major selling point... people don't just come in for the milkshakes with it, they come to drink it straight-up! Including a lady who looks a bit like you, she's one of my regulars," she adds with a giggle, making you blanch a little. "Hmmm, in fact, maybe it would be a good idea to step up production," she muses, stepping around in front of Kevin, and moving her glass to his lips, starting to tilt it. "Here, Clarabelle, have some of your own product! Well, and Bessie's too," she adds, glancing at you and winking.\n\nYou stare, eyes widening as the dull-eyed Kevin's throat visibly works, some of the mingled milk-cum dribbling down the sides of his chin as he swallows. That's not what has you trembling though... it's that his skin starts gaining large black splotches, and that his already half-full udder quickly fills completely, the pink skin taut... and then swelling further, hanging down heavier underneath him, continuing to bulge outward until it's almost twice the size it once was. You watch, too, as his ass swells, growing larger and more round, a long, thin black-and-white-splotches furred tail with a tuft at the end pushing out from above it. When Tandy finally lifts the glass from Kevin's lips, he gives another completely animal moo, his eyes somehow more blank than ever. Somehow, you don't think he'll ever be coming back.\n\n"Your turn!" Tandy says cheerfully, stepping over in front of you with the half-full glass.\n\n"No! No please! I don't want t-!" Your voice cuts off as the chilled glass bumps your lower lip, and the smell of the milk hits your nose. Immediately you part your lips, and start gulping eagerly as Tandy tilts it to start dribbling the thick, chilled liquid across your tongue. It smells and tastes so good, you can't help it! You can feel some of it dribbling down your chin... but most of it flows down your throat and fills your belly. You can see the black splotches appearing on your hands, and you can feel your own udder quickly grow overfull, aching as it stretches further and further with the ever greater load of milk in it. You wriggle and squirm in your restraints, making your slowly fattening ass jiggle, your new tail lashing back and forth over it. Finally Tandy pulls the glass away, and you gasp, the first words out of your mouth, "Mmmmilk me! Mmmmmilk me! Pleeeeease mmmmmmilk me!"\n\n"Of course, Bessie," Tandy chirps as she steps around behind you. You cry out ecstatically as there's the whir and hum of the milking machine starting up, your milk veritably gushing into the suction cups and through the tubes. "We'll just leave these on twenty-four seven from now on, shall we?" Tandy adds, right before pushing her cock into you.\n\n"Mmmooooo!" you squeal delightedly as your owner starts to fuck you, your ass jiggling almost as much as her tits as her hips slap against you. "Mmmooooo, mooooo, mmmmmooo!" you continue blurting out, the sound gradually becoming less and less like a human imitating a cow and more like, well, a cow, your throat letting out the inhuman lows naturally as your tongue juts out. And as Tandy thrusts forward and spills her load into you, the light of sentience goes out in your eyes for the last time, replaced by flat, bovine dullness as you low in your own orgasm.\n\n"There, all better," Tandy chirps as she slides her cock out of you, cum dribbling from your well-fucked hole along your taint and over your balls, pooling here and there around the rubber ring suctioned to your crotch. She steps forward and ruffles your now cow-patterned hair. "No more human mind telling you not to enjoy yourself, eh, Bessie?" At your responding moo, she giggles. "Yes, that's what I thought. Well, my little cow-boys, you just have a good night of producing milk for Mama, and I'll see you in the morning. I'm glad you're not lonely," she adds cheerfully as she heads for the door. Once there though, she pauses. "Hm. Though I'm starting to get requests to actually sell gallons and even ship this out to stores. If that happens, I'm going to need more cows." She glances over her shoulder. "Hm. Maybe that pretty lady that looks like Bessie... and the blonde that has Clarabelle's eyes."\n\nSmiling in anticipation, the witch slips out and closes the door behind her.\n\n<b>Tandy's Candy</b> end - <i>The hard life of a cow-boy</i>

Fear driving you, you climb into the pod and lay down, trembling in the padding as you hear another one of those distant impacts. After a few seconds, the top of it swings down and clicks closed around you. After a moment, a somewhat disturbingly upbeat synthesized female voice speaks out.\n\n"Welcome to your Vault-Tec cryopod. Cryopod systems prepping. Cryopod systems ready. Systems synced with early warning systems. Vault doors will automatically close two minutes ahead of nuclear strike for maximum safety."\n\nYou swallow hard, hoping against hope for the next three minutes... and feeling your heart drop as you eventually see the doors start to slide closed. You take a deep breath, trying to keep calm and convince yourself it will be fine... your parents were apparently prepared for this, maybe there's some other mini-Vault at their offices, and they weren't even coming in the first place. At least that's the last thought on your mind as the voice begins counting down to activation, and you feel a chill pass over you.\n\nJust like that, though, it's gone. Your skin still feels pebbled beneath the tight suit and your nipples are feeling stiff, but you're already starting to warm back up. You blink repeatedly, since it seems like nothing happened, and yet the door is swinging open and the voice is speaking again.\n\n"Thank you for using a Vault-Tec cryopod. You have been asleep for approximately two hundred and three years and six months. It is 1:13 PM. Ambient radiation levels are stable. Water table is still contaminated but survivable to drink. Current weather, fifty-nine degrees Farenheit and cloudy, with scattered showers in the Deviville area around midnight."\n\nYou sit there, stunned. Literally between eyeblinks, over 200 years have passed. You open and close your mouth a few times, then just rub at your face. This is all so surreal. You swing out of the cryopod and stand up, feeling just a little sluggish.\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to get out of here.|GGFO]]\n\n[[Wait, you're forgetting something.|GGFO1x2]]

"N-no way I'd ever let another guy fuck me!" you splutter indignantly. "My ass is off-limits! Didn't that great fucking I just gave you show that I'm all manly-man, baby?!" you add, trying to puff your chest up even where it's still pressed against her tits.\n\n"Oh?" Her smile turns positively wicked now. "Well then. I suppose if dear Maxxon can't fuck your ass, I'll have to let him fuck your pussy instead."\n\n"Wha?! Hey!" you yelp as you feel another injector being pressed against the back of your neck. Rather than fading and then showing up elsewhere, the heat of the injection quickly spreads through your entire body, suffusing it with a strange tingling and tensing sensation. You try to pull away from Arana, but apparently she's far stronger than she looks, and that lock of her legs around your thighs and her arms around your middle hold you firmly in place. Your struggles turn to confused writhing as you begin to gasp and moan at the strange sensations in your body, feeling it start to change. Your cock starts sliding out of her pussy as it shrinks, your balls pulling up tight against your body and beginning to get smaller and smaller as well. Your flat chest begins to swell out, pressing into Arana's tits in a whole new way as your slender pecs gradually turn into perky tits. Those perky little tits quickly begin to grow larger and fuller, though, pressing down against Arana's more and more as your waist shrinks and your hips round out. Your struggles shake your ass in the air as it begins to round out and take on a layer of padding, swaying a bit with your motions.\n\nSoon your cock has gone limp as it shrinks down past its original size, then smaller, becoming baby-like before disappearing entirely. You gasp at the strange sensation of feeling a new hole opening up between your legs, your crotch reshaping itself into full pussylips that almost instantly plump up and dampen, arousal running down your thighs as they reshape into feminine fullness. Your moans and cries at the strange and somehow pleasurable sensations begin to get higher and sluttier as even your throat reshapes, your face shifting and taking on womanly contours. Your muscles are obscured and replaced by feminine sleekness, the body of someone who spends more time on their back than in the gym. Finally the sensations fade and leave you panting and shivering, still clutched atop Arana, tits every bit as big as hers keeping you propped up higher against her as she holds you in place.\n\n"Now let's see how much of a manly-man you are, hm?" she says with a taunting laugh, your head jerking to the side as you feel strong hands gripping your newly full and round ass to squeeze and knead. You try to struggle as you see Maxxon behind you, his chiseled face and well-formed lips showing a smug, lopsided grin as he moves closer into place.\n\n"No! No please!" you plead in your newly female voice, even the panicked begging somehow forced to take on a sensual tone, as his hands slide from your ass to grip your slim waist. And then, all at once, that monster of a cock is thrusting into your brand new pussy, making your eyes roll up in your head and your teeth grit at the intense wave of pleasure and the immediate female orgasm that slams through your body. Your cunt gushes an impressive amount of girlcum all over his glistening, smooth balls, your pussy trembling around his girth as he grinds against you, his booming voice giving a low chuckle as he works his hips against your round butt.\n\n"Don't bother trying to hold back, my dear," Arana coos smugly as Maxxon begins pumping into you, rocking your curvy body against her equally lascivious one. "Your new body has been specifically engineered as a perfect plaything for men. You'll soon find you're quite addicted to their cocks and capable of taking pleasure from having them shoved in you wherever the man cares too. Mm... I say 'capable', but more 'forced to'," she adds, before leaning her head up and forward, adding in a sultry whisper, "And of course, you've been made quite fertile."\n\n"N-no," you barely manage to protest through your own moans, even as your hips start shaking and bucking like an eager whore's, working you back against the thrusts of the mammoth cock bulging out your smooth stomach. "No, p-please, don't knock me up! I'm a guy, a guy, don't knock me uuuuup!"\n\n"Enjoy lying to yourself while you can, slut," Arana answers with another delighted laugh, giving a little cooing moan of her own at the feel of you being driven against her body as Maxxon begins fucking you harder, making you yowl and shriek as he forces even more gushing orgasms out of your eager cunt. "Because the mind is the plaything of the body, and your body wants nothing more than to be the breeding sow of my crew!"\n\nAnd as Maxxon slams forward and begins pumping what must be at least a gallon of thick, potent cum into you, your mind begins to break. Some part of your new body <i>knows</i> it's being knocked up, and that knowledge makes the orgasm that hits you an almost literal brainscrambler. Your cry is something less than human as your eyes roll up in your head and your tongue juts out, your entire body trembling as you cum over and over again, the orgasms overlapping and driving rational thought out of your head, replacing it with pleasure at being a knocked-up slut for this huge-cocked adonis.\n\nA few minutes later, you're laying face down on the bed, arms flumped at your sides, your body twitching and shuddering involuntarily with small aftershock orgasms. Your legs are lightly spread, showing off your well-fucked pussy, thick globs of cum still oozing steadily from between the slightly-spread lips. You can faintly hear Arana as she speaks, some inner part of your brain that's not completely broken by pleasure processing her words.\n\n"We'll put a seal on her pussy until after she has the child in a month or so. The men will just have to be satisfied with her other holes until then. After she's had one or two high-class offspring from the upper ranks of the crew, she can start getting knocked up by the lower decks. Probably produce at least ten new males every year. Breeding replacement crew in-house will be so much more effective than recruiting them, don't you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BadCypher4axEnd2]]

"Yes, alright, it's right here," you admit with a sigh.\n\n"Alright, sir, then please take a moment to read it. I'll remain on the line to answer any questions you have afterwards."\n\nScowling, you nevertheless begin reading.\n\n<center><b>Before donning costume</b>\nplease be aware that it will alter your body\nfor full cosplay authenticity. This is high\nquality magecraft, brought to you in the name of\nthe best and most accurate cosplay. The spell will\nlast from the donning of the costume until\nsunrise, usually.\nTo avoid issues, please heed the following:\n* Avoid becoming separated too much from costume. Under no circumstances should costume be entirely lost, destroyed, or should other clothing be put on over it or instead of it.\n* Avoid overindulging in sexual intercourse. Too many orgasms may convince your body its new configuration is accurate.\n* Avoid mingling magics from other enchanted costumes or alteration spells. This can produce unexpected side effects.\n* Some costumes, especially the Full-Grade Accessorized costumes, may attract magical entities that fit with their dynamic. Please be aware and prepared.\n</center>\nYou stare at the slip of paper for a few moments more, then sigh again. "Okay, so, the gist of it is, as long as I follow these rules, I'll turn back into myself when the sun comes up, right?"\n\n"Yes, sir. The costumes are reusable as well, so you can wear it as often as you like without worry, as long as you continue to heed the safety guidelines."\n\nYou can't help but ask, "What's this last one, about 'magical entities'?"\n\n"I wouldn't worry about that, sir, while the Bouncy Kunoichi costume is technically a Full-Grade Accessorized one, since the accessories don't have a lot of magical power in them the chances of that happening are very small. Well, is that all, sir? Is there anything else I can do for you?"\n\nYou glance down at your big barely-covered boobs, still not sure how you feel about this.\n\n<hr>\n[[Demand to speak to her manager.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Stay in.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Go to the party.|BuddyOct]]

You're not sure you can leave the house like this. What if you got pulled over? The cop would either arrest you for driving without a license in a "stolen" vehicle, or lock you in the loony bin for insisting that your license was really you. Instead you hastily look at the phone number for the shop, grabbing your cell and dialing. As you wait impatiently, you absentmindedly yank the straps of your costume back into place on your tits.\n\n"Cosplay Casbah, we'll make your costume a reality," Atalanta's crisp voice answers on the second ring.\n\n"Tell me about it!" you snap, before wincing and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry, just... look, I know that sounds crazy, but when I put one of your costumes on, my... my body changed and I turned into a woman!"\n\n"Oh dear, that wasn't supposed to happen," Atalanta's voice says in a soft murmur. Then, a bit stronger, "Unless of course you bought a female costume, then in fact that was exactly what was supposed to happen."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek.\n\n"Sir. Please," Atalanta huffs. "My ears are quite sensitive. If you weren't aware this would happen, I understand being upset, but please don't yell into the phone."\n\nYour face twists as you consider several epithets, but finally huff. "Fine. Sorry. What do I do?"\n\n"There should be a small piece of paper in the box that says 'Before donning costume' at the top, which you really should have read first, sir," she says in a mildly scolding tone. "Unless, of course, it is not there, in which case it is our error and we will send someone right over to resolve the situation as quickly as possible."\n\nTwitching, you nevertheless head over to the box. You almost immediately find what she mentioned... a small rectangle of glossy paper that does indeed say 'Before donning costume' at the top. You now remember seeing it and not paying attention because it didn't seem to be actual instructions, and you thought it was the equivalent of a mattress 'do not remove' tag or something.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fess up.|BuddyOct7x2]]\n\n[[Lie.|BuddyOct]]

You're about as far from everything familiar and safe as you could possibly be... but you just don't feel like you have that level of quit in you. Something about the way the Commander says 'coward' just smacks something inside you and makes it snarl and snap. That's not going to be you. You decide to not even look at the small handful of other people that raise their hands and call out, nor at the more normal-sized suited figures that materialize out of the mist to round them up and lead them off. Two of them also pick up the crumpled, immobile form of the Hissian that collapsed... you wonder if he counts as automatically volunteering for the Service Corps, if he's still alive. \n\n"I guess the rest of you are that particular variety of stupid we call 'brave', so welcome to Thirty-Six," Connors barks out. "Alright, on my right is Lieutenant Basdot, on my left is Lieutenant Eskabar. I am God and they are my highest archangels, think of us that way and be appropriately terrified should our attention turn to you. Now, we're going to take a walk over to the nearest Rally Bunker. You will be seeing a lot of those, they will become your best and possibly only friend. During our stroll, keep in sight of myself and my angels, and preferably each other. If you see rapidly flashing lights, that is the perimeter border, which as you will call from my very instructive and thoughtful speech is also the border between life and death. Alright, get your shit moving," she concludes as she turns and starts walking.\n\nYou move with the rest of the group, sort of half-shuffling half-jogging in a futile attempt to keep warm as the trio of F.E.A.Rangers leads you along some path presumably only they can see. You wonder how good Connors' suit must be... she's the least covered out of anyone here, but she also seems the most comfortable and at-ease. (Possibly with the exception of her 'angels', but then it's pretty much impossible to tell anything about them.) Or maybe she's just been here so long none of this bothers her anymore? Though you don't see how that's possible, if she's the human she looks like. You almost jump a little when someone pats you on the back, and you look up to see that it's the white-haired guy from your transport. He points off to one side and you look... there, raised up on poles that are about nine feet high, are rapidly-twinkling lights that flash through so many colors so rapidly that it feels like they need a seizure warning. Then you jump a little again as an orange-coated form suddenly breaks off from near the edge of the group and sprints towards the line formed by the poles. \n\nYou're expecting to see them get shocked, or maybe even shot, but the trio of armored forms just stops and turns slightly, placidly watching the convict run. Almost immediately after passing one of the light poles he disappears into the mist... and then screams. And screams. And <i>screams</i>, voice rising and undulating, reaching a register that you didn't think should even be possible for a living thing. There are also... wet noises. Your brain doesn't so much conjure imagery to go with them as an impression... a feeling about how awful what must go with them is. And yet, long after the wet noises are followed by sickening crunches, and slurping noises, the screaming just seems to go on and on, until it finally fades away as if a breeze had come along and blown it off somewhere else like a dust cloud.\n\n"There's always one," Basdot rumbles in a deep, slightly thick voice, both he and Eskabar chortling heartily. Connors snorts and grumbles "Dumbass" before calling out, "Show's over, take that to heart and let's get moving, yeah?"\n\nCertainly this time the group seems a little more eager to move, and if anything clumps up tighter together, some of the earlier reticence and distaste for the others having been blown away by the sound of those screams. Eventually a tall, dark metal wall comes into view, a pair of heavy doors sliding open in front of Connors as she approaches. Inside there's a large, mostly empty room with nothing but a handful of concrete walls of varying heights and lengths scattered about. Once everyone is inside, the doors close, and a green light sweeps across the room... it makes your bones ache faintly and your teeth hurt, but that passes fairly quickly once it's gone, leaving only the rest of the aches and soreness caused by the punishing environment outside. Only once the light's done and there's been a brief pause do the trio lead you into the next room, which is a large area that looks like a cross between a locker room and an armory, with numerous 'cubbies' full of orange gear and multiple weapons.\n\n"Alright, fodder, I have things to do, so I'm leaving you in Eskabar's capable hands," Connors announces. "And if anyone's still thinking about any funny business, even after that little display at the perimeter, I'll thank you to note that the Lieutenant is an Alpha Taurasian and fully capable of crushing anything you've got with those hands, no matter what it's made of."\n\nWith that she and Basdot walk off, and Eskabar steps forward, the helmet of her suit retracting. Beneath it you see that she really does have horns, though one of them's snapped off about halfway and capped with gold. Her features are vaguely bovine, with dark brown fur covering her skin and thicker, scruffy black hair atop her head. One eye is dark brown, the other is covered by a black metal plate with three glowing red dots on it. "Alright, calves, listen up," she calls. Her words are accented with... well, it's obviously something you don't know, but the closest your brain can really slot to it is Mexican. "Your collars are now deactivated. We don't use trackers up here, the polar interference keeps them from working outside the bunkers anyway. Before you get cute, remember your buddy who decided to run off, and remember this: up here, disunity and disloyalty is going to get <i>you</i> killed, you get me? If it's not some ranked officer putting a bolt in your skull, it'll be one of the Fiends that you gave an opening by trying to screw everyone over. Now, go get suited up, gear's adaptive so it doesn't matter where you sit. And don't ask where the women's dressing room is, we don't have space or time for that shit up here, so just get used to a lack of tolerance for your shame."\n\n"Fun," you hear the cat-eared woman near you mutter. She doesn't exactly seem the friendliest sort, and yet you go ahead and follow along with her as people begin gradually moving to the cubby areas. There may be no official dressing room separation but it looks like the vast majority of the females and males are automatically segregating themselves to different halves of the room and, where possible, putting the rows of alcoves between each other. You stop in front of one and take a few moments to scream internally before getting back to business. Tugging at the collar really does let it open, and after glancing at it you toss it in the small bin on the floor of the cubby. Trying to just think of it like changing for gym at school, you strip out of the stuff you're wearing and start putting on what's provided... a zip-up high-collared bodysuit, heavy boots, gloves, a knit cap, and a slightly sleeker and better-fitting facemask, though you let that dangle around your neck. All of it's orange... you guess you get to be constantly reminded that you're a convict until you survive long enough to get the fancy black armor. You're kind of surprised to see there are also weapons... a rifle, a pistol (rather less fancy-looking than the one you had at first but obviously still a blaster of some kind), and a belt with a bunch of pouches and a big knife sheathed on one side, and a holster for the revolver on the other. You'd almost be hesitant to take them, like it was some sort of provocation, but no one else seems to be hesitating much... and then you think back to the screams, and you don't hesitate anymore either. Several of the other women, including Miss Angry Kitty, seem to be putting their orange coats back on as well, so you do too, before slinging the band of the rifle on over it and following a little clump of orange-clad people back around to where you were waiting before.\n\n"Looks like everybody's about done. Alright, from here we're going to your initial briefing. There one of our Brains will be telling you just what you've got yeh self into, not that it's likely ta do most of you any good. Ah, hey, wait a second," she says as she spots you, pointing a big armored finger. "You, c'mere."\n\nOh shit. Connors' comment about avoiding the attention of herself and her 'angels' comes back to mind. But you didn't even do anything! Still, it seems like it would be a bad, horrible, moronic idea to just ignore her, so you step forward and way from the others, who are now all staring at you. "Uh, yes ma'am?"\n\n"I saw your file. In for pulling a blaster on a superior officer, eh girl?" She smirks down at you. "Maybe that's the sort you are, hm? There's almost always one of those in every group too, maybe this time it's you. So tell you what, you've got your shiny new Black Ice on your hip, I'll give you a chance to use it on me. No worries, I'm not going to report you or shoot you. Free chance, girl." Eskabar smirks wider, setting her massive weapon down nearby to lean it against the wall, then thumping her armored chest with one big hand. "C'mon, take a shot. If you manage to hit me, I'll even give you a prize. No don't look at them look at me," she says, just a bit of heat entering her voice when you nervously glance at everyone else, most of whom are now staring intently at the scene being made of you. "I'm telling you, you've got a free and clear chance to take a shot at a superior officer and even get rewarded for it if you have the base fucking skill to hit a target as big as me from five fucking feet away! You gonna do it?!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Shoot.|GGSR8x1]]\n\n[[No way.|GGSR6x3]]

Yeah, you do have a bit of musical talent after all. And hey, isn't living the night life by getting out there and making money in a band exactly the sort of cool, free existence you were hoping for when you left home? You absolutely have to take a shot at this! Even if you don't become famous and rich, this seems like a great way to just live life, at least for awhile.\n\nYou circle the address at the bottom of the ad and set off towards it. You're guessing they must have regular practice hours since there's just a stretch of time listed that applicants can drop by. The address is a handful of blocks away, in a building not dissimilar from the one you're staying in, and equally run down. You knock on the door, and are a little surprised when a good-looking guy only a few years older than you dressed in fairly 'prep' style of a polo shirt and khaki pants answers. "Ah, are you here about joining the band?" \n\n"Yeah," you say a little dubiously now, but head inside as he gestures you ahead of him. The apartment inside is fairly empty, with not much more than some folding chairs for furniture besides the instruments. The other guys here are all of a similar age to the one who let you in, though their styles are fairly diverse. One is pretty heavily goth, with heavy black makeup, sheet-white skin and painted nails, shirt slumping off one of his shoulders. Another looks more biker-style, with a tight t-shirt, black leather jacket and pants, light tan skin and close-cropped hair. The fourth is sort of... neo-hippy black guy with light brown eyes and longish not-quite-straightened hair, with a tie-dyed T-shirt and denim vest, and a pair of little blue circular sunglasses. You'd probably be a little intimidated about being around so many strange older guys on their own turf, but none of them are really big and muscular like Sean... in fact, most of them have similar builds to you.\n\n"My name is Sonny, I play keyboard," the preppy blonde who let you in says by way of introductions. "This is Damien who plays bass, Joseph who plays lead guitar, and Kendrick who plays drums."\n\nThe bandmembers all give a round of greetings, to which you do your best to nod pleasantly without quite going full awkward and waving. "My name's Eric. You guys are a band, huh?"\n\n"We go by the Eclectics, yeah, since people do tend to notice." Sonny chuckles a bit before continuing. "We were all in the same music class in high school, and all had a similar ability to play a little bit of everything. After we graduated we decided to make a go of being a band. We mostly play more popular stuff, though we do have a few songs of our own... but we're mostly interested in getting hired regularly than making it big. So if we get hired by a goth bar we play emo music, if we get hired by a shots bar we play classic rock, and so on."\n\n"I get it, I figured that's why you guys had an ad in the business section instead of personals. But sounds like you've got all the major instruments covered, what do you need?"\n\n"Well, while we can all sing a bit, the one who was really good at it was our leader, Dominic. But Dominic decided he had a shot at the big time and decided to go off and compete on 'America's Next Big Talent Idol'. If we don't find another lead singer, then one of us will have to sing while also playing, and it won't be nearly as good. We've got to keep a consistent level of quality or we won't get hired." Sonny looks hopeful as he glances at you, then over at a karaoke machine that's been set up nearby. "I mean, can you sing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Actually yeah you're pretty good at it.|CC]]\n\n[[Well, you can, but it's sort of embarrassing.|CC3x2]]\n\n[[Not really, but you can play!|CC]]

"I... yeah, I can sing, but I'm usually a little embarrassed because-"\n\n"Can't be embarrassed when you're performing on stage," Joseph cuts in. He sounds kind of like he'd like to have a deep, semi-gravelly voice like Sean's, but his is a little too light and smooth for it. He picks up the microphone from the karaoke machine and holds it out to you insistently.\n\nWell. You've come this far. At least if they laugh at you and kick you out you'll be able to tell Sean you tried. You accept the microphone, waiting for the music to start... it's a fairly popular song, on the radio a lot, probably almost anyone could sing at least part of it... before taking a deep breath and then revealing your humiliating secret.\n\nYou sound like a girl when you sing.\n\nIt's not a complete vocal transformation, you don't sound like an entirely different person, but your voice definitely pitches right into the feminine range every time you try to harmonize with music. The really frustrating thing is you're really good at singing, it's just... you sound like a young woman who's really good at singing. After getting laughed out of a few karaoke parties you'd pretty much given it up, but now here you are, brandishing your girly voice for a bunch of professional musicians.\n\nOnce the song ends, you hand the microphone back to Joseph, your cheeks bright red. The others are just kind of staring at you, several trading awkward glances. Finally Sonny speaks up. "Ah, yeah, well, I mean, you're-"\n\n"Exactly what this band needs!"\n\nEveryone, including you, looks surprised as Damien speaks up. His eyes are glittering even behind his red contacts, delicate fingers coming up to brush the black hair away from one side of his face as if just to show that off. "He's perfect, guys, we should hire him right away!"\n\n"Er, Damien, I mean, y'know, he sounds like-"\n\n"I know. That's exactly why he's perfect." The goth bassist nods firmly, looking at you, then around at the others. "Honestly his pitch isn't that far off what Dominic could do, so our original songs would work, and plenty of other songs would for that range too. Our band's always just been 'that bunch of guys who can play almost anything', but if we finally decide to give ourselves a brand and a theme, we can ask much better prices. So that's why I think we should become... an otoko-no-ko band," he says grandly, spreading his hands. At everyone's blink, he glances around, then clarifies, "Crossdressers."\n\n"WHAT?!" almost everyone else, including you, blurts.\n\n"It's the novelty and visual appeal we've been missing. We can finally build a real identity and a brand to bank on. We still probably won't get world famous, but we could do better locally."\n\n"... I dunno, man," Kendrick says after a few moments of silence on everyone's part. "There's a ton of places that wouldn't hire us anymore."\n\n"Yeah but there's other places that'd be even more likely to hire us, and we could ask for higher prices. Right now we're just the live vocal equivalent of a jukebox, we could get way more money by being an actual attraction. I swear, guys, if we all do this I really think it will work." Damien certainly seems enthusiastic about it, though he apparently remembers you haven't actually agreed yet and turns to you. "Eric, if you agree, I promise I'll do everything to make our band a success! I'll even give you part of my cut, so you'll make more than the rest of us, that's how much I believe in this!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|CC3x3]]\n\n[[No way!|CC]]

Eventually you sigh and nod. "Yeah, okay. I guess I'll go along with this. If everyone else agrees, anyway."\n\nThe others look nervous, Joseph and Kendrick moreso than Sonny, who's already starting to look thoughtful. But after talking it over for awhile, eventually everyone's on board. You begin practice the next day, doing your best to get used to the idea that you're going to be singing like a girl, but more than that looking like a girl, in front of crowds no less. Probably not big crowds, the others note, but decently-sized ones. Still, Damien is so enthusiastic that he gives you a small advance on pay for the next gig, so you're able to know you'll have at least something for Sean even if the rest of it falls through.\n\n"So I mean, it seems like we're getting the songs down and everything," you note to him after a few days.\n\n"Yeah, we'd temporarily suspended taking jobs, but we've got one on Friday night that we should be ready for," he replies easily.\n\nThat makes you even more nervous, but makes it more pressing that you bring this up. "So like... what exactly are we going to do about dressing up? We haven't practiced that at all. Do I need to buy my own stuff, or...?" You make a bit of a face at the thought of shopping for girls' clothes.\n\n"I've already picked outfits out for everyone, and don't worry about makeup. I have a bunch of older sisters and they taught me plenty about all that over the years. The only thing you need to do is show up a bit early so you can get dressed and I can do your makeup and nails. Oh, and before then, stop by this place." He holds out a business card and you take it, examining it.\n\n"'Vidyagaem Hair Stylist'?"\n\n"I already gave them instructions so just tell them your name and you'll be good to go."\n\nYou shrug, and on Thursday afternoon after practice head over to the listed address. You're sat in the chair, and watch in amazement as they somehow manage to make your hair not just a different color and style, but noticeably longer. It now comes down past your shoulders and is a rich chestnut color over most of it, with a single bright crimson streak. You're a little surprised when they also give you a facial treatment and manicure, but apparently Damien prepaid for the works. You at least ask them to tie your hair back in a ponytail so it's not quite so girly before you head home.\n\nYou show up to the apartment at the appointed time to find four hot and rather diverse girls waiting for you. There's a cute blonde with long, wavy hair, a pink sweater, and a white tennis skirt with bobby socks and saddle shoes, a pretty goth girl in a netting shirt with a black tubetop on her flat chest under it with long, luscious black hair (still in a rather familiar style) and snug black miniskirt, a rather tough-looking girl wearing black and pink riding leathers and a purple tanktop, and a black girl with a light afro, peasant blouse, and long 'crushed' style skirt.\n\n"... Wow," you have to admit, staring around at the rather sheepish-looking group (except for Damien, who looks proud). Other than the flat chests, you'd totally buy them as all being women.\n\n"C'mon, your turn!" Damien calls, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the bedroom with a yelp.\n\nYou manage to shoo him out when it comes to actually putting on the clothing... he seemed so enthusiastic you really thought he was going to strip and redress you. You're embarrassed to realize that he did include a pair of scarlet side-tie panties for underwear... but you guess it's not like you could wear boxers, since the outfit does include a skirt. Luckily they're already tied so that all you have to do is tighten them once they're on, trying to ignore the naughty feeling of standing in a bedroom not your own, wearing nothing but a pair of little red panties. Of course it doesn't help that you've got plenty more girls' clothes to put on, starting with the top that's basically a high collar, a flap over your chest, and a snug band just above your belly, leaving not only your shoulders but most of your midriff and back bare. Then on goes the black pleated skirt, the decorated black vest, and the shoulder-high fingerless black gloves... and after a bit more finagling, the black thigh-high stockings with a few artful tears in them. Luckily it looks like your outfit comes with boots, and you put them on not long before Damien bustles back in.\n\nHe snags the ponytail tie out of your hair and spends awhile brushing it out, then goes to applying dark red lipstick and some other, fairly artful makeup to the rest of your face, finishing off with placing a little glittery red star decoration on your cheek. Your nails get painted up in alternating dark reds and shiny blacks, and he spends a few moments tugging on bits of clothing to adjust them before clipping multiple non-piercing earrings and caps to your ears, then thrusting you in front of the mirror. You blink at the sight of a rather punk but very adorable girl staring back at you with your eyes, your painted lips opening and closing a few times. "W-... wow."\n\n"I know, right?" Damien grins a bit wickedly at you in the mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders. "We're gonna really knock 'em dead on that stage tonight!"\n\n<hr>\n[[... Yeah!|CC3x4]]\n\n[[You... you can't do this!|CC]]

Doing your best to banish your jitters and find your enthusiasm, you give Damien a grin. "Yeah! Let's do this!"\n\nThe club is a sort of alt-rock type place, which means that most of the people in here look some level or blending of the styles you, Damien, and Joseph are using. Damien had already told you that it was a sort of light metal/"ironic" pop kind of place because he thought that's what would be most likely to really dig your band's new schtick. You have to admit the club manager makes you think he might be right... they're very attractive but very androgynous, with shortish, thoroughly-styled platinum hair and clothes that are both highly fashionable and utterly unisex. The manager helps all of you get set up, then steps out to the forefront of the stage as the lights come up.\n\n"Good evening, Pop-Up Club! Tonight for our live entertainment, we have a very special new act for you, 'Honey Trap'! I'd like you to welcome lead singer Erica, guitarist Joe, bassist Demona, Sunny on keyboard and Kendra on drums! Show us what you've got, Honey Trap!"\n\nYou steel your nerves and grip the mic as the lights shift to you and the others, waiting for the right musical cue from Joe's guitar to launch into the song Dami-, er, Demona wrote for your premier, 'Big Surprise'. After that you switch it up to something poppier but that obviously goes over well even with the more alternative crowd, 'I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It)', and then perhaps one of the more on-the-nose choices, 'I'm Not The Girl'. Most of the songs after that are either old originals from The Eclectics or more popular stuff from the club's genre.\n\nThe audience actually seems pretty into everything, which gives you a good feeling as the night wraps up. As you're standing off from the rest sipping water, the manager walks over, looking a little nervous.\n\n"Excuse me, Erica, but... the owner would like you to see him in his office."\n\nYou blink. "Huh? Is something wrong?"\n\n"No, apparently he would like to talk to you about hiring you to play some of his other clubs."\n\n"Oh!" That brightens you some. "Okay, I'll get the others and-"\n\n"He really only wanted to see you, actually." The manager pauses, then leans in, lowering their voice and resting a hand on your arm. "I really don't think you should take this meeting. I'll tell the owner that I couldn't catch you before you left, and then set up a meeting for you later, where you and the others can all come, out of costume. I think that would be better."\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, if you think so.|CC4x1]]\n\n[[Naaah, you can handle it!|CC3x5]]

"Oh dear," the white-haired guy says in an endlessly amused tone.\n\n"Eh?" You watch as the glowing line snaps inward and forms into something small, which then streaks towards you with such speed that you yelp in shock. You can feel a thump on the front of your crotch, and then in an instant you lose several feet of height and most hints of muscle tone, your bouncy chest sucking inward with similarly insane speed until your chest is completely flat, your round hips and ass yanking tight and sleek and curvy legs turning coltish.\n\n"My my, it really took to you, looks like the compatibility is good!"\n\n"U-uwah?!" you squeak. Your voice is high and cute in an entirely different way than it was before. You look down at yourself, patting quickly... your costume seems to have resized to fit your body, and when you lift the front flap to check, even the panties have resized... now hugging up a fairly modest bulge. A quick touch between your legs confirms that you've become fully male again, though you quickly pull your fingers away and drop the flap with a blush when you notice the white-haired guy is still smirking at you. "W-what happened?"\n\n"That one's called 'The Shota Special'," he answers cheerfully, holding up a finger. "And it does tend to rewrite the rest of mystic codes it attaches to. No worries, it should still wear off as normal in the morning." He puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you around, shuffling you back towards the door. "There you go, there go go, you've got your dick so please have fun at the party!"\n\n"Wait, this isn't what I-!" You're shoved out of the room and the door slams behind you, leaving you to turn and stare at it, then glance down at yourself again. "... was expecting." You sigh and hang your head. Guess there's no point to arguing. You turn and head back down the short hall, then peek around the corner. The party is of course still going on as normal, full of the same attractive, often scantily-clad people you were so eager to hit on when you raced off for this.\n\nBut now what...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to find Atalanta.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle anyway.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Try to mingle but maybe find someone your own... height.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[Find somewhere to hide out for awhile.|BuddyFHP]]

"So it's just magic dicks in this gacha thing?" you ask.\n\n"This particular one, yes," the smarmy-seeming guy says, gesturing for you to follow him as he leads you to the side and around a corner. He leads the way through a door, into a smallish room with a glowing blue spell circle on the floor. "The Dick Gacha is my masterpiece, above and beyond all previous magical achievements! ... Well, I like it the most, anyway. But here, throw your currency into the center, and we'll see what comes out."\n\nNodding, you grip your double-handful of plastic coins and then fling them towards the center of the circle. The whole thing lights up, and [[music|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaaO3Y55b6c]] fills the room as the coins disappear and a swirling band of light rises up from the edge of the array. Wow, you've gotta admit, this is pretty cool... you've seen some obviously magic stuff so far tonight, but this is the most blatantly 'look glowy stuff!' magic yet.\n\n"Here we go, it's raising into the air, your new dick is about to appear!"\n\n<hr>\n[["Hurray, random dick!"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["Oooo, that's a lot of golden sparkles!"|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[["... Why is it getting smaller?"|BuddyFHP6x2]]

You worry your lower lip as you hesitate over it, but finally realize that you have no choice. Even if you were willing to tank your own chances at succeeding as a singer, you can't just get the rest of the guys blacklisted. Shifting nervously, you finally give a small nod. "F-fine. I'll do it."\n\n"Then get over here and do it. On your knees, slut," the owner grunts, pushing further back from the desk and turning his chair to the side.\n\nWincing a little, you nevertheless step around the desk and between his spread legs before kneeling down on your stocking-clad knees as ordered. Uncertainly you rest your hands on his thighs, unable to help staring at the long, fat cock jutting up in front of your face now. God that's so unfair, how come a guy like this gets one so much bigger than yours? Trying not to make a face, you lean in and open your mouth, flicking your tongue against it just a little bit. At his vaguely chastising grunt, you force yourself to press your tongue more fully against the shaft and drag it up slowly, unable to help glancing up at his smirking face as you do, trying not to think too hard about the taste of another man's cock spreading through your mouth.\n\nYou continue licking over it, and at his grunted directions move your head to suck at it here and there. After a few minutes he grunts and slides his hands down, pulling his balls over his fly to lift them out, then resting his hand on your head to urge you downward, making you rub your face against them in between sucking and licking, the lipstick smears you've left in your wake serving as a helpful reminder that you're in a girl's position, being manipulated into getting on your knees and sucking cock for a powerful man. Of course that's even more obvious once he urges you back up and stuffs his cock into your mouth, forcing you to open wide to get the fat thing in.\n\nEvery time your painted lips slide a bit further down on his prick, which presses all over your tongue and leaves smears of pre over it and your cheeks, he seems less interested in letting you go at your own pace. His hand keeps pushing you down even more, and more firmly, making you gag as it nudges the back of your throat. But once he finally pushes you down enough that your throat is forced to bulge around it, he gives up any last hints of subtlety. Setting his cigar in the ash tray, he grabs your head with both hands and starts shoving it up and down, now just blatantly using your mouth and throat as his sex toy as you squirm and twist on the floor in front of him, your skirt swishing with the reflexive jerks of your hips.\n\n"Mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf-mmf!" Every one of his thrusts causes you to give a muffled noise of somewhere between protest and just reflexive outcry of having a cock stuffed down it. But he apparently won't be content until he's forced you all the way down, and eventually does, your chin pressing against his balls and your nose rubbing in his obviously professionally-groomed pubes as he grinds your face into his crotch. Then he resumes bucking his hips lightly, more holding your head in place now, leaving you barely able to breathe and mascara stains sliding down your cheeks with your eyes reflexively watering as you give lower, more guttural noises with his deeper facefucking. "Hgk-gk-gk-gk-gk!"\n\nFinally he shoves you all the way down, leaving you squirming and twisting again, reflexively shoving against his thighs for all the good it does you as you can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your throat, feeling heat spreading deep down your throat. Then he's hauling you back and filling your throat and then your mouth with his load, forcing you to swallow hastily before sputtering and gasping, cum running down your chin as you look up at his smirk with watery eyes.\n\n"Not bad for a start, slut. You've got a nice mouth-pussy. Now, bend over the desk... got another one of your holes to break in."\n\n<hr>\n[[Do it.|CC3x8]]\n\n[[Plead for alternatives.|CC]]\n\n[[Refuse.|CC]]

Shampoo's eyes widen further. "What... what Spatula Girl mean?!"\n\n"It's simple, I've got another Strongman Okonomiyaki all cooked up and ready for ya," you coo, resting one hand around the base of your prick and starting to stroke the shaft with the other, urging it to hardness as Shampoo winds up staring at it. "And I'm gonna give it to you, and you're gonna eat it, and get a big, fat, long, hard horsecock too, juuust like this one."\n\n"Why... would Shampoo do that...?" the Chinese girl murmurs, though you can see her face starting to become steadily more flushed, nipples stiffening under the silk of her dress.\n\n"Because you love being strong, and you'd jump at the chance to be stronger," you reply, smirking. "You and me, we're really the strongest of Ranchan's fiancees. That's how I knew that you'd want this... the strength, the power. And now that you've seen it... you want this dick." You use your hand to give your thick equine prick a shake, watching Shampoo's eyes follow it and her body shiver as you do. "You either want it in you, or you want one of your own. So I'm gonna give you one of your own, and then you and me, we're not going to be enemies anymore... we're gonna be partners."\n\n"... Partners?" Shampoo gives her head a quick shake, managing to look dubious, though she's having a hard time keeping her suspicious look on your face and not looking back down at your dick. "We become partners and do what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck each other.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck your rivals.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Fuck Ranma.|Ukyo1x7]]

"Think about it, of all the girls after Ranchan, the two of us were always th' ones willing to take him as-is," you continue, easing over to put an arm around Shampoo's shoulders as she listens to you, obviously still a bit dubious. "Never demanding he get cured first, not beating the crap out of him every time he actually shows interest in us, and not tryin'a drug him! ... Okay usually," you add with a roll of the eyes and a shrug. Then you lightly poke Shampoo's boobs for emphasis as you continue. "And we're the ones who actually feed him cooking with no ulterior motive, we're the ones who take him in when Akane kicks him out, and whatta we get for all our efforts? Pussy-teased, that's what!"\n\nShampoo is looking less dubious and more agreeable by the moment as you continue. "Do we ever actually get to fool around with him? Or even so much as a thank-you grope? No! It's been years of him eating our food and bouncing off like we're not even women! Well, I say, if he wasn't interested in us as women... that little redheaded bitch can take our cocks instead!"\n\nSlowly, the Chinese girl reaches over and rests a hand on your jutting horseprick, making you shiver delightedly as she starts stroking it gently, a wide smirk growing on her face. "Shampoo want to hear what Ukyo has in mind."\n\nThe next day, you watch with a smirk as Ranma trots up outside your restaurant and makes his way to the door, quickly tapering it down to a normal-seeming grin. The black-haired boy pushes the door and steps inside, already starting to call a greeting, only to yelp as a bucket of water comes tumbling down on her. "Cold!"\n\n"Oh, gosh, Ranchan, I'm so sorry," you coo in forced sympathy. "We've had prankers hanging around lately, they must have slipped in and done that when I wasn't paying attention."\n\n"Just figures," Ranma huffs as she pulls the bucket off her head and tosses it negligently aside onto your nice clean floors, damp silk shirt clinging to her jiggling tits as she trots forward a bit. She pauses though as she sees you. "Uh, hey, what's with the outfit, Ucchan?"\n\nA compliment would have been nice, but after all half the reason you've decided on this is that you almost never get them unless it's by accident. Still, you smile brightly and strike a little pose, showing off the gold-embroidered blue Chinese dress that's tied up the sides. Of course, one of the real reasons you're wearing it is that it's been specially made to conceal what you can feel hot and lightly throbbing against your belly. "You like it? My new besty made it for me!"\n\n"New besty?" Ranma blinks again... then looks startled as Shampoo saunters out of the back area, wearing a matching purple-and-gold qipao. "Uh, Shampoo? You and Ukyo are-"\n\n"Mhm!" Shampoo beams brightly as she makes her way up to you, both of you sauntering a bit closer to Ranma. "Shampoo and Ukyo decide no more fighting! We both find something we totally agree on!"\n\n"Uh, that's nice. Hey, y'know, I just remembered this challenge I've gotta answer, gotta go!" Ranma blurts, clearly mildly terrified at the prospect of the two of you actually getting along, the redhead starting to turn towards the door.\n\nYou and Shampoo both immediately spring forward, Ranma yelping in surprise and starting to struggle... and clearly looking surprised at the fact that she might as well be back under the 'complete lack of strength' curse for all the good it does her. Working together, the two of you are able to strip her out of her shirt, pants, and boxers, the redhead squawking in outrage and confusion as her body is bared. Then she's shoved down to her knees, tits bouncing heavily with the impact, you and Shampoo keeping a foot on the back of each calf and holding her arms up and extended with one hand each to keep her in position. "Hey!" she protests, still struggling as she realizes she's pinned, not really doing much but shaking her boobs provocatively. "What the hell?!"\n\n"Y'know, Ranma, we got real tired of you never giving us the dick," you announce, smirking down at the helpless redhead.\n\n"Mhm, Shampoo give husband maaany opportunities to give Shampoo a good fuck," your partner coos. "But if you not willing to give Ukyo and Shampoo a good dicking..."\n\nYou and Shampoo's eyes meet, exchanging a smirk, before both of you simultaneously use your free hand to grip your dresses and yank them away. The horsecocks that had been pinned against your bellies and hidden by the cut of the dresses immediately drop down, falling right across the stunned Ranma's face with heavy slapping noises.\n\n"Then Ukyo and Shampoo will just have to give you a good dicking," you complete, the Amazon giggling and shaking her hips a bit to move her cock against Ranma's face.\n\n"W-wha?! What the... what the heck?!" Ranma whimpers, clearly confused and a bit frightened by this situation.\n\n"Don't worry, sugar, you'll love it," you practically purr as you reach down to grip the base of your cock and start rubbing it against the redhead's face, Shampoo doing much the same. The two of you make soft cooing and teasing noises as you press your dicks against the squirming, wriggling, helpless redhead's face and hair, both of you letting out a laugh as you move in close and press your large ballsacks against the sides of her head as she whimpers, letting your shafts rub together as you do. Little thwaps and smacks are added in amongst comments of how much bigger the two of you are than Ranma ever was as a man. You're not entirely sure whether it's something about the treatment, or if perhaps the look and smell of such powerful, virile dicks somehow bypass Ranma's own preferences and yank some deep lust out of his now female brain, but you notice as the redhead's nipples stiffen, and her face flushes, her squirming gradually lessening as her lips part and she winds up panting and shivering. Once you notice her tongue poke out a bit, apparently unconsciously, you announce, "Okay, she's ready."\n\n"Wha?" Ranma lets out a particularly feminine yelp as she's suddenly hauled up and shoved over to a table, Shampoo forcing her to bend over it and holding her there, the redhead's tits pillowed against the smooth surface. "H-hey, what're ya doin' now?!"\n\n"Oh me and Shamps here have it all planned out," you explain as you take just a moment to enjoy the sight of your fiancee-turned-victim bent over the table, her cute ass shaking in the air and pussy glistening between her thighs. You stroke your horsecock with one hand and knead one of your tits with the other, luxuriating in a few more moments of anticipation before stepping forward. "From now on you're going to be our bitch, our slave, our fuckpet, and we'll share you fifty-fifty, no hogging. But obviously we've gotta break you first, make sure you've got no more illusions of ever being treated like a man, or for that matter a person, ever again. And I..." you continue, smirking as you press the flared head of your prick up between her asscheeks and right against that tight little pucker. "Get to go first. On account of I've been your fiancee longest."\n\n"It fair enough," Shampoo declares philosophically as a drop of pre dribbles from the tip of her own equine dick.\n\n"Wait! No way, Ucchaaaaagggnglk!" Ranma grits her teeth, eyes rolling and drool already starting to dribble down her chin as you shove your cock deep into her ass into a single thrust. Not bothering to hold back, you begin thrusting hard, driving inches more in with every thrust, until you're deep-dicking the captive redhead as she writhes and grunts and gurgles with the sensation overload, her toes pressing against the floor and unconsciously lifting her ass up and back towards your thrusts.\n\n"How's that, huh, slut?" you demand with a sneer as you grab Ranma's pigtail and yank back on it, making her shduder even more. You deliver a good hard slap to her ass in between thrusts, making her body jerk and her ass squeeze around the thick horsecock stretching it taut. "Yeah, you like that don't you? All that time going around bragging what a real man you were and you wouldn't even use your dick, and now you're bent over a table with a fat cock up your ass and big balls slapping your pussy? Yeah, you're a real man aren't you, you stupid slut?" you snort, delivering a few more good slaps to her jiggling, slightly pinked ass and making her writhe harder against the table.\n\nEventually after venting a bit more of your built-up resentment via words and some more spanking, you thrust forward, letting out a long, whinny-like moan as you start pumping thick spurts of cum deep into Ranma's ass. The redhead gurgles, her eyes rolling again as she twitches and shivers, her flat belly swelling just a little with the size of the load you're emptying into her. Of course not all of it stays in once you pull out, your still mostly-hard dick slipping out amidst a rain of cum that splatters all over the floor, her gaping, completely cream-smeared ass dribbling more of it out over her drenched, still virgin pussy. Moving around to the opposite side of the redhead, you take over pinning her arms against her back so that Shampoo can move around behind her instead. The Chinese futa slaps her meaty, equinoid prick against Ranma's pinked asscheeks a few times, before pushing into her already broken-in hole in one smooth, hard thrust, Ranma arching and giving a soft wail as she's once more filled with thick, throbbing, flair-headed prick.\n\n"Mmm, Shampoo try so hard to be good little sweet woman for husband," Shampoo sneers, delivering a spank of her own to Ranma's impact-pinked ass and again making her jerk in place, and from the soft little 'mm!' Shampoo gives, making her ass squeeze again. "And get nothing but humiliated for it. Well now husband is going to be slave-wife instead, and will learn to be a good pet for Shampoo! And Ukyo," she adds as an afterthought, flashing you a grin.\n\nSnickering, you lean forward to catch one of Shampoo's nipples in your mouth, suckling at it as she fucks your fiancee-turned-victim. You deliver a few licks to her big, jiggling breast before moving up to kiss her, displaying sweet affection for your former rival as she helps you break your former beloved with a good, rough assfucking. After some time she too gives a whinny-moan and shoves forward, and you get to watch the face Ranma makes as she has her ass filled with a proper equine load... and, you're fairly certain, cums from it. Of course, once Shampoo's pulled out, she moves to take over holding Ranma down, and you move to shove back into the redhead's formerly tight little ass, resuming your own litany of spankings and verbal chastisement.\n\nBy the time the two of you's cocks are sliding into Ranma's ass with almost no resistance, you're not even having to hold her down anymore. She just lays there flopped against the table, eyes rolled and tongue lolled out, making slutty-sounding little gasps and moans as you and Shampoo take turns fucking her. Which leaves whoever's not currently doing the fucking free to fondle the other's bouncing tits or hotdog her ass, or both. Still, it's become clear you've succeeded in pretty much completely breaking Ranma's spirit, so finally the two of you step back, Shampoo moving over to the counter to retrieve a pair of vials that she uncorks and brings back. You accept one, then both of you take a moment to admire the view of Ranma bent over the table, quivering and twitching, her ass gaping wide open with cum pooled in the lower half of it and constantly dribbling down over her pussy and legs. Then you clink your vial with Shampoo's, calling "Cheers!" before the two of you drink.\n\nThough even your equine-enhanced stamina had begun to flag, almost instantly after downing the concoction your prick surges back to full hardness... and then some, making you give a huffing, slightly animal moan as it surges up even thicker and longer than before. You can feel your balls growing heavier too, practically churning as you walk towards Ranma purposefully, you and Shampoo hefting her unresisting form up. You lay on your back on the floor, helping Shampoo lay Ranma down on you, the redhead's large tits pressing against yours as you wrap your arms around her to pin hers... more for the sense of power than that you expect any real resistance from her at this point.\n\n"W-wha...?" Ranma clearly struggles a bit to think as she's pulled into such a position. "What... are you doin' now?" she asks weakly.\n\n"The final part of the plan, of course," you chirp, mmming softly as you feel Shampoo rubbing her cock against yours, then pressing them both tightly together. "See, the last thing to do is obviously to knock you up... it's why Shampoo and I both took a special Chinese fertility potion she'd had sitting around hoping to give to you, when you were still a man. But to insure absolute fairness for both of us having the most chance to knock you up... well, it's obvious, ain't it?"\n\nRanma continues to look confused... until realization dawns, her eyes going wide. She looks to be rallying enough willpower to at least protest when Shampoo pulls her back, forcing her pussy against both her cockhead and yours. The redhead's mouth opens wide in an attempt to cry out as the Amazon's strength forces her back, her virgin cunt forced to slowly, gradually spread around two immense equine pricks, but all that comes out is a gurgling noise as her eyes roll and her tongue juts out as the flared heads pop inside her. You moan as well at feeling your cock forced against Shampoo's as inch by inch, both of them slide inside the tight confines of your pet's pussy. Like two horny boys using an onahole at once, you and Shampoo slide deeper and deeper in, Ranma's hot, sodden little hole forced to accommodate every bit of you... after this, it's obvious her pussy will be absolutely useless for anyone who's <i>not</i> literally hung like a horse, but then that's not a problem for you. Instead you start bucking your hips up into her as Shampoo starts thrusting, the Amazon able to use slightly longer strokes than you are... not that you mind, since it just means more stimulation from her cock rubbing against yours.\n\nBy the time both of you whinny and thrust into her, filling her with two loads almost as big as all the others combined, Ranma's eyes have gone glassy and her lips have curled up in a brainless, idiot smile of pleasure, her body trembling eagerly as she's knocked up, her belly already swelling in imitation of the pregnancy to come.\n\n"Shamps, this's th' beginnin' of a beautiful friendship," you coo, smiling up at your partner as the two of you's impregnated pet writhes between the press of your tits.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|Ukyo1xEnd]]

You smirk as you flex one arm, and give your hips a shimmy to make your new immense prick shake around in front of you, balls wobbling below the base of the shaft. Oh yeah... you've got a challenge letter to write.\n\nThe next day you're standing in the distant forest clearing where you set the challenge up. It's got everything you need... trees, a stream nearby, a couple of good hiding places, and a large, somewhat flat waist-high boulder that will be useful. You're just wearing your chestwraps, having dispensed with the usual shirt, and have donned a pair of particularly baggy pants that mostly hide the monster dangling down one of your legs. You also chose a jaunty scarf to tie around your head to hide your changed ears, though it's not far enough out of your usual fashion sense to draw attention, you figure.\n\nYou grin to yourself. Shampoo may not be as mad for challenges as Ranchan, but her Amazon honor will still demand she answer, so she should be here soon. You've spent the last day testing your boosted body, and you're confident that she'd essentially be yours to toy with in any real fight. Your plan is to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-trick her and take her out of the running.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-defeat her in a straight-up fight.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-demonstrate your overwhelming strength.|Ukyo1x5]]\n\n[[-put her in her place.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[-destroy her.|Ukyo]]

Yeah, that's the plan, you think as your grin grows even larger. You're going to show Shampoo just how outclassed she is now. When you're done, there will be no question she'll do exactly as you say.\n\nA few minutes later, there's a rustle in the trees just before Shampoo drops into the clearing. She's wearing a long-sleeved pink Chinese dress that comes down to just below her hips, and seems to have decided that's plenty, leaving her curvaceous legs bare as she saunters towards you, an annoyed look on her adorable face. She stops and flicks a hand through her thick purple hair. "Spatula Girl actually challenging Shampoo directly? Not even show up with big griddle arena and bunch of bombs? Is Spatula Girl trying to waste Shampoo's time?"\n\n"Oh, we don't have to fight, sugar," you scoff. "Though this is a challenge. Here, I challenge you to pick up that boulder," you say, pointing at the large rock close to you.\n\nShampoo squints at you. "Shampoo no get it. What Spatula Girl trying to prove? Spatula Girl not saying she can lift rock Shampoo can't, that-"\n\n"Just give it a try, what harm could it do?" you answer breezily.\n\nStill eyeing you suspiciously, Shampoo makes her way over to the large boulder, then bends over to find a handhold. You step back, subtly admiring the sleek curve of her thighs and the slight flash of pale purple panties as she moves. Her arms and legs go taut as she tries to lift the rock, but fails utterly. Grumbling a little, she shifts to one side, trying a different handhold, and heaving with her entire body. This time there's the tiniest of shifts in the stone's position, but no more than that despite several more all-in yanks by Shampoo. Panting, her large breasts heaving under the silk, the Amazon straightens up. "Fine, Shampoo cannot lift rock, what that prove?"\n\nSmirking, you step forward and dig your fingers into depressions in the rock. Obviously not trying too hard and with the slightest tensing of your muscles, you haul it free of the ground, the other two-thirds of the huge rock sliding out of the earth and trailing dirt, part of the new gaping hole in the ground collapsing inward. You turn and toss the rock over the trees and out of sight, before turning to Shampoo, who's staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.\n\n"Is trick!" she declares after a moment, pointing at you accusingly.\n\n"If you think so, let's try another challenge," you answer cheerfully, fully having expected that. "Pick out a tree, any tree you want, and hit it as hard as you like. Do your best to knock it down."\n\nThe purple-haired girl eyes you, then looks around at the trees. You deliberately picked an area full of old, thick-trunked ones, but after walking around and looking at them carefully, she finally comes to a stop in front of one. She carefully takes a stance, prepares her strike, and snaps fist forward, driving it into the trunk. The wood buckles, a good sizeable chunk splintering and smashing, and Shampoo steps aside as it slowly cracks, creaks, groans, and eventually falls over.\n\n"Okay, now pick out a tree for me to hit. Again, any one you like."\n\nThat just seems to make her more suspicious, but again she goes walking around. She comes to a stop in front of one that, you note happily, is noticeably thicker than the one she picked out, and points at it. "Spatula Girl hit this one, then." She smirks a little. "Shampoo will even be nice and bandage broken hand."\n\nYou smirk back as you walk over, letting her step back into the clearing to watch. Then you drive back and swing your arm forward in a slashing motion, striking with the side of your forearm as much as your hand. Your blow doesn't even smash into the wood so much as almost cut through, splinters and debris flying forward ahead of your strike. You hop over as the tree immediately tilts, crashing down to the ground atop Shampoo's downed tree within seconds.\n\nThis time when you turn back to her, the Chinese girl has gone pale, her legs actually trembling a little... hell, she looks on the verge of pissing herself as you walk back over towards her. "H-how-" she croaks, before swallowing and getting a bit of a handle on her voice. "How Spatula Girl get so strong?"\n\n"I got ahold of this very interesting cookbook," you answer breezily, reaching up to untie the scarf and let your ears spring free, then pushing down the front of your pants and fiishing out your cock to let it flop down. Shampoo's eyes widen further as she takes in the mostly-limp equine prick as you give it a few strokes, pudding-like flesh shaking. "Basically all the strength of a horse multiplying my own. And this big thing right here. And now-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-you're gonna suck it."|Ukyo]]\n\n[["-you're gonna have one too."|Ukyo1x6]]

Despite the odd ingredient, the Strong Man's Okonomiyaki seems like it has a lot of potential... and won't break your bank or completely coopt your time for something that sounds like a long shot at best. Hanging up the 'Closed' sign, you head out to a reliable butcher's shop you patron who's famous for having darn near anything whenever you want it.\n\nYou keep the restaurant closed when you return, wanting to focus on the recipe. After marinating the meat as per the instructions and assembling all the other ingredients, you start cooking, laying the ingredients down bit by bit, since the structure of the process seems to be very important. But eventually you have it completed and slide it onto one of the plates that fits into a delivery box. There! You smile as you lean in, inhaling. It actually smells fantastic and might be one of your best okonomiyaki yet!\n\nNow, the question is, take it to Ranchan, or eat it yourself? You have to admit you wouldn't really mind eating it yourself at this point... all questions of a powerup aside, it looks delicious. You almost snag some chopsticks when you realize, you haven't tested it yet. What if you made it wrong? You don't think you did, but it is the first time you've ever made something like this. Plus what if it has some sort of weird side effect it doesn't mention in the book? Maybe you should find a test subject first.\n\n<hr>\n[[Feed it to Ranchan.|Ukyo]]\n\n[[Eat it yourself.|Ukyo1x3]]\n\n[[Find a test subject.|Ukyo]]

Let's be honest, for a good portion of the time you were making this thing, you were picturing the look on Shampoo's face when you picked her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her back to China. ... Okay, it might not make you <i>that</i> strong, but if you could even finally win at armwrestling with the monstrously powerful Amazon, you'd call that a win. You settle down at one of the tables with the plate and start eating, a few quick, measured bites at first, but it's so strangely delicious that you soon find yourself scarfing it down with a speed and eagerness that would rival Ranchan.\n\nYou finish it off and sit back, satisfied that at least if nothing else, you've discovered a really delicious new okonomiyaki recipe, slightly odd meat choice aside. Then you feel a strange twitching running up your arms and legs, then spreading into your neck and belly and chest, making you jerk to your feet and sending the chair toppling backwards to clatter on the floor. You groan as your muscles continue to twitch, bulging just slightly as they grow denser, more layered, more powerful, your legs growing a bit thicker, your arms taking on obvious muscle tone. You yank open your top, staring down as your flat stomach flexes and tightens, abs taking on definition and becoming a cut six-pack, even as you can feel your ass growing both rounder and more taut.\n\nThen you cry out as a new sensation overtakes all the rest. There's a strange tense, stretching sensation in your ears... but more than that, in your crotch, the feelings much more intense there as the tight spandex hugging against the falt surface begins to bulge out with a new shape. It stretches further and further as a large shaft and plump sack begin to push their way out, pulling the waistband away from your skin as it gets bigger and bigger with every moment. Finally it overcomes the ability of your tights to stretch and the fabric tears, the thick, flare-headed shaft springing completely free and jutting out in front of you, heavy balls dropping to sway between your thighs.\n\nPanting and gasping, but unable to resist the powerful instinct now gripping you, you grab the massive horsecock protruding from your crotch with both hands, pumping it wildly and thrusting your hips against it, moaning eagerly as you fuck into your frantic stroking. Your eyes roll up and your tongue lolls out as pleasure like you've never known surges through your new throbbing prick and into the rest of your body, sending ecstasy zinging through your blood with every beat of your now more powerful heart. Completely without shame or inhibition, you start putting your entire back into your thrusts, your movements gradually dislodging the wrapping around your breasts and sending them spilling free, bouncing and jiggling as you jerk off.\n\nSuddenly your cock surges in your hands, and you let out a long, whinny-like cry as it starts shooting long, voluminous gushes of cum forward, spattering over the table, empty plate, and floor as you cum so hard you almost white out. You continue to shudder and twitch, jerking your hips a bit as you keep spurting jizz, your eyes almost entirely rolled up in your head and your tongue dripping spittle down your chin.\n\nEventually you come back to yourself, still panting and gasping for breath, your eyes readjusting, then staring down at the still mostly-hard horsecock in your hands, just a bit of limpness having set in and letting it wobble slightly with your movements. You... have a dick! A very, thoroughly equine dick! Recalling something else, you bring your hands up to the sides of your head, feeling at your ears... they definitely have a somewhat more horselike shape, though more backswept... you probably look like an elf or something. You've been changed, altered! Sure you have powerful muscles, and you can tell just from a few flexes and the way you feel that you're ridiculously stronger. Still, you have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[... find a way to change back!|Ukyo]]\n\n[[... set up a meeting with Shampoo.|Ukyo1x4]]

You've got to admit, in large part you're just really curious about this cookbook anyway. Cooking is sort of your life, and you're pretty certain you saw some okonomiyaki recipes in there, oddly enough.\n\nFlipping the pair of cooking ones onto a plate and covering them, you go to retrieve the little cookbook and flip through it. Convenient how it's in Japanese despite being a Chinese product, huh? You start flipping through it, trying to get a general idea of what might be in it that's useful.\n\nYou spot the [[Strong Man's Okonomiyaki|Ukyo1x2]]. It promises a huge boost to the eater's strength, speed, and stamina, as well as other "yang-boosting benefits". Hm, with the promise of you being able to make him powerups like that, you just might be able to lure Ranchan over to your side! Or you guess you could eat it yourself and get a leg up over the other girls... being stronger than Shampoo for once would be pretty great! You notice that the recipe calls for horsemeat, which is a little weird, but eh.\n\nThe next recipe over is the [[Mother's Milk Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently it promises boosts to "femininity and all that goes with a mother's role". You're not sure what the exact details of that would be, but you admit to nagging worries that maybe the reason Ranchan's never been completely lured by your feminine wiles is that they're not feminine enough. Maybe with this you'd finally be able to lure him in!\n\nHm, there's something it calls the [[Seductive Swirl Okonomiyaki|Ukyo]]. Apparently the ingredients are a focus on aroma and you need to lay down a very precise pattern in a very particular sauce on top of it to make it work, but whoever eats it will become hopelessly enamored of the one who cooked it! That sounds perfect! ... Maybe a little too perfect.\n\nHm. There is a similar thread in the [[True Friendship Cookies|Ukyo]]. Admittedly baking is venturing a little more outside of your comfort zone but not too far out of it, you're sure you could make cookies. Your rivalry with Akane has certainly gone smoother than your rivalry with Shampoo, you suppose in part because you can be friendly with each other. What if you made some or all of your rivals <i>best</i> friends with you? Heck, they might just give up and let you have Ranchan!\n\nThe last recipe in the book is for something it calls the [[Three Wish Muffins|Ukyo2x1]]. The recipe is incredibly complex and uses a ton of really rare and expensive ingredients, and only makes three muffins... but apparently each of those muffins entitles you to a very literal wish! It would probably take you a solid month and near-empty your bank account, but just imagine, being able to have wishes granted!

"Fine," you say with a sigh. "I'll run your damn maze."\n\n"Good!" Almost immediately there's the sound of stone grinding on stone again, though much louder this time, as part of one of the walls slowly slides inward and to the side. "Go on then, get started. I'll be watching you with great anticipation!"\n\nScowling, you set your shoulders and walk through the revealed doorway, and into a room that's at least double the size. On the three walls without a door in them are statues, one directly in the center of each, all of them elf women... or Drow women, you're guessing, from the dark stone used and the slightly more imposing set of the features. On your left, the statue is generous... extremely so... of hair, breast, and hip, with long luscious legs and in general looking more like a stylized wet dream than an actual person, the statue's expression showing a bright smile, it's flat and featureless eyes somehow seeming empty even without being blank. Directly ahead is a Drow that looks fairly normal... she's naked as well, and does have large breasts, but they're definitely not bigger than her head like the left-side statue's, her face set in a thoughtful, determined expression. On your right is a statue of a youngish Drow, probably still a child, slim and barely developed at all, with wide inquisitive eyes and a curious set to her mouth.\n\n"What kinda maze...?" you mutter to yourself.\n\n"A pervy kind!" a voice chirps from directly behind you.\n\n"GAH!" Jumping and whirling around, your knife in your hand, you stare at the sight before you. A skull carved of red stone, its sockets flickering with scarlet points of light, is hovering in the air in front of you. \n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/1JxrQFp.jpg>\n\nIts jaw moves as it continues in its cheerful, masculine voice. "Ol' Alrid's a bit of a lech, y'see. Obviously wouldn't make any sort of maze without having it be a bit on the lewd side, eh?"\n\n"... Great. And you are...?" you ask, slowly lowering your weapon and straightening up.\n\n"Name's Vix. Or title, or description, whatever. Basically I'm here to explain the challenges here in the early parts of the maze. Y'see these first few rooms, they're not just a matter of picking the right direction, you also have to challenge your brainmeats to consider questions. And rather than just writing the questions on the wall, here I am to explain them! Makes it all a bit more interesting, ya?"\n\n"So this maze comes with its own peanut gallery. Fantastic." Sheathing your knife, you let out a huff as you rest your hands on your hips. "Alright, so what's the question here?"\n\n"The question for this room iiiiiis..." Vix announces, wobbling back and forth and somehow managing to produce a drumroll sound. "What sort of woman does Alrid want to see here!"\n\nWell. You really should have guessed something like that. You turn back to the statues, frowning. Alrid's the guy who talked to you and is putting you through all this... so you don't know a lot about him other than what he's already said and the situation you find yourself in. Probably pretty safe to assume he's a Drow, from the statues and the demeanor. But what else do you know about him? Which statue would he think is the right one...?\n\n<hr>\n[[The sexbomb.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The normal woman.|GGRogue]]\n\n[[The youth.|GGRogue]]

"Mm, but having looked around, I must admit... you've done exceptionally well for a male," you muse, flitting your eyes about the cavern before looking back down at him. "You did all this yourself?"\n\n"Yes," he growls back, though his gaze looks a little confused at even the backhanded praise.\n\n"And you're not that bad down here, either," you coo, rubbing your bare, black-lipped pussy against his stiff prick through his robes, watching in delight as he shudders a little in pleasure. "A rarely talented male, and maybe one worth... cultivating. And don't tell me that you're utterly, entirely happy being left... alone," you add, giving a little grind of your hips to emphasize the word.\n\nHe muffles a groan low in his throat, shuddering a little again. "I won't be your slave," he snaps back, though you sense just a bit of uncertainty there.\n\n"Hm. But I do so like your little lair... and I admit, I think I'm starting to like you." Your eyes glow a bit more brightly with your amusement. "So... why don't we make a deal?"\n\n"What sort of-" He starts to demand, obviously almost in reflex, before cutting himself off with a hard intake of breath as you set the gem aside, instead using your free hand to brush down the front of your robe, parting the folds of it further. A few light tugs at the tie you made, and it falls open completely, baring your full black breasts, trim waist, flat stomach, and smooth, dark pussy to his view. "... deal," he manages to finish.\n\n"The deal is," you reply, slipping the knife away and setting it down, bracing your hand on the floor as you lean forward. The other slips between your legs, nimbly finding the folds of his robes and the pants beneath, freeing his stiff prick from its confinement. You watch his face with amusement as you slide back down, sheathing his length inside you... it does take a fair bit of self control not to visibly react yourself, since he really is wonderfully sized, an almost perfect fit inside your wet cunt. Still, you have to gather yourself and repeat, as you begin slowly riding him. "The deal is, if our first child is a girl, you will submit yourself to our female rule. You will dutifully serve us as you were born to," you coo, bracing your other hand as well... then sliding your dominant one to his throat, applying just enough pressure that he can really feel it.\n\nHe shudders beneath you, and you can feel his cock swell and throb some inside you in response to having his throat squeezed. Still, he rallies enough to look up at you defiant, managing a strong, if strained voice despite the eagerness of his cock as you work your dripping Drow cunt over it. "And if it's a son?" he demands, as if having already agreed to impregnating you... well, you suppose the eager, twitching length inside you already did that.\n\n"Then I suppose, in a perversion of all that's natural, I'll be your little submissive Drow woman-slut," you coo back, adding a mocking edge to the words, as if it were the most ridiculous thing you'd ever heard. And yet saying the words sends a little shiver down your spine, ending in your pussy fluttering around his stiff prick. "I'll obey the males absolutely, bending over or going to my knees whenever they like, cleaning and cooking and dressing as you demand." You begin pounding your hips down on him harder, building towards trying to drive him into the floor... to assert your dominance, you assure yourself, not because the words excite you.\n\nHe breathes hard through gritted teeth, body trembling under yours, red eyes raking down your body, at those swaying blue-black tits capped by their ink-black nipples. You can feel his throat work under your gripping hand as he swallows hard. Then he begins bucking up into you, throat thrumming under you as he growls, making you gasp in delight and squeeze just a bit harder as his balls slap against you and his thrusts lift you up a bit at the bottom of your own downward thrusts.\n\nAnd when his own hands wrap around your throat and squeeze in return, you maybe... just maybe... begin to cum.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game over.|GGRogue13xEnd]]

Huh, now that's interesting. You knew that there were more Oz books that followed the 'of Oz' naming scheme, some by the original author and some by other people. And of course you knew about 'Wicked' and its various spin-offs. But you'd never heard of 'The Wickedest Witches of Oz'. You wonder if it's new or one of the older ones. Partly just to check the publishing date, you pick it up and open it.\n\nThe sound of a heavy door slamming from some distance away immediately grabs your attention. You look up and realize that you're now standing in a small, positively dungeon-esque room. It's not quite bucket-in-the-corner straw-on-the-floor dungeon level, but there's a small bed with a thin mattress and tattered blanket, a chair, a plain vanity with a cracked mirror and a dented water pitcher atop it, and a wooden box with a lid over in one corner that you suspect is the toilet. There's also a thin window high up on the wall letting a bit of sunlight in. What the actual fuck is going on, how did you get here?!\n\nThen the door swings open, a heavy wooden thing that bangs against the wall. You catch sight of two tall, rather hulking simian forms before someone else sweeps into the room, immediately grabbing your attention. That... is definitely a wicked witch. She's tall and definitely a little hawk-nosed, but also intensely handsome to go along with that, her eyes a fiery and intense green that outshines the similar green of her skin. The black witch hat is in place, as is the black dress, though it's thin and conforms rather well to a very nice figure with full breasts, sleek waist and round hips. As she walks towards you, the sun hits the black of the cloth and reveals that it's rather thin, showing off the outline o her long, strong legs and even the gap between her thighs with a faint glimpse of the curve of her crotch. She stops in front of you, giving you a rather sultry smirk that sends a bit of a shiver up your spine despite everything, then raises up a hand to curl around your chin, gently tilting your head up so she can look in your eyes.\n\n"Well well well," she coos in a femininely deep voice. "I have you now, my pretty."\n\n<hr>\n[[... Eep.|GGDOz]]\n\n[[Hey, hands off!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[How about a little water, witch?!|GGDOz]]\n\n[[... Yes. Yes, she does. ♥|GGDOz]]

"I guess that's all I can really think of to ask," you finally say.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Proceeding to next generated step in Ambassador program, securing cooperation of individual.</div>\n\n"... You mean actually asking me to help you."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Correct. Since you cannot be directly commanded to assist us without compromising your individuality, and your individuality has been deemed vital to this experiment, you must make the decision to assist us voluntarily.</div>\n\nYou frown at her. "Why would I do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Several reasons. The first is that lacking memories, you lack any particular learned loyalties or commitments to social structures or organizations currently existing in individualistic society. While you are an individual and react as such, you are not part of 'individualistic collectives' and could thus choose to instead join our Collective of your own free will.</div>\n\n"What, that's it?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">That is the primary goal. If you do not we will simply delete your personality engram and wait for another drone to be randomly selected as an Ambassador to attempt the experiment again.</div>\n\n"Uh. That sounds more like a threat..."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">We do not perceive it as such. The loss of an individual is incomprehensible to us as a threat. Thus your presence.</div>\n\n"Oh. Right."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If you judge it to be necessary, you could be given a brief connection to the Collective to experience what it is like to be part of it without being stripped of your individuality. If experiencing being a member of the Collective and retaining the memory of such would be beneficial to your decision making process.</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Well, alright.|TrekF1x6]]\n\n[[Pass.|TrekF]]

You blink, suddenly finding yourself in a blank white expanse. You look around, confused... you were just... somewhere else. Something else? Looking down at yourself you find a slender, completely smooth but apparently flesh and blood body, lacking any and all sex characteristics.\n\n"Where am I?!" you call in a bit of alarm. "Who am I?!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You are a human.</div>\n\nAbruptly standing in front of you is a woman made out of black rubber. She looks vaguely like some sort of sex doll, with large, idealized breasts, an hourglass figure with tiny waist and broad hips, luscious legs that nevertheless end in bootlike feet, and a face molded in the shape of a beautiful woman's, but all in a single color. Her eyes blink, once, though it's an odd look considering they're all made up of the same black rubber. She sashays back and forth in front of you slowly, her body squeaking softly but also jiggling heavily, as if the rubber making her up were a simultaneously firm and stiff and yet bouncy and loose.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The rest of your identity is irrelevant, and irretrievable in any event. Your memories and personal identity have been discarded as irrelevant to the RubBorg Collective. Your core identity and personality have been restored from flash backups.</div>\n\n"... Oh." You shudder a little. That answer is both terrifying and... not. Since you can't remember what you've lost, you're not sure how to feel about losing it... a feeling that, on its own, makes you terrified about not being terrified. "Why... why would you do that?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Through random happenstance you have been selected out of several million drones to make an attempt at an ambassador. A figure to assist our attempts to assimilate other species and cultures with minimal damage to stock and infrastructure. As such you will be allowed to explore this position by asking questions and receiving answers rather than a direct download, in an attempt to properly prepare you for your role.</div>\n\n(The following are not branch passages, feel free to click on them and come back, click "That's it" when ready to continue.)\n\n[[Who are you?|TrekF1x4a]]\n\n[[Why me?|TrekF1x4b]]\n\n[[What is it you want?|TrekF1x4c]]\n\n[[Why the sex?|TrekF1x4d]]\n\n[[What would I do?|TrekF1x4e]]\n\n[[That's it.|TrekF1x5]]

Eventually, having gone through another number of bizarre and pleasurable forms, you slump back and gradually allow your body to resume its slender, neuter 'default'. There's a faint tingle as a green wave passes over you, cleaning off the accumulated cum and milk from your efforts.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Mental and physical scans indicate a return to resting state.</div>\n\n"Ah... yeah." You sit up and swing your legs around, hopping down off the table and glancing upward, though the voice of the Collective is speaking directly inside you. "Sorry, guess I had to get over the feeling of being exposed to the pleasure of the Collective, and suddenly being able to do... all that. How long did I keep you waiting?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Four months, two weeks, three days, nineteen hours, fifty-seven minutes.</div>\n\n"Oh." You blink. "Uh. Sorry."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Irrelevant. This project was not deemed time-sensitive.</div>\n\n"Well that's good, I guess. What is this body, though?" \n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">An experimental one composed of a new variety of RubBorg nanites. Though they are composed of the same ultrarubber that all RubBorg nanites are, they have been specially programmed and designed to form a body designed for infiltration. Thus rather than a solid mass as they are usually composed of, they will group together into the shape of organs, and even emit the appropriate biosigns for each individual organ. Even when outside the body they will correspond to such a configuration until told not to do so, making you immune to the 'blood test' used to check for certain species, at least on cursory examination. It was judged that in this way you could interact with other species as one of their own, as it was judged there would be a high probability of needing to do so.</div>\n\nYou feel yourself drawn to one section of the lab, where you find a setup that at least looks like it was intended for a more typical human's use, since it involves a chair in front of a desklike structure. You sit down and a number of green-tinted holoscreens spring up around you. "It will be good to get to work bringing others into the Collective. I think I already have some suggestions."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Elaborate.</div>\n\n"First of all, being exposed to the Collective briefly, and then continuing to be aware of it even if not experiencing it directly, is a highly transformative experience. I don't think it would even be possible for someone to not want to be helpful after they feel it. I think making use of this technique more would be invaluable."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Untenable. While your generalized awareness of the Collective while retaining your individuality is less resource-intensive than originally believed, there are trillions of RubBorg drones and many more assimilatable creatures in the universe. As well, it does not produce proper assimilation.</div>\n\n"No, I'm not saying we should make it the standard for every drone that already exists or every new one. But I am saying that it's a way to get people to want to be part of the Collective, like I do now. How many individuals would you say you could hook up to experience the Collective while still retaining their individuality?"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">If it were a full experience such as the one you had for 2.928 seconds, perhaps 10,000. As a background process such as the one you currently experience, perhaps a billion, for a limited amount of time.</div>\n\n"That's definitely enough to work with. Now, the first thing we need to tackle is one of the main reasons people will resist assimilation."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query, what is this reason?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[They don't trust the RubBorg.|TrekF1x8]]\n\n[[They don't know how good it feels.|TrekF]]\n\n[[They don't have the right incentives.|TrekF]]\n\n[[It's not enticing enough.|TrekF]]

"Uh... I guess?" you reply.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Very well. Beginning multiprocessing thread.</div>\n\nYou wait for a second... then gasp, your back arching and eyes going wide as you experience the overwhelming lewdness of the RubBorg Collective running through your mind. Billions of drones constantly fucking machines, each other, individuals, those individuals' pleasure being added to the mix as they become one with the Collective. A constant orgy spread across the galaxy and ever-expanding through it, lacking all hate and jealousy and shame, knowing only constant pleasure and growth.\n\nYour eyes roll up and your tongue pokes out as you experience tens of thousands of orgasms every second, thundering through your sexless body with nowhere to go. After several moments the sensation of it recedes, and you gasp, dropping to your hands and knees in front of the Collective's avatar.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Your connection to the Collective has been dropped to a background process. The background process has been discovered to require much less processing power than originally believed. You should still be aware of the Collective in the background without actually experiencing it.</div>\n\n"Yes," you gasp out, shuddering again. You wish you had tits to fondle, a dick to stroke, holes to finger, and have to settle for sucking on two of your fingers as you moan. "Yes, I... I'm not feeling everything they feel, but... but I'm <i>aware</i> of them, oh yes, all of them out there, fucking, fucking without end, mmmmf."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Do you wish to aid the Collective, then?</div>\n\n"Of course!" you gasp out, leaping to your feet and moving forward, grabbing the avatar's big rubber tits with both hands and beginning to knead them. "Of course, I'll do anything! Everyone needs to experience this, everyone needs to <i>know</i>!"\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Agreeable.</div>\n\nThere's no change in tone... or rather, the lack of it... from the consciousness in your head, even as you shove two fingers into the avatar's rubber pussy and begin pumping them wildly. Instead you find your body going rigid, and then the white of the expanse around you overwhelming everything. When the glare fades, you're laying on a black metal table in a green and black room, the air moist and the area around you filled with odd, angular machines. You look down at the same sexless body you saw in the white expanse... but at your still wildly lustful thoughts, your chest begins to grow and expand, your crotch bulging and exuding an immense cock. Groaning eagerly, you wrap a hand around your still expanding prick and start kneading one of your tits, thrusting your hips to work yourself against your fingers as your cock gushes pre, the squeezes of your breast causing your long, thick, stiff nipple to spurt milk into the air.\n\nYou cum almost instantly, long streamers and splashes of thick white flying through the air to rain back down over your now curvaceous thighs and enormous tits twice the size of your head. You shove two fingers inside one of your nipples, not caring that something tells you that should be impossible, finger-fucking it as you begin growing a second cock, jutting out from beneath the first one but wobbling at a half-hard state. This allows you to reach down and grab it, curling it under your two sets of hefty balls and shoving it in your pussy, working it deep into yourself before grabbing the original shaft and starting to jerk yourself off again, this time feeling your own hot, tight, eager cunt squeeze and suck around your other prick in reaction to the pleasure of jerking yourself off. Your next load is easily three or four times bigger than the last, almost enough to completely cover your beanbag chair sized boobs, as well as bulging your belly out from the load being pumped into it by your own curved-inward cock.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|TrekF1x7]]

"Hold the line!" you call back, trying to be brave. The other security officers briefly look like they're going to panic, but then grimly nod, all of them working the control panels of their rifles. You remember something about rotating frequencies or whatever, and quickly tap at your own control panel to find the settings to do the same.\n\nThe forward line of drones is quite close by the time you all raise your rifles again and resume firing. More of them fall, and for a moment you feel hope surge in your (oddly curvy) chest. But it looks like each of you only gets perhaps two shots before those flickers of purple appear again. And this time the line of immune drones is practically on you. Robot-like limbs reach out, metal fingers stretching towards you and your team.\n\n<hr>\n[[It's hand to hand time!|TrekF1x2]]\n\n[[Throw down your rifle and run.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

"I'll never forgive you," you snarl back, your body trembling as your hands clench into fists, a bit of blood trickling from between your fingers as your nails break the skin. You lift your head, glaring at him as tears run down your cheeks. "You bastard... tossing around robot parts while you play hero! Not thinking of us little people, just of how good you look on the news! You don't care about going into a fight because you're invulnerable, but look!" You yank the blanket aside, revealing your bandage-wrapped legs, and the pins running from the braces and into the muscles. "Look what happens to the little people when we get caught up in your fights!" \n\nHis head lowers, his eyes cast into shadow. "I wish I could make you understand how I truly feel. How sorry I-"\n\nHe cuts off as your water glass crashes into his face, the glass splintering into a thousand pieces without so much as scratching his skin as it rains to the floor, the water slipping across the shiny material of his tights without leaving so much as a dark spot. "Get out," you snarl, your eyes dry now.\n\nWithout another word, he turns and floats to the window, disappearing through it. You sit, doing your best to control your trembling as you seethe, preparing a convincing 'Nothing' for the inevitable arrival of a nurse to see what all the shouting and the breaking glass was about. But instead of the expected sound of a door opening and a curious call, after a moment you hear slow, steady applause from your bedside. Turning your head, you stare at the lean, attractive forty-something woman sitting in the chair usually occupied by one of your parents, her fit, toned body sheathed in a black bodysuit covered with sleek interlocking purple armor and small devices, her auburn hair pulled back into a 'ducktail', glittering grey eyes fixed on you and a smirk on her lips.\n\n"Bravo. Bravo, dear, well said," she practically purrs, her voice thick like honey. She waves a hand a bit as she comes to her feet. "Oh, don't glare at me so, I'm not being sarcastic in the least. You called him out exactly as he deserved, and didn't waiver a bit in the face of that chiseled jaw and practiced PR spiel. I am truly, sincerely proud of you, girl, I rarely see someone of your guts and fire, especially in your position."\n\n"You're... Alexa Leone," you murmur, pursing your lips, watching her eyes light up a little more at your recognition. "The multimedia empire mogul. I saw you when you came to Deviville last year thinking about adding a second headquarters there."\n\n"Ah, you're from Deviville!" that rich voice says, sounding sincerely delighted as she clasps her hands and sits down on the edge of your bed. "Charming place, just charming. Sadly we couldn't go with it, there were issues about the land we wanted to acquire, but I actually really enjoyed myself the few days we were there."\n\n"Why are you in my room, and why are you wearing... that?"\n\n"Well that's a very long story, and I won't bother diving into the whole thing right now. Suffice to say you aren't the only one who feels that the City Guard and others like him are a blight on this city, and this world. Careless, inconsiderate people obsessed with their own high moral standing, disregarding the struggles of we 'little people'. And so I live two lives... the one that everyone knows about, that of the semi-celebrity CEO with a husband and two kids, making just the right political donations and social statements to be one of the few high profile capitalists practically everyone can agree is 'one of the good ones'... and the one hardly anyone knows about, where I don't play by the rules, where I try to lay low anyone that seeks to rise above everyone else while smugging that it's for the sake of 'heroism'. And I'm here tonight because I've been keeping an eye on you, and after that little encounter I'm absolutely certain that you can be extremely valuable to that effort."\n\n"... Valuable... how?" you murmur, squinting at her suspiciously.\n\n"There are two methods, my dear. Let me put them to you this way..." Alexa taps the back panel of the armor on one of her forearms, which slides open. She lifts a pair of small cannisters, each capped at one end with silver, the low light of the moon gleaming off the almost glowing liquid inside. "If you swallow the purple drought, it will help ease your pain and keep you from developing any further complications from your condition. As they've already said, you'll almost certainly never walk again no matter what, the damage to your spinal column is too great. But this will make it possible for you to start getting out into the world again, as well as you can. And you'll be able to get about very well after the first few interviews you give denouncing the City Guard. Within a week, you'll have a press agent, booking agent, and financial manager, all of them necessary for the book deals, TV show appearances, and movie of your story that you're going to get courtesy of Leone Media Group. Before the month is out, the presigning bonuses alone will have made you almost a billionaire. You may not walk, but you'll never run out of money, I promise you that."\n\nYou stare at her, then at the vial, before your eyes slide to the one in her other hand. "And if I take the green one?"\n\n"Then I promise you that you'll walk again," she murmurs, grey eyes flashing. "And you can walk beside me as I show you just how deep this rabbit hole goes."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the purple vial.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Take the green vial.|FemPalV1x1]]\n\n[[Refuse outright.|FemPalV]]

You turn and begin your slow, steady march towards Main Engineering, several of the other ProtoDrones created from your security detail doing the same, others wandering off in search of unassimilated crewmembers to fuck.\n\nYour machinelike gait soon takes you to the assimilated engine room, the air thick with thick, sexual-smelling wet mist, the overhead lights dimmed to almost nothing, a number of tacked-on RubBorg equipment giving the area an eerie purple glow. Well, eerie to humans, you certainly don't care. You move to line up with the other ProtoDrones, standing with hands at your side and gaze straight ahead, waiting to be evaluated and sent along.\n\nEventually a Tech Drone comes along, numerous long rubber tentacles waving from its back. It stops in front of each ProtoDrone, tentacles attaching to their nipples and pussies in the case of female-form drones, sliding over large rubber cocks in the case of male-form drones. It stops in front of you to do the same, its flat, blank eyes fixed in the general direction of your own as it maneuvers the proper tentacles into place and attaches them. The suction from the tentacles starts medigel flowing from your thick rubber nipples and stimulates the nanite gel production facilities in the lining of your textured rubber pussy. Once it's confirmed that both are working properly, it pulls away and moves on, leaving a slight dribble of green goo coming from all three orifices.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 39. Enter recharge chamber 0019 and await reconstruction assignment.</div>\n\nTurning, you march over to the tall, cylindrical device, its front gaping open and awaiting you. Turning, you step backwards into it. Robotic armatures raise up, one placing itself over your crotch, a thick metal pole sliding into your pussy, a thicker plug settling itself into your ass. A second set closes over the fronts of your breasts, plugs as thick and long as your thumbs pushing into your nipples. None of this causes so much as a twitch, of course, since you have no mind of your own and this is the normal setup for a Fem-Drone.\n\nSome time passes, and then the voice of the Collective once again commands you.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 31. Engage random number generator to determine assignment, then proceed to appropriate reconstruction area.</div>\n<hr>\n[[7. Standard Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[94. Repair Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1,938,837,002. Assault Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[72. Computer Drone.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[1. Ambassador.|TrekF1x4]]

You swing your rifle at the first drone to reach for you, slamming the butt against its head and knocking it down. But the next one, a male, immediately grabs you, its metal hands closing like vices on your shoulders and shoving you to your knees. You struggle to strike at it, but your position isn't exactly good, and it easily raises one hand to grab your short hair and yank your head forward, forcing its immense rubber cock into your mouth.\n\nYou gag as you taste rubber on your tongue, and then again as the thing hits the back of your throat. The drone just keeps relentlessly forcing forward, though, its artificial cock bulging your throat, actually suppressing your gag reflex just by how quickly it goes deep inside. Your body shudders, the phaser rifle falling from your shaking hands, which come up to press on his thighs, futilely trying to push him away. You try to close your forced-wide jaw and bite him, but your teeth just press against the rubber surface, barely indenting it, and not stopping him at all as he begins thrusting. His hips move and his hand works you back and forth, facefucking you with a passionless, machinelike efficiency. \n\nYou gag and gasp as your throat is violated, the sound echoed from other members of the security team, as well as differently muffled noises from others that must be getting similarly assaulted by female drones. Your eyes roll up in your head some, tears streaking down your face as much from lacking air and feeling your throat getting stretched and filled as anything else, leaving faint black streaks running down your cheeks. You cry out muffledly as the drone suddenly yanks you forward, forcing your lips to touch the very root of his black rubber prick, the stiff molded balls at its base pressing against your chin. You vaguely have the sense of something passing through the length, shooting almost directly into your stomach.\n\nYou shudder and twitch at the lack of air, starting to feel faint. Except then you realize it's not really lack of oxygen making you feel that way... your thoughts are gradually going blank. You try to focus, struggling to think of memories, anything to keep your mind, but the more you search the less there is to find. Terror washes over you as you realize abruptly that you can't even remember your name... and then that too passes, wiped away as smoothly as a dot of water on a flat rubber surface.\n\nThe drone slowly pulls its rubber length from your mouth, a small amount of nanite-infused green gel mingled with saliva dribbling from the tip. Your mouth closes, your expression completely blank, eyes flat and lifeless as you stand. You don't even flinch as the drone efficiently rips off your uniform, baring your slim, toned body. You turn away from him and bend forward, hands resting on your knees, eyes fixed on the wall and expression unchanging as he pushes that long, thick black rubber dong into your pussy and begins pumping away with the same unwavering machine tempo, his rubber hips striking your firm buttocks with the same ruthless lack of passion as a press stamping metal.\n\nYou simply remain in position, your empty mind acknowledging the stimulation from the nerves in your pussy but having nothing with which to react to it. Neither do you care that you're bent over getting fucked by the enemy right in the middle of a public corridor, your small perky tits still bouncing energetically from the pounding of the cyborg behind you. After several minutes, the drone thrusts forward and injects the second load of transformative nanites deep inside your pussy. Then it pulls out and, not bothering to look at you, continues on down the corridor to seek its next victim. Similarly, you don't bother to follow it with your blank eyes as you straighten up, hands at your side, calmly awaiting your conversion.\n\nBlack oozes from your pussy, covering the lips of it and turning them into simple, pudgy molded lips, your clit becoming a stiff, prominent rubber nub, more a simple artist's impression than the real thing. The black rubber continues spreading out from there, passing along your taint and sliding into your pucker, transforming it into a simple, tight rubber hole. Your pert buttocks round out, the rubber turning them more generous, lengthening your legs and giving them a more perfectly feminine form. Your six-pack stomach is coated with a smooth, impressionless layer of the black rubber, which then passes up over your small breasts and begins to expand them, turning them into large, stiff bigger-than-basketball tits. Your arms are given similar treatment to your legs, and finally the black rubber passes up your neck, stopping at the top of it in imitation of a bodysuit. Your skin pales, becoming porcelain white, and your hair similarly fades to a shiny, almost metallic silver, your emotionless eyes turning purple from the internal energy source that now powers you.\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Unassigned ProtoDrone 19 of 27. Enter free-roaming mode until given further commands.</div>\n\nYou acknowledge the command. The relatively small Collective aboard this ship is currently busy dealing with coordinating the efforts of its fully-converted drones in its efforts to assimilate the crew. You are left to decide between two pre-chosen options via random number generator.\n\n<hr>\n[[11: Return to hive nexus to await full conversion.|TrekF1x3]]\n\n[[69: Assist with assimilation efforts.|TrekFPlaceholder]]

Probably best not to risk anyone's ire if they catch you peeping, or even just thinking you're peeping. Who's going to claim you're trying to spy on them from your fenced-in back yard, after all? Carrying the telescope, tripod, and snacks with you, you slip quietly downstairs, doing your best to be quiet about opening and closing the door. The last thing you need is your parents pestering you about what you're doing... or worse, being so utterly <i>charmed</i> by your "childlike wonder" that they decide to come out and sit with you.\n\nYou find a nice clear patch of grass that seems to be absent anything untoward and set up the tripod, digging its claws into the dirt and then attaching the telescope to it. You power it up and swing the viewfinder around to take a look at it. You try moving it around a bit, settling on the obvious target of the moon... yeah, looks nice, big, white-golden orb, all those faint pockmarks on it. Then you try out the zoom feature and... whoa! You can even zoom in on an individual crater close enough to see the rills around it! That's pretty awesome! \n\nPleased with your loot, you spend a little while moving the telescope around, alternating between the video viewfinder and the physical... the physical doesn't get that insane zoom but it does feel a lot clearer and almost like you're actually out there amidst the stars when you're looking through it. "Twinkle twinkle little star," you can't help but sing quietly to yourself, grinning, before you give a low 'huh'. "... Actually that one twinkling star doesn't look very little at all."\n\nSaid 'star' zips out of the field of view before you can adjust, leaving you wondering if it was actually a satellite or something. And then there's a sudden low drone surrounding you along with a brilliant light that makes you flinch back from the telescope. You yelp as you're almost immediately pulled off of your feet, your vision clearing enough to show you the column of flickering, strangely off-white light you're slowly raising up in, towards the rotating, flickering silver saucer projecting it. "Oh you have got to be kidding meeeeee-!" you cry as you're drawn closer and closer to the glowing disk at the bottom of the saucer, glancing down to see your body dissolving into innumerable pixels.\n\n"-eeeOOF!" you yelp as you rematerialize and instantly drop about a foot to the floor, mostly just enough to jar you a little. You instantly leap to your feet and look around. You're in some sort of... cell?! One made entirely of silver metal, with a pad-topped shelf bed and something you think might be a sink. Or a toilet. Or both. Or something else entirely. Ahead is a slightly heart-shaped archway, and you somehow think you can just assume there's a forcefield there without going through the miming process. "Hey! Hello?!" you call, and almost immediately there's a sort of flopping noise, regular like footfalls.\n\nThe creature that comes into view in front of the cell is perhaps one of the more stereotypical 'Gray Aliens' you've ever seen. It's short and squat, with gray, rubbery-looking skin that hangs in folds around its pudgy body, with sticklike limbs, its legs short with long, wide two-toed feet and arms so long they almost drag its knuckles along the floor. Its head is virtually triangle-shaped, with huge black eyes as big as your face, and a tiny, almost beaklike mouth. It raises a hand holding a silver cylinder and apparently presses a button, since there's a flicker in the archway, and it steps forward into the cell. "Eebl-bobbl-ooberoo?" it babbles at you in a high, trilling voice, waggling its head as it speaks.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh... hey, how's it goin'?"|GGAlien1x1]]\n\n[["DIE, XENO SCUM!"|GGAlien]]

"... St. Patrick's Day?" you venture. It's sort of a simple holiday, isn't it? You eat and you drink and you wear green, how much horrible stuff could there be for punishment?\n\n"Methinks the lass believes herself likely to spend the next 500 years drinkin' an' feastin'," the Leprechaun says with a sneer, making you blush. "She's soon t'find how wrong she is." He snaps his fingers, disappearing in a puff of green smoke, and you soon find yourself enveloped in the same. When it clears, you're standing in what looks like some sort Irish pub... actually, you're standing on top of the bar, with a large shelf above you holding several large wooden barrels. The Leprechaun smirks at you and snaps his fingers again, and you feel a squinchy feeling come all over you. It's hard to describe as anything else, but you look down at yourself and stare as your skin starts growing shiny... and green!\n\nUnable to control your own body you gradually squat down, bending in a way that shouldn't be possible, looking somewhat like a frog as you turn green and sit with your pussy against the board of the shelf, your legs bent double and pressed completely up against your sides, your arms forced to hug them. You feel a strange hollow sensation come over you as your green skin gradually fades and your arms and legs merge together against your sides, you realize you can see through yourself... you really are an empty green rubber shell! Your mouth forces open into a round O, as if surprised, or awaiting a cock. What it instead gets is a tube inserted into it, the little redheaded man in green twisting the spigot of the barrel you're hooked up to. Foamy ale runs down and begins to fill you up, gushing into your empty insides and filling you up gradually, the liquid spilling into the fullness of your tits and then into your head. But the filling doesn't stop, swelling out mostly your belly but your boobs as well, causing them to round out and swell until you have what must be all of the first cask of ale inside you. The Leprechaun fits the tube to a second cask and leaves it open, apparently intending you to fill as you're emptied by the spigot he slides into your bellybutton. "Here y'go, lass, once ye've had a few barrels run through ye, we'll see if we can't find some other uses to put you to!"\n\nAnd he does. The Leprechaun apparently quite enjoys finding new uses to put you to in the little Irish pub he calls home and hosts his kin and friends in. For example, there's the dispensing cask that is your first duty, and more than once some drunken reveler will tilt you back on the bar and plunge their cock into the rubber sleeve of your pussy, squeezing at your huge beer-filled tits. Other times he'll turn you into a small golden statue at the door, balanced on the balls of your feet with your legs spread and back jutted out and hands on your knees, those who enter rubbing your (soon worn smooth) golden tits or glittering golden pussy for luck. Every so often you actually do wind up as a serving wench, making your way about the pub in a tiny skirt and low-cut top that barely contains the enlarged tits he's given you for the job, the customers feeling free to grab your ass or slide their fingers inside you as you pass, or to demand a blowjob along with their refills. Every so often he gets into a particularly mean-spirited mood and you find yourself as a urinal in the men's room. When he's in a less cruel mood but still looking to make you embarrassed, he turns you into a cow, goat, or sheep in a small pasture out behind the bar, leaving you to be milked every morning and buggered by drunk patrons staggering out back looking for relief.\n\nEventually, your sentence is up, and you're dumped unceremoniously into the normal world with a small fortune in gold as "tips earned". While you try to adapt to life in the future, everything is just way too... clean, and sedate, and quiet. You can't get used to it, and eventually you spend most of what you were given on a one-way ticket to a far-flung colony world. The rest is used to open up a little pub of your own there, and you do tend to draw quite the crowds of misfits, aliens, and weirdos, probably because it's said the pub owner is hot and not only doesn't mind when you grab her ass or fondle her tits when she brings your drinks, but that she might throw in a blowjob for free, no matter how weird or alien your anatomy is. Almost as if she were used to it.\n\nEvery so often you'll notice a little figure with red hair sitting off in the corner of the bar. He'll grin and raise his drink in toast, but he's usually gone the next time you look.\n\nShame... you've gotten a little bored of being stuck as a human full-time.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Green with envy</i>

"We play the long game," you answer, bringing up a few of the screens and starting to use them in conjunction with your connection to the Collective to gather information.\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">You refer to a course of action which would require an investment of resources and actions over a significant period of time before seeing returns.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">With what final goal in mind?</div>\n\n"Social reform."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Explain.</div>\n\n"The RubBorg would pull back from any further expansion or assimilation. They would remain in any systems they currently populate, but allow ships to pass through their area unmolested. They would defend themselves if attacked but otherwise not initiate any hostilities."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Undesirable but feasible. Continue.</div>\n\n"Meanwhile, we begin to influence prominent galactic societies. It begins by infiltrating their social and political leaders. Gradually these political leaders are brought to see the value of the Collective by allowing them to experience the pleasures of it. Not forcefully, but through other pleasurable experiences, allowing them to feel pleasure as an individual before exposing them to the Collective's pleasure. That will help insure their individuality... and therefore their ability to influence society... is maintained."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">And then?</div>\n\n"It might take several generations of careful manipulation and nonaggression... my current estimates using available data are somewhere between three and ten... but fear of the Collective and assimilation would eventually disappear from the major galactic civilizations, which are projected to spread and more naturally assimilating other cultures, infusing them with this viewpoint and value. An offer of assimilation would seem like an intriguing new experience, one that more and more would accept with each generation as we continued a steady propaganda and collectivist push. It would never be 100% effective, but you'd still get way more assimilated individuals than through aggression."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Preliminary evaluation bears out that supposition. The question then becomes, which of the three major powers in this segment of the galaxy to begin with?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[The Federation and Starbeat.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The Domulan Star Empire.|TrekF1x10]]\n\n[[The Knotin Empire.|TrekF]]

"They don't trust the RubBorg, they're afraid of them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Relevance?</div>\n\n"Basic 'fight or flight' response."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">This is a basic biological drive that the Collective is aware of.</div>\n\n"And it happens when people or animals are scared of something."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Processing. ... So since individuals fear the RubBorg, this is what causes them to attempt to destroy us or attempt to elude us to prevent their assimilation.</div>\n\n"Correct."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">The logical conclusion then would be to eliminate fear of the RubBorg.</div>\n\n"Either that or to manipulate their fear of something else and use it against them."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Query?</div>\n\n"Probably a level of emotional complexity the Collective isn't quite ready to comprehend."\n\n<style type="text/css" scoped>\n.GeneratedText {\nfont-family:Consolas, monospace;font-size:medium;letter-spacing:0.2em;line-height:1.3em;color:#00FF00;background-color:#000000;padding:1.5em;\n}\n</style>\n<div class="GeneratedText">Understood. Suggested course of action then?</div>\n\n<hr>\n[[Infiltration.|TrekF1x9]]\n\n[[Diplomacy.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Subversion.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Intimidation.|TrekF]]

Alright, so, pizza delivery it is. Sure, you'll probably be driving around in bad weather a lot in the weeks to come, but at least some people tip really well for that. \n\nThe first option you see is [[Simple Sam's Sicilian Speedy Service|CelPizza]]. Snazzy. It seems to be a pretty run-of-the-mill pizza delivery place, but it has a note that drivers are given access to a company gas card. Salary is about what you'd expect, so nothing special there.\n\nThe second option is [[Bambi's Bikini Pizza|CelPizza]]. Apparently it's the pizza delivery version of Hooters... girls in skimpy outfits delivering the pizza. Seems kind of shady, really, but despite the expectation that such a place would pay you a pittance and expect you to get by on tips from horny dudes calling for delivery, but the starting salary is surprisingly generous, and it even mentions benefits. If nothing else, at that salary your dignity could take a few weeks of it while you look for something where you don't wear a thong to work.\n\nThird is a place called [[Fully Automatic Food|CelPizza1x1]]. This one's attractive because it says you don't even need your own vehicle to do deliveries... driving your "house" around so much would kind of worry you, after all, what if you got in a wreck or someone stole it while you were delivering to a bad neighborhood? You do find that a little weird, but also apparently it's just a phone interview which is another bonus.

Oh yeah, you've got way more to hold over his head, after all. Still, you definitely want to be sure that if you're going to pull this off, you have him caught ironclad. The voice and the view of him is already pretty good, but you spend a bit longer filming, using the zoom to get as close to a view of his face as you can, then panning down his body to where he's pumping away at Karen, his cock obviously actually inside her, spreading open her dripping teenage cunt as he pumps into her. Then you carefully pull back, still filming... want to keep the footage as unbroken as possible, after all. You step back from the door and glance around... oh good, the girls' bathroom is in view of the storeroom! You step over to it and slip inside, keeping the door open enough that you can still film the door of the storeroom from it.\n\nAfter several minutes, your father steps out into full view and, like a blessing from the evidence gods, visibly zips up before walking out into the store. Karen follows after a moment later, sweaty and flushed with rumpled hair, adjusting her own pants a little and making sure her shirt's tucked in before she follows after. You stop the video and click the power button to close your phone, slipping it into your pocket. You've got pretty much all the evidence you need, you think. You listen to them putting on the act of just employee and customer as they finish up transferring data to the phone, and you listen for the jingle of the door opening and closing. You wait another minute or two before slipping out of the bathroom and peeking around the corner... when Karen's busy checking her phone camera to see how her makeup is, you dart to the door and out, catching her jerking in surprise out of the corner of her eye. Oh, that should give her a few sleepless nights! Not that you mind, though you kind of hope she doesn't warn your dad that someone might have seen... you want to see the look on his face when it's a complete surprise!\n\nYou kick around for a few more hours in the general area... don't want to interrupt what's going on at home. (You gotta hand it to your old man, warming up for a nooner with the wife by fucking a member of the high school student council is a pretty baller move.) When you do get home, everything seems perfectly normal... warm chatting, asking about your day, yakking about current events over dinner. You keep watching your father for any hint of nervousness that might indicate he's been tipped off, or maybe just feeling guilty, but he's completely smooth. Boy you hope you inherited that... of course, since no one ever asks you if something's wrong or up, you suppose maybe you did!\n\nYou spend the next few days preparing. You're going to want just the right moment for this, and when it happens you want to be prepared. So you spend some time burning a few DVDs and hiding copies in a few different places, making some encrypted cloud backups, that kind of thing, since hey, you doubt your dad's going to pull some sort of mobster crap on you, but you can never be too careful. And it's less than a week before your opportunity comes when you come downstairs late one morning to find your father sitting at the table in his robe and pajama pants, reading the paper. You do a quick glance around, then pad over to the counter... you're barefoot, but in jeans and t-shirt as usual. "Hey Dad," you chirp, snagging a cereal bar from the box of them. "Staying home today?"\n\n"Thought I'd take it easy, yeah," he answers, flashing you a grin.\n\n'Probably got a date to fuck one of the girls down the block,' you think, rather smugly. "Oh, hey, that's cool. Hey, I got this great new movie I think you'd like, wanna watch it together?"\n\n"What is it?" he asks, curious now as he closes the paper.\n\n"S'a surprise!" you chirp, beaming. "Hit the couch and I'll go get it!"\n\n"Little early for a movie, but if you're that eager," he says with a tolerant chuckle, getting up and tucking the paper under his arm.\n\nYou try not to run as you head upstairs and snag one of the DVDs you made, coming back down to find him sitting on the couch in front of the TV, still perusing the visible part of the folded-up newspaper. Still acting casual, you tuck the disk into the player and snag the remote, standing by the couch as you hit the tray control, this version of the video set to autoplay from a certain point.\n\n<i>"God I love fucking you little teenage sluts, I've lost count of all of you I've caught gagging for this big married dick!"</i>\n\nYour father's head abruptly snaps up from the paper, his eyes wide as he watches the somewhat grainy video of himself pounding Karen from behind. His face turns a rather interesting color... you think he's trying to go pale and flush at the same time. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then looks up at you, realization fully sinking in at the sight of his smirk. He tries to snatch the remote, but you lift it away. "Hey hey hey, cat's already out of the bag, that won't help!"\n\n"Turn it off," he demands hoarsely.\n\nYou hit 'Pause' instead, freeze-framing the video on a closeup of his cock buried in Karen's pussy, balls swinging forward to smack against her crotch. "I've got lots of copies ready to go, wouldn't be hard to get one to Mom, even at work," you announce cheerfully as you settle in to sit on the arm of one of the nearby easy chairs. \n\n"... Since you haven't sent them," he says in a strained voice, glancing at the screen before looking back to you. "I assume you... want something in return for keeping this quiet?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll take a payoff.|GGParent]]\n\n[[You'll ask for the sky!|GGParent9x2]]\n\n[[You'll have what she's having.|GGParent12x1]]

A fierce survival instinct overwhelms you and brings with it a surge of anger. As the giant's fingers brush close to you, you drop to your back to avoid them. Then you plant one purple rubber foot against Kiera's yellow back and shove her, sending her stumbling right up against his fingers. "Enjoy the ride, bitch!"\n\nYou actually hear her start laughing and shout "Woohoo!" before she disappears over the top of the box. You get to your feet and turn, and think you spot her actually squirming eagerly and bucking her hips towards the giant's cock before he begins stretching her onto it. Soon she's just a snug yellow condom, pumping away into the giantess' pussy. You grimly hope she's satisfied as you watch the giant pull out and strip her cum-bloated form off of himself, tying it in a knot and throwing it into the garbage can along with the used-up forms of Hanna and Cassie.\n\nYou watch a little dully as the giant and giantess clean up, redress for bed, and finally turn out the light. Your eyes immediately adapt to the dimness, and you can make out the mountainous lumps in the beds of the giants' bodies, and very distantly on the opposite bedside table, you can still see small forms writhing about as your separated teammates either continue their orgy or begin it anew, spurred to arousal by the display in front of them.\n\nYou turn towards the other two remaining cheerleaders-turned-condomgirls, Sally and Sandra. They're both staring at you as if not sure whether they want to hug you or hit you.\n\n"I think we can get out of here," you say after a moment's consideration. You look up at the top of the box. "It's about two of us high, and there's three of us. If you two get on each other's shoulders and lean on the wall, I think I can climb up you and get over the top." \n\n"Why do you get to climb up and out?" hisses Sandra, her green rubber lips pursing.\n\nYou blink. "Because I always climb the pyramid, I've got the most experience doing it without jostling anyone."\n\nThat seems to mollify them a little, though Sally frowns, a few mild creases appearing in her orange latex face. "Okay, but then what?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll pull them out.|CheerForest20x2]]\n\n[[You'll go for help.|CheerForest]]

"I think I saw the direction he took the bus in, we should head that way. He obviously carried us a really long way, we may need it to get back."\n\nSandra frowns. "Amanda, the bus broke down, plus he totally ripped the hell out of the back of it. Plus it would mean going <i>deeper</i> into this thing's house."\n\n"Maybe it was just overheated or something. Plus all of our bags are in there, if we can find one of our phones..."\n\n"Like we're gonna get service out in giant country, or whatever?"\n\nYou purse your purple rubber lips. "We won't know until we try. Besides, if our bags are in there, our <i>clothes</i> are still in there."\n\nThat seems to settle it for them, and the three of you set off. You're glad the carpet is a tightly-packed flat weave, you're not sure what it would be like trying to get through something thicker. You make your way over to the door, the three of you pausing to gawk at the sight of a giant, modern-looking suburban home sized for people with fingers bigger than you are. You try to remember the direction the giant seemed to be headed in when he carried the bus away, and beckon the other two to follow once you've decided.\n\nAfter hiking down a short (for them) hall, you emerge into a living room. Squinting about, you spot what must be the attached kitchen set apart by a counter, and a bit of dark grey metal in the darkness from near the pantry door. "I think I see it," you whisper to the others, despite knowing it's probably not necessary to keep your voice low.\n\n"Wait." Sandra reaches out to grab your upper arm, fingers digging into your purple rubber flesh a little with a soft *skwnch*. "Listen." All three of you go silent and strain your hearing. It takes a few seconds but then you can hear what she apparently did: voices laughing and hooting, and music. Normal-sounding voices. "I think there are people here! Like, us-sized people! Maybe they know a way out!"\n\n"If they know a way out why haven't they left yet?" Sally hisses.\n\n"Well <i>I</i> don't know!"\n\n"Right, for all you know that's some kind of security patrol for escaped <i>condoms</i>!"\n\nYou wince a bit as the fight starts to build. Obviously you need to step in and make a decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go check out the voices.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Continue to the bus.|CheerForest20x4]]

"I'll pull you out, of course," you answer, still frowning a bit. "Sally, you're the best jumper. Sandra will get up on your shoulders and I'll climb up to the edge. I'll pull Sandra up with me, than you'll get a good running start and jump up and we'll lean down and catch your hands to pull you out too."\n\nThat you have a plan involving getting both of them out of here with you seems to reinstill their faith in you, and without much more ado they move over to the wall, Sally helping heft Sandra up onto her shoulders, then Sandra walking her bright green hands up the wall with little rubber-on-glass *pap pap pap* noises. She leans forward with her arms spread as she stretches out, almost assuming "the position" but with her green latex feet planted firmly on Sally's orange latex shoulders.\n\nYou move forward, trying to ignore the way your naked body squeaks and skwinches against theirs (and feels strangely good in the process) as you carefully climb up their human ladder. Swinging your leg over to straddle the silver-edged side, you reach down and haul Sandra up, finding it a bit easier than you expected to be... maybe she's lighter, or you're stronger, or both. Either way she scrambles up to sit facing you and scoots back, and you both lean out and stretch your arms out to Sally.\n\nSally backs up, then pumps her arms as she runs, her green rubber C-cups jiggling just a bit stiffly with the motion. She leaps into the air, and you and Sandra wind up catching her by the upper arms instead of hands as she thumps against the side, giving a little 'oof'. All three of you turn and stare towards the giants to see if the thump woke them, but there's not a bit of motion. Apparently you're just too small and soft to make noises they can hear. \n\nYou and Sandra pull Sally up and over the edge, overbalancing and sending you all toppling to the top of the bedside table painlessly, albeit with a lot of squeaking and other noise as three rubber girls try to disentangle themselves. When you've gotten all your limbs sorted out, the three of you stand and move to the edge of the table. Exchanging a glance and shrugging, all three of you simply jump.\n\nThis time when you impact on the carpet it's enough to send a wobble through your solid rubbery form, making your tits bounce a few times seemingly all on their own as you straighten up from the landing.\n\n"Should we try to get the others?" Sandra whispers, glancing up towards the bed.\n\nYou briefly ponder that, then wince as you picture trying to drag the sagging, cum-filled, tube-shaped forms of Cassie, Hanna, and Kiera along with you. Then you give a more rueful shake of the head as you imagine trying to get Coach Morrison and the others to stop their magic-induced lesbian orgy long enough to try and get out of their own box, assuming you could even get up to their bedside table in the first place. "I don't think there's any way we can. We'll have to get help and come back for them."\n\n"Well, then, what do we do?" Sally asks, sighing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Head for the bus.|CheerForest20x3]]\n\n[[Head for an exit.|CheerForest]]

Okay, this is weird. You are, however, forced to admit that this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened to you today. Especially considering you're standing around in a ruined bus in your underwear. ... While made of solid purple rubber. Whoever this strange... whatsit... is, she seems decently nice and polite.\n\n"Um, well, not really," you answer, the other two jerking a bit from their staring. "I mean, this is our bus, yeah. Kind of. We were on it, then that giant guy grabbed it, and..." You trail off, shrugging.\n\n"Oh, right, the rubber thing. Well, gosh, those giants have weird ways of getting their necessities, don't they?"\n\n"Yeah." You make a face, then continue. "Could you help us get out of here? Or maybe even rescue our friends?"\n\n"Hm, well, maybe." The mousegirl rubs her chin. "I mean, golly, it's not that I don't want to help for helping's sake, just that's an awful tall order! So to speak." She glances around at the three of you, then shrugs. "Well, I'll do what I can! Tell you what, grab up all these bags and anything that's not nailed down and load it in my buggy." She grabs up a few gym bags laying around near the exit and slings them over her shoulder. "Never can tell what'll be useful!" she adds in a chirping voice as she hops down out of the back of the bus.\n\nSandra and Sally give you suspicious looks, and you just shrug. Then the mousegirl leans back up to peek in. "Oh, better hurry. Sometimes the guy comes out here for a late-night snack about this time." Then she drops back out of sight. That spurs everybody into motion pretty well, and you follow instructions by grabbing the fire extinguisher, flashlight, and first aid kit that are part of the bus's standard equipment. You load yourself up with your bags and those of your fellow fates-unknown cheerleaders and hurry back out.\n\nThe mousegirl is tossing bags into the trunk of... well, honestly, it looks like some sort of four-seater dune buggy with a two-liter soda bottle for a chassis. It's got actual rubber wheels, though they look like they came off of an RC car instead of a real one. She starts accepting bags from the three of you as you come over, then oooos, her eyes widening as she takes the little fire extinguisher from you. "Golly! I always wanted one of these that was my size! Would've come in useful a time or two," she adds ruefully, setting it in the trunk a bit more carefully and then flipping the plastic flap of a lid down. She swings herself up into the seat and helps you all in, then takes off across the kitchen tile, the odd vehicle giving a little jolt as it goes over the separater between tile and carpet.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|CheerForest20x6]]

"Calm down, calm down," you whisper, gesturing to both of your fellow rubber girls. "Look, let's continue on to the bus right now."\n\n"But-" Sandra starts to say.\n\n"Listen, if there's people here and they're safe, we can find them again after we're not <i>naked</i>. Besides, clothes might tone down the weirdness when three girls made of colored latex ask them for help, don't you think?"\n\nNodding a bit sheepishly, Sandra falls into step behind you again, the three of you stepping over the metal divider between carpet and tile. Three sets of rubber feet make odd padding-slapping sounds against the hard surface as you make your way around the mostly-open pantry door. Inside is a garbage can the size of a building, and sitting on the floor next to it, along with some other boxes and bottles apparently meant for recycling, is the bus, its back torn and bent open. You head over and scramble up, then help haul Sandra and Sally in with you.\n\nThe three of you start searching through bags, and you find yours lodged at the bottom of two seats. Sure enough, no cell phone signal... you find yourself wondering what the roaming charges would be for using a different network made for giants and have to suppress a hysterical giggle. Instead you quickly pluck out some underwear and shimmy your way into them. The white cotton panties wind up conforming very tightly to your purple rubber butt and crotch, and the matching white sports bra you pull on similarly fits snug, to the point that you wonder if your body's slightly larger now... or if cloth just sits oddly on rubber. You glance over at the others. Sally's got on a black thong and rather lacey black bra, making her look like some sort of animated Halloween sex doll. Sandra on the other hand is wearing a matching blue bra and panties, no frills but cut a bit daringly... it makes for an odd aquatic theme against the shiny green of her skin.\n\nYou're about to start figuring out which of your other clothes you should pull on when all three of you hear an odd sound... a whirring, squealing noise. It approaches the back of the bus and stops. A moment later, a new figure scrambles up over the edge, coming to stand in the torn-open back, and you stare at it, as are Sally and Sandra. By the nose and ears it... well, it must be a mouse. But it's an awfully human mouse otherwise, with long blonde hair and a normal-seeming mouth, besides being very upright and with apparent hands, though her bare feet are more pawlike. She's even wearing clothes... a pair of grey coveralls that hug her hips and her definitely human-like chest. A toolbelt sits at an angle around her waist, and she's got a monkey wrench shouldered that would probably be somewhat miniature for the giants but seems to be at least half her body length.\n\n"Oh! Well golly!" she says in a chipper tone, though her expression's surprised. "Didn't expect anyone to be in here! Hope I'm not bothering you...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She seems nice. Ask for help.|CheerForest20x5]]\n\n[[DEATH TO THE FURRY!|CheerForest3x1]]

"So, uh." You glance to the side from where you're riding shotgun... in a two-liter bottle... at your odd driver. "What's your name?"\n\n"Oh, just call me 'G'," she answers cheerfully, steering the vehicle around the giants' coffee table.\n\n"Just G?"\n\n"Well, it's part of my name, I kinda got tired of hearing the full thing." She rolls her eyes. "Golly, you get a little overenthusiastic about being nice to everybody one night, and everyone starts snickering and shouting 'Go go Ga-'... you know what, nevermind."\n\n"Um, 'kay. I'm Amanda, that's Sandra, that's Sally."\n\n"Nice ta meetcha! Now hang on!" G calls as the odd little buggy starts going faster, headed towards a door with a large plastic flap of a doggy door in the lower half. You quickly take her advice, grabbing onto the edge of the compartment as she yanks on a lever, the wheels giving a sudden lurch and sending the vehicle leaping through the air. The cap at the end of the bottle smacks the plastic flap and knocks it aside, allowing you to land shakingly in the garage. G grins, obviously enjoying herself as she steers across the concrete floor, underneath a truly enormous pickup truck and around behind some boxes. One large, upside-down plastic container has apparently been here so long that it's gotten painted to the wall.\n\n"Welcome to my house!" G chirps, clambering back to open up the trunk and starting to grab up bags. "Get some stuff and come on in!"\n\nThe four of you enter the side of the container through a stereotypically-shaped mousehole, and you and your fellow rubber cheerleaders stare around. Whatever was originally in the container has apparently been removed, and G has obviously made extensive rennovations, turning it into a multi-level complex with ramps made out of various discarded household items running up to the different floors. The whole place is packed with kludged-together items, some of it looking almost normal like you might see in one of the workshops back at high school, others obviously awkward assemblages of giants' items.\n\n"Sorry about the mess, it's kind of permanent," G says as she drops her own load of bags near a worktable, then holds up the fire extinguisher. Still looking at it almost lovingly, she heads over to the wall and starts looking for a way to hang it up. "Golly, I hope I can get back and salvage some more of your bus before it gets thrown out. I mean, if you don't mind. Oh, make yourselves at home! Just try not to touch anything that looks like it might do something, because it probably will."\n\n"Not to be demanding or anything, but, our friends?" Sandra prompts.\n\n"Oh, right." G sits down on a stool at the workbench and swivels it around to face you, using her toes to move herself side-to-side a bit as she speaks. "Well okay there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that the giants' magic usually wears off eventually if you can manage to get outside of their lands. At least that's what I've heard," she adds, scratching at her head a little bit. "So if you can get back home, you should turn back to normal!"\n\n"That's definitely good news. Can we skip the bad news?" Sally asks a little plaintively.\n\n"Sure!" G chirps, starting to turn back around to her workbench.\n\nYou sigh and try to roll your eyes, though you suppose that's not very visible now considering they're smooth molded rubber planes under your eyelids. "What's the bad news?"\n\n"Oh." She turns back towards you. "Well, first of all, anyone that's been 'used' has a much lower chance of coming back from it. Sooo if you had any friends that already got used like condoms, well, you could take them back and maybe hope for the best, but. Also, at least one of the giants is home all the time, pretty much. It could be weeks or even months before they're both out of the house at the same time, so any chance to retrieve your friends safely would either be pretty risky or risk losing some of them... well you'd definitely lose the used ones, the trash goes out in a few days. But!" She grins brightly. "If you want to just get out of here instead, that's pretty easy. My buggy can handle a lot of rough terrain, all we'd really have to do is wait until the garage door opens a little and make a break for it. Maybe you could come back for your friends after the magic wears off? I mean, if they're still here at all."\n\nSandra and Sally both look at her for a moment, then over at you. Apparently you're being relied on for this decision.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay.|CheerForest]]\n\n[[Go.|CheerForest]]

While the sight definitely stirs your desire, you shake your head. "Uh, listen, Maya, I... I don't think I can..."\n\n"... Eh?" Maya blinks. "... Oh, I mean, we'll still do foreplay and stuff, I-"\n\n"N-no, it's just," you sigh, and decide to tell the truth... or part of it, at least. "Look, when I was buying them, I almost got caught by my aunt, and-"\n\n"Oh shit," Maya mutters, wincing. "Geez, I'm surprised you didn't drop dead of mortification on the spot."\n\n"Er, yeah." You shift in place. "Anyway to, uh, to keep from being caught I had to promise I'd go over to her place this afternoon, and-"\n\n"Right, I guess that's kind of a moodkiller." Making a face, your friend tugs her cutoffs up and buttons them back up. "Well good on you for not giving the game away. Um... maybe we can try again another day, huh?"\n\n"Y-yeah," you agree, slumping a little in relief that not only is she not mad, but apparently not intending to put an end to your new favorite friendly activity with her.\n\n"Okay then. Ah, guess you better go on over there then, huh?" She shifts awkwardly in place, leans in as if she might kiss your cheek, and finally thumps you on the shoulder. "See you later this week or something, okay?"\n\n"Okay," you agree, trying not to sigh again as you turn and head back out.\n\nIt takes you a little while to walk to your aunt's house, pressing the doorbell once you arrive. The door opens fairly quickly, your aunt grinning and stepping back to gesture you inside. The house looks pretty much exactly like it did the last time you were over, though there's no longer any sign of your cousin's habitation, obviously. You move to have a seat on the couch, blushing as you realize you're still holding the bag with the condoms.\n\n"So!" Aunt Lina says as she comes to stand in front of you, hands resting on her hips, a big smile on her face. "Just what lucky young lady were you buying those to use with? ... Hm, or guy?" she adds thoughtfully, tilting her head a little.\n\n"Girl!" you blurt, then blush even more, squirming in your seat. "... My friend Maya."\n\n"Oh, she's very pretty, and I think she's had quite the crush on you for awhile," Lina observes, making your brain do a bit of a record scratch. Somehow despite everything, that thought had never occurred to you. "Hm? But that package doesn't look opened, at least from here. Did you guys not wind up...?"\n\n"Er. Well... after seeing you, and you wanting me to come over, I guess I was nervous, and..." You trail off, shrugging.\n\n"Oh dear, you mean I was responsible for you not getting to fuck your cute friend?" Aunt Lina rests a hand against her cheek, then sighs dramatically. "Well that's just awful." Then her lips curl up in a smile again. "I suppose I'll have to make it up to you." With that, she unbuttons her jeans and pulls them open, peeling both them and her panties down at once.\n\n<hr>\n[[... whoa...|QOLina1x1]]\n\n[[Whoa whoa whoa!|QOMaya]]

You're not really sure how to deal with this situation, but since this seems to be the best outcome you could hope for at this point, you nod mutely and follow your aunt as she leads the way to the self-checkout. She swipes the condoms and then her driver's license as casually as could be, as if there were absolutely no challenge to it, then drops them in a bag and snags it before heading outside. Turning towards you, she holds out the bag, grinning as you sheepishly accept it.\n\n"Remember, come over as soon as you can. I'll phone and let your mother know you'll be having dinner with me. See you then, sweetheart," she adds with a wink before turning and sauntering off.\n\nYou stand there trying to recover from your near brain aneurysm, before hurrying off before someone with x-ray vision looks into your bag and points at you while making the body snatchers shriek, as you expect to happen at any moment. You knock at Maya's door once you return and she (dressed again) opens it to admit you. "Hey, did you get them?" she asks excitedly.\n\n"Uh. Yeah," you murmur, holding up the bag.\n\n"Mmf, great." Betraying her own eagerness, she unbuttons and shoves down her cutoffs again, showing that she's no longer wearing panties under them. "Great, let's do it!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well alright then.|QOMaya]]\n\n[[You can't.|QOMaya2x7]]

Your mouth moves and your vocal cords work but you don't think what you're doing can rightly be called a reply.\n\nAunt Lina quirks an eyebrow... then reaches out to the rack of condoms and plugs a different box than you were reaching for down. "First of all, that brand is awful. These are better. Second, you shouldn't buy these here, for some reason they don't sell them to you if you're under eighteen."\n\n"... Uh..." You just know your entire face is fire engine red, but you still can't come up with a single thing to say.\n\n"So, simple solution, I'll buy these for you." She smirks and taps the tip of your nose with them. "But after you see whoever you were going to use them with, come over to my house, alright? I've been lonely since your cousin went off to college, I could use someone to talk to."\n\n<hr>\n[[Nod.|QOMaya2x6]]\n\n[[Shake your head.|QOMaya]]

In the end, speed wins out over all other concerns. Hoping that maybe no one will actually be at the new self-checkout and you can just slip in and out without even being noticed, you start taking the series of cut-acrosses and back paths that will take you to the store in a matter of minutes.\n\nThe doors slide open ahead of you and you walk into the air-conditioned interior that smells faintly of every type of food the place contains as well as all the other various products, that distinctly grocery store smell. The condoms are... with the hygiene products, you guess? Slinking over towards the shampoo and shower gel, you glance at the aisles while trying not to look like you're looking for something, lest some wandering employee offer to help. After an eternal few seconds you spot the distinctive boxes with their proud conquering warrior logos and make your way over to them, furtively looking them over, then starting to reach out for one.\n\n"Hello, Jamie dear, doing a little shopping?"\n\nYou freeze completely in place... including, it feels like, your heart stopping. You slowly turn your head, looking at the somewhat curvaceous thirty-something woman standing nearby, one hand on her round hip. She flips some of her long brown hair over her shoulder with her other hand, her thin white blouse hugging full breasts, snug jeans showing off her figure as well.\n\n"Well? Whatcha doing?" your Aunt Lina asks, whiskey-colored eyes twinkling.\n\n<hr>\n[["Uh, uh, uh, uh..."|QOMaya2x5]]\n\n[["Nothing!"|QOMaya]]

You have to admit, that's a pretty good incentive for a shy kid like yourself to do something so potentially embarrassing. Sighing, you sit up and adjust your underwear, blushing as you stand and move back over to your clothes. "Okay, okay."\n\n"Hurry back," Maya murmurs, laying back and slipping a hand under her panties, the outline of her fingers visible as she plays with herself. You stare for a moment, then swallow hard and hurry up with getting dressed.\n\nYou stop on Maya's front step though, hesitating again as you consider. There are several places you could go to get condoms, as far as you know. The nearest would be the grocery store just a block away... having been there many times over the years, you could get there and back in only a few minutes. The drawback? You've been there many times over the years, and more than a few people you know shop there regularly. The chance of being seen buying condoms by someone you know can't be dismissed.\n\nThe other option is the health clinic that's nearby. It'd take a little longer to walk there, but they do have a no-questions-asked policy. Still, you're almost sure to be seen there by someone who works there, and they might make polite conversation even if there are no questions asked. (Besides, no questions doesn't mean no judging looks either, does it?) A bit safer, but still having to be seen and taking longer to get there and back.\n\nYou suppose the absolute safest possibility, even though it would take the longest, would be to go to the school and use one of the machines in the bathrooms. The doors are unlocked during the day in the summer for various people who work during the summer and students doing summer activities, but the chance of being seen is almost zero.\n\nSo... where to get the condom from?\n\n<hr>\n[[Grocery store.|QOMaya2x4]]\n\n[[Clinic.|QOMaya]]\n\n[[School.|QOMaya3x1]]

An octopus, that's... sort of nautical, and nautical is sort of... bathroom? ... Honestly at this point you don't even care. You're desperate to try and find somewhere to wash up and try to salvage your clothes, so you open the door and hurry through.\n\nYou find yourself standing on a sort of catwalk above a truly immense room, with a large water tank below. You gawk around for several moments, wondering what the hell such a facility is doing in a theme park. Are they planning to add some sort of... water show? As you're wondering that, you hear a splash from the expanse of water below and move to the rail, peering down. You pale some and clench the rail tighter in both hands, wondering what the hell you're looking at... it seems to be a <i>lot</i> of very big tentacles, way too many to belong to any regular sea creature, all roiling around each other and smacking against the surface, churning the water into a white-frothed mess. Several of them reach up in the general direction of where you're standing and waggle blindly in the air, and you quickly scramble backwards until you bump against the wall.\n\n"And just what are you doing here...?"\n\nYou jump some at the sudden voice and whip your head to the side, not moving away from the wall as if afraid you might slip if you did. Casually standing nearby, one hand on her hip, is a nice-looking girl who looks like she's probably in her early twenties. Her dark hair is cut short in back, but has two long falls in front of her ears that come all the way down to her (large) chest. She's apparently a goth or something, with dark mascara and black lipstick, bright blue eyes practically glowing beneath her darkened lids. She's wearing a snug black long-sleeved shirt, the neck scooped down to give an extremely generous view of milk-white cleavage, the shirt coming down over the waist of a long, black crushed velvet dress.\n\n"Uh... I... invited," you stammer, glancing nervously towards the water tank before looking back at her. "... Looking for bathroom?"\n\nShe quirks one thin eyebrow, before her glistening black lips curl up into a smirk. "I'll take from that, 'one of the mascots invited me back here, and when we were done, they gave me vague directions towards the bathroom, and I got impatient and wandered in here'. That about right?"\n\nYou try to fight down your blush, as you get the distinct impression she knows exactly why the mascot asked you back here. You clear your throat and nod. "Uh, yeah."\n\n"Harry, I'm guessing. That's probably what's got the Dweller all riled up." She crosses to the railing, leaning out over it and shouting down, "HEY! GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!"\n\nThe tentacles stop exactly where they are, wiggling in place briefly, before quickly subsiding and sinking below the surface again. You stare down at the tank, then at the girl as she turns back towards you.\n\n"Well, that'll calm it down for awhile. You can use my bathroom, I suppose. C'mon." With that, she turns and heads for the metal grating stairs descending from one end of the catwalk. "My name's Baal, by the way."\n\n"Um. Eric." You hurry after her, then shorten your strides, again trying to suppress a blush. Now that you're not being menaced by some weird sea creature, you're reminded of exactly why you're in such a hurry. "Er, what is that thing? And why is it in a theme park?"\n\n"Worldland's a little more than a theme park. It's a long explanation and one I'm neither inclined nor supposed to give out casually, so I'd just say 'don't worry about it'." She notices you hesitating as you get closer to the floor level, where the tank is sunk into, and beckons with one hand, dark metallic purple nails flashing. "C'mon, it's asleep, it won't bother you." She waits for you to scurry down, grinning indulgently as you wind up huddled to within a few inches of her, before she continues. "Short version, it's something that's been here a long time, they had to build the park around it, and it's my job to watch over it and keep it calm."\n\n"So, like... conservation and EPA stuff," you mutter as you follow her across the plain concrete. "Um. So. Baal. Interesting name."\n\n"I'm named for a baby-eating demon god. My family's a little... unusual." Baal chuckles quietly to herself, then opens a door and gestures you inside. You blink as you step into what looks like an extremely normal living room. Not just normal for being inside a theme park, or next to a giant room with a landlocked giant sea creature, normal for... well... belonging to Baal. It's done in mostly earth tones for one thing, with brown carpeting and muted brass light fixtures. About the only thing that goes with the color scheme you'd expect is the black furniture, though even that's overstuffed and comfy-looking. There's a distinct lack of gargoyles or posters for bands with incomprehensible German names, at the very least. Baal closes the door after herself, then leads you through the room and down a hall, opening another door. Inside is a white-tiled room with several cabinets, a hamper, and a bench. "Here y'go. Bathroom's through there, feel free to use the shower, towels are in these cabinets here. Put your clothes in the hamper, I'll toss them in the washer and leave you something to wear."\n\nNodding gratefully, you step into the little anteroom and wait for her to close the door before you start to strip down. Doing so in a strange place, and so shortly after talking to a hot girl, well, you pad into the bathroom with your cock half-hard. The inside isn't enormous, but it's well-outfitted... a long sink counter, a tub, and a fairly large glass-walled shower. You'd almost like to take a bath, but she specifically offered the shower... besides, you don't want to spend forever in here, it would be rude. So you start the water and let it heat up before stepping inside, already sighing in pleasure at the hot steam on your bare skin even before you step under the spray. It's been awhile since your last shower anyway, even forgetting your recent messiness. You feel embarrassed as you realize that Baal will probably see the gooey mess in your clothes... but, well, she already seemed to have a pretty good idea what you and Harry (and company) got up to.\n\nStill, thinking about it fairly quickly has your dick at full-mast, and you reach down a hand to start pumping your shaft slowly, almost more to take some of the ache out of it than anything. Muffling a moan, you slip your other hand back and testingly probe your ass. It still feels just a bit slick and gooey, and your finger slides in very easily, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. Apparently whatever it was that let you take such a huge cock easily is still in effect. You stroke your finger in and out of your ass a few times, your breath gradually speeding up. Your gaze wanders over to the built-in shelf, and the rows of shampoo bottles sitting on it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go for it.|EricBaal1x1]]\n\n[[It's someone else's shower! Don't be a creep!|EricBaal2x1]]

Deciding that wandering out of the room bottomless (and, er, dripping) probably just plain isn't a good idea, you step into your underwear and haul them up, blushing and wincing a bit as there's an almost audible *squish* as you pull them up into place. Sighing, you tug on your jeans as well, then hop your way into your shoes... sitting down would probably just make things worse.\n\nYou head out into the hallway, and wander in the direction Herschel had indicated, glancing around nervously, wondering exactly how you'd explain what you're doing here if some park employee stumbled across you. Your worries and annoyance quickly turn towards the fact that you can't actually find the bathroom... "can't miss it", Herschel said, but these doors just have funny little icons on them, and none of them are the standard "bathroom" ones you're familiar with.\n\nFeeling more of that play-ooze cum start to dribble down the backs of your thighs, you finally decide to pick a door and hope for the best.\n\n<hr>\n[[Octopus.|HaroldHorse10x2]]\n\n[[Dog.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Black Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Wavy Green Stuff.|HaroldHorsePlaceholder]]

Well, why not play the actual protagonist? Cool, plot-relevant, and has at least three cute girls interested in him. You vaguely recall that there were some downsides to him, but eh, whatever. You tap the selection, and experience the strange sensation of your body painlessly being pulled apart and then reconstructed.\n\nYou expect to find yourself appearing on top of a train or something like that, but instead you're standing in a small, circular valley ringed with houses and a few rustic wooden business buildings, a wooden water tower looming above you. Looking down at yourself, you find not a battle-hardened warrior's body in SOLDIER garb, but a kid's body at least a year or two younger than yours, wearing a sky blue shirt and denim shorts. You reach up to find rather spikey blonde hair, so you're definitely Cloud... but you're Cloud as a kid, in Nibelheim!\n\nYou look around, feeling suddenly swamped by memories that you don't think are actually yours... you remember visiting a lot of these houses, hanging out around the shops, you know the people you see. Well... you grew up here, didn't you? Honestly, you feel pretty weird for several moments, rubbing at your head in hopes the disorientation will go away. Lifting your head, you spot something odd... specifically, someone trying to sneak away. A dark-haired girl in a white tanktop, brown vest, and brown skirt... Tifa! What the heck is she doing?\n\nYou watch as Tifa looks around, making sure none of the adults are paying attention, before she bolts down the pathway towards the mountains, clearly hoping to get out of sight before anyone sees her. Uh-oh. You know her mother died recently, and that Tifa has some weird idea that she can find her mom if she goes beyond the mountains. But there are plenty of hazards up there, both natural and the weird monsters that have been appearing more and more lately. She's likely to get hurt!\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell an adult.|FFCSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go after her yourself.|FFCSPlaceholder]]

"I mean, can't you two make some sort of deal? Isn't that what you guys do all the time?" you suggest.\n\n"Well. Deals are sort of what demons do," Mal allows, straightening up.\n\n"And there's a reason a lot of people believe in a celestial bureaucracy," Shotiel agrees. He and Mal exchange a look, then nod and release their weapons, allowing them to disappear. "Alright, let's make a deal, Mal. And don't go trying anything with fine print, I didn't go to 112 years of Heavenly legal school to not be able to spot a clever loophole!"\n\n"Fiiiine," the red-skinned boy huffs, the two of them moving off to the side and huddling together, starting to speak in hushed whispers.\n\nThat... worked a lot easier than you expected. Feeling a bit awkward at suddenly not being part of the proceedings, you sit down on the side of the bed again, resting your hands in your lap and waiting. It takes awhile, but eventually the two of them turn and walk back over. "I think you'll be pleased to hear that we've worked out a deal that will please everyone!" Shotiel announces.\n\n"Yeah?" you reply hopefully, standing.\n\n"Yes. I'll take your soul to Heaven, and Mal will occupy your body here on Earth."\n\nYour jaw drops. "What?!"\n\n"It's best for everyone!" Shotiel chirps. "Mal will leave you alone... the important part of you anyway... and it will go up to Heaven where it can be a great help! Meanwhile Mal will get to walk the Earth and do all sorts of wicked things here, but we both think what the other gets is a fair trade for anything that occurs."\n\n"It's a great deal, glad you suggested it," Mal agrees, nodding enthusiastically.\n\n"B-b-but don't I get a say in it?!" you splutter, feeling your face go pale.\n\n"Not really, no," Mal answers evenly.\n\n"Technically you gave over large parts of your free will both when you performed the spell that summoned Mal and when you prayed to me for help," Shotiel explains. "So an agreement between the two of us as regarding your fate is binding without your input. Now, c'mon!"\n\nInstantly, both of them pounce towards you. In the moment before impact, you find yourself thinking 'But I need my-'\n\n<hr>\n[['-body!'|QOInc8x2]]\n\n[['-soul!'|QOInc9x1]]

You blink a few times as you wake up, then sit up and stretch, yawning. Reaching up to tousle your own hair and smacking your lips a few times, you slip out of bed, then pad over to stand in front of the mirror, taking in the view.\n\nOne of the concessions you got from Shotiel when you agreed to limit your powers while occupying a mortal body was a bit of a reality rewrite. Among other things you got to reshape the body more to your pleasing. It largely resembles your old demon one, but of course stripped of the demonic features. You've given yourself light brown skin in place of red, and your eyes are a shade of brown that vaguely resembles red. Slender and pretty, and with a big fat cock though, just like you like. You smirk at your reflection in the mirror, noting that you've been reduced to just a pair of slightly more prominent than usual canines instead of the several fangs you had before, but oh well.\n\n"Mallory! Come down to breakfast!" your mother calls from below.\n\n"On my way~," you chirp, turning and heading over to the dresser. Tch, you're still stuck with all of Jamie's possessions, including his clothes, though, Shotiel wouldn't give you that much reality rewrite allowance. Oh well, you can buy yourself some nice slutty stuff later! Jamie's things are actually just a bit baggy on you, but at least that means his jeans give some breathing room for your dick since you decide to go commando, and pick out a black long-sleeved shirt. Probably a little warm for most mortals, but even without the majority of your demonic abilities little things like temperature and denim on your bare dick and balls aren't going to bother you.\n\nYou practically skip down the stairs. The human world! Endless possiblities lie open before you! In the lower planes you weren't a particularly powerful demon, but up here, even reduced to the powers a flesh and blood body can properly contain, you can practically do whatever you want! You beam happily at your parents... well, they used to be Jamie's parents, but now they're allll yours! you think as you sit down. That's pretty new too... you technically had parents as a demon, but it was really more of a 'sire' and 'dam' situation, if you put it into mortal terms. You can see a lot of familial resemblance between Jamie and the hippy, full-breasted woman currently at the stove scrambling eggs, less so with the somewhat bookish-looking man reading the paper at the table, he shares more resemblance with the absent older brother. Of course you don't look like any of them, but they won't notice that.\n\n"So, Mallory, any plans for today?" your mother asks curiously as she glances over. "Since you seem a lot more energetic than before."\n\nHeheh, if she only knew~! Still, it's a good question! You consider as you snag a piece of bacon from the plate and munch it. (Oh wow food tastes sooooo much better up here!) The first thing you're going to do is...\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck your mother.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Fuck your father.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go see one of your friends.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Go shopping.|QOInc8x3]]

"Oh, I'll probably go to the mall, y'know, just do some looking around," you reply cheerfully.\n\n"Alright, dear, do you need a ride?"\n\nYou almost smirk at that, since you wouldn't mind a ride with either of them, but have other pressing concerns at the moment. "Nah, I'll just walk!"\n\nBesides, you think a bit later as you head down the sidewalk. There's somewhere you need to go before you actually do any shopping, mall or otherwise. And that's Ramhart & Wolfe, one of the largest and most influential banks on the planet. A slightly less large and influential bank would probably hassle you for walking in looking like you do, scruffy-haired and in "commoner" clothes, but this one is actually big enough that a lot of the people who bank here wear whatever the hell they want and no one bats an eyelash. You make your way to one of the tellers, who only has the faintest blink of hesitation at the sight of a teenager before she says, "Yes, sir, how may I help you today?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I have an account I need a new card for."|QOInc]]\n\n[["I need to access a safety deposit box."|QOInc8x4]]

"I need to access safety deposit box number 000006, please," you announce.\n\nShe quirks an eyebrow at the extremely low number, but turns to her computer and types in. "Yes sir, I see that this deposit box has a numeric code. If you could please type that in on the pad?" she asks, setting a number keypad on the counter in front of you.\n\nGiving her a cheerful smile, you tap in 46656 and enter. She checks her screen, then nods and stands up. "I'll just go get the key, sir, so if you'll wait for me at that door?"\n\nYou grin as you follow her down the hallway to the vault. Certain demonic organizations set up and maintain structures on Earth to aid any demon that manages to make their way up here and set up shop. Any demon with ambitions and a little bit of foresight is generally considered wise to hook up with at least one of said organizations in case they ever do get the chance, since it can be extremely helpful. You're of course expected to help out the organization in certain ways, both below and up here, but overall they generally consider spreading Hell's influence its own reward. It's unlikely Shotiel knew about these little caches of infernal artifacts stored across the world, or at least that you had access to them, or he probably would have made you not accessing them part of the deal. (Hm. Either that or he knew, but Jamie's soul was so valuable that he was willing to let you go without bringing it up so you'd be more likely to agree. ... Eh, nothing you can do about it now, if so.)\n\nAfter retrieving the large lockbox and having a security guard carry it to a small, comfortable private room, the teller and guard both step out and leave you to your privacy. You unlock the box and open it, grinning at the sight of its contents. Oh yes, you definitely made the right choice! Operatives are supposed to choose between one of the financial accounts or one of the caches of artifacts... what you're seeing in here really makes you feel like you picked the right one! You unload several of the magical tomes first, stacking them on the table next to the box, then sort through the assorted power gems, cursed implements, and enchanted jewelry.\n\nWow, there's a ton of great stuff in here... even on the lower planes some of this stuff would have been game-changing for you, though you can imagine some greater demon lord scoffing and tossing some of it in the trash. Heck, that's probably how it wound up in here... below they would have only been useful to struggling up-and-coming demons, up here they're insanely powerful in comparison to most of the magic you have access to. Hm, in fact... the sheer amount of magical power here feels kind of dangerous. You don't want to carry all of it around at once... imagine if you lost it! Or worse got hit by a car or something while carrying it, it would be like dropping a nuke on Deviville, which you're not so keen on since one, you'd die, and two, you live in Deviville now and do not want to nuke it.\n\nProbably better to just take the books and one sort of artifact with you in one of the tote bags provided by the bank. You can come back for the rest later, as you need it. So let's take the...\n\n<hr>\n[[Cursed daggers.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Enhancement bracers.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Summoning jewelry.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Runelord lenses.|QOInc]]\n\n[[Charisma ring.|QOInc]]

Perhaps it's time you ventured away from the computer before you need contacts that aren't just to turn your eyes yellow. (You only had the one pair, they alas wore out and you haven't replaced them yet.) Setting up your computer to perform various maintenance tasks in your absence, you pull a pair of black jeans on over your purple thong, check your t-shirt for anything embarrassing, then grab your Stark Enterprises messenger bag and head for the door.\n\nYou blink in the sun and hiss dramatically before whipping out a pair of round blue sunglasses and slipping them on. There, now, where to go...?\n\n<b>[[The Library|GGLibraryStart]]</b>: Ah, hard copy. You haven't actually sat down with a real book in awhile. Plus the nearest Deviville Public Library is actually pretty great, they have gaming books and stuff like that as well.\n\n<b>[[The Mall|GGMallStart]]</b>: Hey, it's air conditioned, there's lots of stuff to do and browse, and maybe spontaneously bumping into someone you know will be more acceptable than going through the by-now dragging routine of deliberately arranging to meet.\n\n<b>[[Cruise the Streets|GGCruiseStart]]</b>: There's shops outside of malls too, obviously, especially since Deviville started its latest initiatives to attract new and interesting business owners to the community. There's probably other stuff to do, too, just that your mildly jaded teenage mind tends to center around consumerism.

"Ah, thank you, we'd love some tea," you answer, smiling.\n\n"We would?" Lt. Fiviv asks in apparent surprise, then oofs barely perceptibly as you gently elbow her. "I mean, we would," she repeats, nodding firmly.\n\n"Please, come into the kitchen," Kathren says cheerfully, waving you in before making her way back into the kitchen as well. You wonder how she moves around so well with her eyes closed practically all the time. You and E'li make your way in and settle down at the small, square kitchen table while Kathren brings down a jar from the cupboard and goes about preparing two cups of tea with the kettle of water that was already on the stove. "I must say, I'm quite surprised to hear that there might be a problem involving Doctor Fukher, she seemed just fine when she was here earlier."\n\n"Well, ma'am... thank you," you add as she sets the teacup in front of you. You pause to sip it, Fiviv following your example. You're surprised, it's actually rather good, both the scent and the taste quite relaxing after the long day you've had. You continue to sip at it as you explain, "We think she may have been compromised by a hostile alien intruder. Her actions almost certainly aren't entirely her own, these aliens apparently have an ability to bend the minds of those they, um, assault."\n\n"They've apparently got a lot of plans for the Federation, so it's important that we find Doctor Fukher before she compromises security and gives them an opening," Fiviv adds, actually sounding rather sleepy. You're not surprised, she's been through more than you have, and you suddenly feel kind of like a nap yourself.\n\n"Oh dear, well, we definitely wouldn't want the Raptarrans overrunning Earth and the rest of the Federation," Kathren murmurs, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth. "That would be awful."\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah."|TrekF10x1]]\n\n[["Ye-... wait, what?"|TrekF9a]]

"I really think it's imperative if I do all I can to find Doctor Fukher," you note with a frown. "There's definitely something amiss to this whole thing involving her. Besides, I feel responsible," you add with a sigh. "I assumed she was just sulking and didn't check on her before beaming down, after all."\n\n"There are few things more stubborn and difficult to deal with than a starship CMO, Commander, don't beat yourself up," the Admiral advises, patting your shoulder. "Head over to the office annex, the adjutant will have an office assigned to you. We'll also assign a Lieutenant to assist you."\n\n"Thank you, Admiral." Nodding your gratitude, you turn and head for the nearest turbolift. When you arrive at the very office building-y lobby, the uniformed officer sitting behind the desk tells you the alphanumeric label of the office you've been assigned. It... looks near-identical to the one you had as First Officer aboard the Venture, maybe just a bit smaller. You settle behind the desk and start calling up the information files on Doctor Fukher. After a quick skim, it looks like there are several obvious places she might go... she has a home here on Earth in North Carolina, where her children and husband live, though it notes her husband is a Starbeat officer as well and not often at home. (Poor kids, on a number of levels, you can't help but think.) Her husband's assignment is apparently on Nearspace-1, a space station in geosynchronous orbit over Mars... if she's really been compromised, she might attempt to get to him and use his greater access to Starbeat security. The third place is the Dikhard family farm, apparently she and the late Captain were quite close, she might have gone to see his family (or try to access whatever security systems or information he left there).\n\nMusing over the possibilities, you glance up as the door slides open, for a moment only processing surprise that it's someone who's not in uniform. But then you realize that it's actually the purple-skinned security officer from the Venture that's been with you the whole time. It's weird, without the uniform turning her into just another 'extra' in your surroundings, you can actually pay attention to her features, like the short horns jutting from her forehead, or her pointed ears, or her fire-colored eyes. Instead of a uniform she's wearing what looks like some sort of exercise jacket, and the same sort of tight black shorts that are listed under the default choices for Starbeat officers as underwear or workout gear.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/pDWbCYi.png>\n\n"Sir, Lieutenant Fiviv, reporting for duty. ... Apologies for being out of uniform."\n\n"I think considering how it happened, that's understandable," you answer, unable to help keeping a grin off of your face, even as she blushes some in embarrassment.\n\n"About that... um, thank you, sir. I didn't really get the chance to, before... I got sloppy, and you had to save me, so... I also apologize," she adds, bowing slightly while closing her eyes. "I'll understand if you think I'm not fit for this assignment and want to request another officer to assist you," she adds, remaining in the contrite pose.\n\nYou blink at that. "There's no need to apologize, Lieutenant. Anybody could get blindsided by an invisible opponent. I'm actually glad to have a familiar face here."\n\n"... Thank you, sir," she murmurs, straightening up and squirming just a little.\n\n"Are you sure you're okay, though? I wouldn't blame you for needing a break after that."\n\n"No, sir. I requested this duty, if you'd have me. I'm not going to let these things win and make fools of all of us, or harm the Federation. That would bring shame on me," she adds with a bit of a scowl.\n\n"Alright. Lieutenant Fiviv... ah, I'm sorry, I don't recall your given name, if Fiviv isn't...?"\n\nThat... makes her blush some again, and she actually seems flustered for a moment before composing herself. "El'i. El'i Fiviv, sir," she replies, pronouncing it like 'Ellie' with a slight pause and a harder second syllable.\n\n"Alright, then. Well, I think I have a few potential leads on where Doctor Fukher might have gone. We can assume she's either running scared, or has been turned to the Raptarran's cause... either way, these leads provide her options."\n\n"Yes, sir. I'll replicate a new uniform as we travel," she adds, a bit sheepishly. "Where will we be traveling to, though...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[North Carolina.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Mars orbit.|TrekF]]\n\n[[The English countryside.|TrekF9x2]]

"Ma'am, would you mind if we came inside and waited for your father and Doctor Fukher to return?" you ask. "It's not really that the Doctor is in trouble with Starbeat, more that she could be in trouble in general."\n\n"Mm. What did you say your name was?"\n\n"I'm Commander Erin Hawt. This is Lieutenant El'i Fiviv," you note, gesturing to the alien woman beside you.\n\n"Oh, you're Erin?" The girl's eyebrows quirk a bit. "My uncle Jean-Fuk mentioned you in a few of his letters. You do match his description of you pretty closely." She looks you up and down, then shrugs. "I'm Elizabeth Dikhard, people call me Liz. Alright, come in, then."\n\nShe leads the way into the house, which is rustic and looks more like something from the eighteenth century instead of the twenty-third. As you approach what looks like the kitchen, a woman that strongly resembles an older version of Liz, in her early forties perhaps and quite nice-looking, her hair long and in a French braid, wearing a simple white blouse and long red skirt. "Oh, Liz, more Starbeat people?"\n\n"Mother, this is Commander Hawt, the woman who was uncle Jean-Fuk's chief of security. They came here looking for Doctor Fukher." Liz turns back to you and gestures to the older woman. "My mother, Kathren."\n\nKaren Dikhard purses her lips, then nods. "Well, if Jean-Fuk trusted you, I suppose we can do no less. It's all very strange, honestly. But where are my manners, would you like some tea?"\n\nYou've never been big on tea, but it is England, isn't it like a mortal sin or something to refuse an offer of tea here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|TrekF9x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|TrekF11x1]]

"We're headed for England, a small farm in the country," you explain as you finish transferring files to a tablet and stand up. "I'll requisition us a shuttle so you have time to change on the flight."\n\n"Alright, sir."\n\nAbout an hour later the shuttle is banking in lightly towards the concrete pad about a quarter of a mile from the quaint but still fairly sizeable farmhouse with little around it but pleasant rolling fields and well-tended orchards. You stroll down the back ramp of the shuttle, Lt. Fiviv trotting a bit to catch up with you since she was piloting, the alien woman once again clad in a proper Starbeat uniform. The two of you head up the packed-earth road (seriously?) towards the house, the door opening as you approach. A girl steps out... maybe eighteen, nineteen you figure? Dark hair falling around her shoulders, intense eyes, very pretty, wearing a thin blouse and snug shorts. She folds her arms as you approach, giving you a bit of a smirk.\n\n"More Starbeat officers, hm? Nothing for weeks and then here you come all traipsing through here at once," she announces, her voice carrying a mild French accent.\n\nThat makes you blink. "Someone else from Starbeat has been here?"\n\n"Several. First there were a couple of the local boys, dropping by to ask if we'd seen Doctor Fukher, and to let them know if we did. And then, about an hour later, there was Doctor Fukher."\n\nYou resist the urge to let your jaw drop. "Ah... and did you contact Starbeat?"\n\n"My father refused. He's got a bit of a contrary streak, you see. He assumed she must be in some kind of trouble, and between Starbeat and a friend of the family it was obvious which he'd pick. They went off to town together to get something or other."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for them to come back.|TrekF9x3]]\n\n[[Go after them.|TrekF]]

Despite being severely weirded out, you do still need a place to stay, after all. Trying to put the strange body modification you've undergone out of your mind, you follow along after Applejack, your bare feet padding over the dirt path that sort of feels more like molded foam or something. It does eventually turn to real dirt, though, as you get further away from the main street that's apparently the primary tourist attraction. Neither one of them bothers your bare feet much... either it's really soft ground or your changes include tougher foot soles. Eventually you're walking over idyllic rolling green hills, which begin to be spotted with apple trees bearing shiny, ripe-looking fruit.\n\nThe two of you approach something that looks like a cross between a farmhouse and a barn, though it's more the former than the latter. There's two people lingering near the front door, and as you get closer you can start to pick out details. One's a really big guy, at least six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders, tawny blonde hair, a red-and-black flannel shirt, jeans, workboots. He's heavily muscled, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, the sort of guy that brings to mind the word 'workhorse'. Hopping about next to him in energetic fashion is a girl the complete opposite... she looks like she's about thirteen or so, a little slip of a thing in a yellow t-shirt and overalls, barefoot like you are. Red hair, big pink bow in it, pretty darn cute really.\n\n"Alright, this's most've the Apple family," Applejack says as the two of you walk up, turning to face you. "Granny's out mannin' th' tourist part of th' orchard. This here's m' big brother, Big Macintosh."\n\n"Uh, nice to meet you," you say, holding out a hand.\n\n"Eeeyup," the big man answers, giving your hand a firm (but thankfully not crushing) shake with his much larger one.\n\n"An' this's my li'l sister Applebloom."\n\n"Howdy!" the girl chirps, hopping forward and peering up towards you from up close, a big grin on her face. You lean back a little in surprise at the invasion of your personal space. "Nice ta meetcha!"\n\n"Um, yeah," you agree, nodding and blushing just a little. She's definitely as cute as her sister, despite not having the same knockout body... yet. "Nice to... and everything."\n\n"And this's... hm..." Applejack eyes you, then walks over and slips two fingers into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them out and down just a bit.\n\n"H-hey!"\n\n"Hrm. Snake Eyes? No, that's another feller. Double One? 'Ceptin' there ain't two of ya. Tarnation, it's bad luck ta get such an incomprehensible cutie mark!" Applejack releases your shorts, allowing you to tug them back into place. Then she grins. "Well, no offense, but frankly that sounds 'bout right... we'll just call ya Unlucky Dice. Dice fer short."\n\n"I... guess that fits," you have to admit, your cheeks still aflame. \n\n"He's got a cutie mark?! Just fer showin' up?!" Applebloom's howl of outrage takes you by surprise as she briefly runs in a frantic, frustrated circle before zipping inside the house with a wail of, "It's not faaaaaair!"\n\n"Oh, don't mind her, she'll be fine by suppertime," Applejack says with a little 'pshaw', waving a hand in Applebloom's direction. She turns back to you. "Anyhow, you'll bunk down in th' hay loft of th' barn, we've got a li'l place set up in there, should be comfy enough. If ya prove ta be a good worker an' decide ta stay on, we'll find ya somethin' more cozy an' permanent."\n\nYou blink at that, but nod. As weird as your arrival was, you can't help but feel a little hopeful at the idea of finding at least a semi-permanent place to stay.\n\n"Hm, still mosta th' day left," Applejack observes after a brief glance at the sky, shading her eyes despite already wearing a hat. "Plenty of work t'be done! Well, Dice, here's what we've got. I need someone ta take a cart of apples over ta [[Sugar Cube Corner|PonyAMplaceholder]] for me. Could also use some help out in th' fields doin' [[apple buckin'|PonyAMplaceholder]]. Big Mac's gotta do some [[heavy liftin'|PonyAM1x3]] out by th' barn, might he could use a hand with that. An' th' lot of us've been plum busy lately, none of us had th' time ta [[clean the house|PonyAMplaceholder]], it needs it for sure. So what'll it be, pardner...?"

You've never exactly been one for doing strength-based labor before, since your muscle tone generally shaded towards 'nonexistant'. But after your little trip through the weird machine, you do feel a lot stronger, and after thinking about it, you're almost eager to try out your new muscles. "Sounds like Big Macintosh might need the most help, I'll go with him."\n\nApplejack chuckles and gives you a smile that you'd call 'indulgent', reaching out to ruffle your hair. "It's cute you think that. But I don't doubt he does need a bit, at least, so you go on."\n\n"Er, 'kay," you murmur, then turn and hurry after Big Macintosh as he just starts off towards one of the barns dotted about the property without another word. He doesn't seem inclined to talk much at all, really, you notice as he covers the distance in silence. Arriving at the barn, he pulls the doors open, revealing a fairly large collection of old, rusty, and rather outdated-seeming farm equipment, including several ridable types such as a large old tractor.\n\n"Gonna move all this, over there," Big Macintosh announces, pointing at the junk and then a ways down the road.\n\n"Uh, wow, okay." You stare at the heap of equipment... it's not exactly what you pictured when you heard 'heavy lifting', you thought it would be hay bales or something.\n\nThe large man moves forward and into the barn, taking a pair of workboots and knocking them out briefly, then holding them out to you. "Oughtta fit close 'nuff. Don't wanna drop anything on yer toes."\n\n"Right." You flop down on the ground and quickly pull the boots on, cinching them tightly to make up for them being a bit too big. Once you're done you hop to your feet, just in time to see Big Mac squat down and slip his hands under the tractor. Then he slowly stands up, his muscles visibly flexing and going taut under the snug denim of his jeans and the flannel of his shirt. You stare wide-eyed as he actually lifts the massive farm vehicle up onto his shoulders and settles it there, tawny head bent forward, before he starts moving towards the door. You quickly scramble out of his way as he ducks slightly, looking like he's got nothing more heavy than a particularly overstuffed feed bag resting on his back.\n\n"Help make sure it don't tip," he grunts to you as he heads down the dirt road in front of the barn. You follow more by reflex than anything else, staying close to his side. Sure enough, at one point the heavy back end of the tractor starts to tip towards you. Thinking you must be crazy, you nevertheless reach up and try to steady it. Though the weight settles onto your hands, it doesn't crush you as you were expecting. In fact, you're able to nudge it a bit, and Big Mac shifts his massive shoulders to realign the tractor and continue carrying it. You continue to help him balance it as he carries it almost half a mile down the road and finally thumps it down in a large open space beside it. Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, he dabs at his forehead rather daintily for a man that just carried a farm vehicle.\n\n"Wow. Um..." You're not sure whether to even point out something he seems to take for granted, so instead you glance at the tractor. "So what're we putting it out here for anyway?"\n\n"Scrap collector, comes by tomorrow," he grunts in reply, before turning and heading back towards the barn, with you having to scramble after him again. Once he gets there, he looks around for a moment, then points at a large metal watering trough. "That looks 'bout right. You give it a go."\n\n"I don't think I can-"\n\n"I'll help ya." With that, Big Mac crosses to the trough and waits, just looking at you with those big green eyes. Flummoxed, you walk over, standing where he points. "Now, bend yer knees first, like yer squattin'. Now y'can bend forward. Make sure ya got a good grip," he instructs as you obey, finding a pair of handholds on the trough. "Now, lift with yer legs, drivin' up from yer hips," he continues, resting his hand on your back and sliding it down a bit, giving you a push as you start to lift. "Then just get it settled an' there y'go," he finishes, nudging the trough a bit to help you rest it on your shoulders. "Good job, now just keep it like that an y'should be fine, let's head out there."\n\nYou're amazed to find that it wasn't even that hard... between Big Mac's coaching and his encouragement, you feel like you could sprint the distance to the dropoff point. Well, almost, you actually head out there at a nice even walk. Still, once the large farmhand has watched you take a few more moderate-sized pieces out, he declares you "Good 'nuff" and lets you work on your own, as long as you "Don't get foolish". Every so often he'll call you over to help him balance some much larger or heavier piece like a fridge or a thresher, or follow along with you to make sure you're handling it alright. Though he doesn't say more than a dozen words the whole time, by the end you've got a distinct feeling of camaraderie going. You're also both soon covered in sweat and dirt, clothes sticking to you slightly and skin a bit darkened by the smears of dust and rust mixed with perspiration.\n\nBy the time the sun is just beginning to set, the two of you return to the barn to find that it's empty save for a lot of dust, dirty hay, and a couple of old bits of furniture. Big Mac walks to the back doors and pushes them open as well, revealing a sort of "porch" that's not much more than a concrete slab with a drain set to one side of it. Resting on an old wooden frame on the ground to that side of the porch is an old metal water tank, with a pipe coming off one side that has a broad metal showerhead attached. Big Mac gives it a light rap with his knuckles, then mms. "Full," he announces. Shrugging, he unbuttons his flannel shirt and shrugs out of it, revealing a sweaty white t-shirt. "May as well use it one last time, then."\n\n"Uh." You blink at him, then blush as he sets the flannel shirt on a nearby wooden chair before peeling out of the damp cotton. "You mean, shower... right out here?"\n\n"Eeeyup." Stepping on the heels of his boots to get out of them, he sets them on the seat of the chair before he begins unbuckling his belt. "Applejack'd have our hides if we sat down ta supper like this."\n\n"Um. Well. Okay." Making your way uncertainly over towards another chair, you start undressing as well. Considering you only have your t-shirt, shorts, and boots, it's not exactly an involved process, but embarrassment makes you take longer. When you finally turn back around, you can't help but stare. Big Macintosh is standing under a broad spray of water, soaping up, apparently completely unashamed of standing out in the open in the nude. Not that he has a damn thing to be ashamed of... it's hard to think of any way to describe his muscled, powerful body other than "perfect". He turns slightly, and your jaw nearly drops. His cock is <i>immense</i>... it nearly hangs to his knees, and it's not as if he's got short legs!\n\nTrying not to stare (or to be completely intimidated), you make your way over, eyes averted. Luckily the showerhead is set up with such a broad spray that you can stand a fair bit away and still get plenty of water. You almost jump out of your skin when Big Mac taps your shoulder, and can't help but give him a sheepish look when you realize he's just holding out half the bar of soap to you. If he notices your embarrassment, he doesn't say anything, simply returning to soaping up his underarms and chest. You can't help but sneak a peek as his hands slide lower, starting to lather up around his crotch, streaks of soapsuds dripping down his balls and shaft.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're not into guys, but you've gotta admit that's impressive.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you've gotta suck that cock.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are totally into him, and you want to tongue his ass.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You are amazingly into him, but too intimidated and shy to make a move.|PonyAMPlaceholder]]

Santa probably has magic to get him down the chimney, right? Maybe it just needs a little, y'know, nudge. Placing your hands on the soles of his boots, you give a light shove downwards, trying to further stuff the jolly old elf down your chimney. Not feeling any real give other than in his knees, you press again, harder this time. There's just the very faintest feeling that he's scooched down in the chimney a bit more. Encouraged, you lean your entire weight down on the soles of Santa's boots, pressing as hard as you can.\n\nRather abruptly, Santa goes zipping down the chimney like an otter down a waterslide... with you, of course, leaning all your weight on him as he does. You yelp as you tumble forward into the gaping, dark maw of your own chimney, tumbling down right after Santa. Despite the fact that you shouldn't fit down either, you feel yourself falling through a wide, open darkness, the smell of woodsmoke strong in your nose. You feel yourself spinning faster and faster, tumbling around and bumping up against something repeatedly, until you abruptly thump against a pile of logs. Tumbling out of your fireplace in a small cloud of ash and dust, you cough out a few times as you sit up, then wobble to your feet. Looking around uncertainly, you call, "Santa?"\n\nNot hearing any reply or seeing him, you look down at yourself to check for injury, then squeak in surprise. You're wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, alright, but it's now bright red, with scooped cleavage lined with white fur. A pair of shiny, snug-fitting (but soft and easily-bending) black leather gloves cover your hands. Your satin pajama pants are, like your top, red and fur-trimmed... and is that a bulge?! You rush to the bathroom where you can look in a mirror... you look a little pudgier than before, and your hair has turned snowy white, with a bit of sparkly permablush on your cheeks. Your boobs look a bit bigger too, probably from the light extra layer of fat. Swallowing, you push down the front of your pants... and stare at the long, thick cock that flops out. Quickly stuffing it away, you go scrambling back out of the house and up the ladder. "What happened?!" you wail at Rudy.\n\n"Hoo boy, this is one reason you should've let us take care of it," the reindeer answers with a sigh. "Sometimes when Santa's magic is acting up, unpredictable things can happen. Like this... you went down the chimney warp with him, so you must have gotten all jumbled together coming out."\n\n"Unjumble us!" you blurt, flailing a little, then stopping and pressing your arms over your chest at all the jiggling that causes.\n\n"Hey, I don't have that kind of mojo. Probably some of the elves at the North Pole do, though. And before you ask, yes, we'll take you there," Rudy adds.\n\n"But they'll be ticked if you bail on Christmas to head straight there," one of the reindeer behind him comments, a particularly large and buff specimen.\n\n"Slammer's right, there's still a lot of deliveries to do," Rudy admits. "The elves would be in a pretty bad mood if we skipped 'em. Maybe you ought to go ahead and finish off Santa's deliveries... we'll help, don't worry. Most of the magic is pretty instinctive, you should be able to manage it for just half the night."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree to do the rest of the deliveries.|HollyXmas5x5]]\n\n[[Insist on going right to the North Pole.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Go back inside.|HollyXmas]]

Shrugging, you press the blue button. No need to get fancy, after all. A dome light starts flashing and spinning above one of the open passages, the conveyer belt leading into it rumbling to life. "Please step onto the belt, sir," the park girl says cheerfully, gesturing with one hand. Shrugging, you move forward and step carefully onto the belt, allowing it to move you forward and through the square hole in the wall. It's actually just a little creepy in here, there's just barely enough light to see yourself by... you can't even see what might be around you in the build.\n\nYou yelp as a pair of robotic arms suddenly swing around and grab your arms, lifting them up and above your head, actually pulling you off of the conveyer belt and into empty air. "Hey!" you call in protest as more of the arms swing in towards you, starting to snip and cut away your shirts and to remove your shoes and socks. A somewhat more dextrous hand undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and yanks both them and the briefs under them off down your legs, your cock flapping free as you're left dangling naked in midair. "What the hell?!" you call angrily.\n\nYour eyes widen as new robot arms swing in, though these are all tipped with syringes. You almost start to thrash around, then think better of it as those sharp, glistening tips come closer. You freeze in place, biting back another yelp as you feel the sting of the needles penetrating in your arms, legs, chest, and even a few in your groin. Heat floods your body as they inject their payload and draw back. You shudder, looking down at yourself, and watching in shock as your muscles grow and firm up... not massively, but you quickly lose your scrawny look, the sight of bare ribs and slim waist replaced by the toned, taut build of a swimmer or gymnast. But that's not the only thing that gets your attention... your cock is growing too! Your shaft grows erect, getting longer, harder and thicker than it's ever been, even as your balls swell and hang more heavily below it.\n\nYou shudder in the grip of the robotic manacles, feeling pleasure build up in your shaft even as it continues getting longer and thicker. Once it's almost a foot long and a little less thick than a soda can, you let out a near bellow of release as you start shooting long, thick streams of cum, each one obviously much more than any other entire load you've ever shot. Once you've fired off at least ten or twelve blasts, your cock slowly softens and droops, though it still retains the majority of its length even as it dangles between your now toned thighs.\n\nPanting and breathless, you watch as another arm moves in, and thumps against the side of your hip with a slight sting. You crane your head, just able to make out what looks like a pair of blue dice that have both rolled a one now emblazoned on your skin. The arm thumps against your other hip to leave a mirror image of the same mark, before you're moved along again. A set of arms holding some denim shorts that just come to your knees slides them up your legs, while another rubber-tipped one helpfully tucks your cock down one leg of the shorts before they're buttoned up for you. You're set down on the ground, your arms guided through the holes of a bright blue t-shirt before you're given a good shove towards a door that slides open.\n\nBewildered and still a little in shock, you stare around in confusion at the scene before you. There's bright green grass, and buildings that look a little... well, slightly plastic, as if it were a playset design sized up to human proportions. There are a number of people milling about, wandering in and out of the buildings or just talking with what you assume are castmembers, to judge by their slightly more elaborate, colorful outfits (which, considering the visitors are tourists, is saying something).\n\n"Howdy! You must be th' new hand I was promised!"\n\nTurning your head, you spot a very pretty girl several years older than yourself. Her hair is wheat-blonde and done in a thick braid that's pulled forward over one shoulder, a somewhat battered brown cowboy hat resting atop it. An orange-and-red flannel shirt is tied up just underneath her fairly large chest, leaving her midriff bare and showing off a stomach toned to six-pack perfection. A thoroughly broken-in pair of jeans fits the curve of her hips and legs like a denim second skin, the bottom of the jeans tucked into a pair of cowboy boots. She grins at you, showing off a pretty face thoroughly dotted with freckles, her big green eyes dancing as she flicks the brim of her hat back a little.\n\n"Well, y'seem a tad on th' scrawny side, but I don't turn down help when I need it, learned m'lesson there. Name's Applejack."\n\n"Uh... Eric," you reply, stunned both by your recent experience and the pretty girl greeting you so casually after it. "What just-?"\n\n"Eric? Hm, hafta come up with somethin' better than that, won't fit in too well 'round here otherwise. And oh, don't mind that whole thing," she adds, gesturing to the now closed panel you emerged from. "Just adaptin' ya so you'll be able to work here in Ponyville good'n'proper. Can't keep up with everypony else if y'don't. Y'okay? Didn't actually hurt ya none, did it?" she adds, frowning a bit and leaning in, apparently concerned.\n\nBlinking, you pat yourself down, blushing a little as your hands feel your sizeable cock under your shorts. But other than being a lot more hale and hearty than you've been in awhile, you seem to be fine... you don't even sting or itch anywhere from being injected or, apparently, tattooed. "No. I guess I'm fine. It was just... weird."\n\n"You'll get used to it. C'mon, I'll get ya settled in at Sweet Apple Acres," Applejack says, beckoning as she turns to walk off down a carefully cultivated and slightly artificial-seeming dirt path.\n\n<hr>\n[[Follow Applejack.|PonyAM1x2]]\n\n[[This is too weird, run away!|PonyAMplaceholder]]

"Who are you?" you ask, frowning just a little. You also try not to stare at all the very attractive girl on display. It's not quite as mesmerizing as it might have been before, but it's still quite a sight.\n\n"My name's Mal. Used to be a salvager and smuggler, before I tried to salvage one of the Raptarrans' little trap ships. Guessing the same thing happened to you?" Grinning a bit at your nod, Mal shakes her head. "And I'm guessing from the look on your face, you used to be a guy too, huh?"\n\n"You mean, you too...?"\n\n"Yup. Raptarran males don't really seem to care about gender too much, normally they'll fuck anything that they can dominate and that has a nice, hot hole for them to stick their cocks in. But since we're for a particular use, they turn anyone selected for the Breeding Hunt into a female. They leave your physical stature alone, pretty much, apparently all they really do is switch your gender."\n\n"You must have been pretty buff as a guy, then," you say without really thinking about it, before blushing and glancing away.\n\nMal just laughs. "I actually wasn't nearly this built at first, I was maybe only a little bit more toned than you are now. But I'm one of the most successful humans to ever take part in the Breeding Hunt, and I spend a lot of my off time training for when I get hunted. Some get complacent and wind up getting chubby in their off time after a couple of good hunts. They pretty quickly wind up as incubators, from what I understand."\n\n"Incubators?"\n\n"They just get repeatedly fucked by Raptarrans of a certain status and lay eggs all the time. Nothing else. Remember what fun that was?" The tone of her voice says that she's only half joking about it being 'fun'... clearly you're not the only one who's been altered to enjoy being bred and laying eggs. "Well, orgasmic or not, sounds pretty dull to me. I enjoy myself a lot more as a participant."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"Ummm, well, why don't I have a try at getting Santa unstuck first?" you suggest. "I mean... I wouldn't want him to get mad at me for touching his sleigh without his permission."\n\n"Hoo boy, you really are a good little girl," Rudy says with a bit of a sigh and exchanging a glance with some of the reindeer behind him. But then he shrugs. "Okay, sure, if you think you can."\n\nYou walk over to the chimney, which luckily isn't that tall... you're able to hop up and scramble up onto the edge of it where Santa is stuck upside-down. At least he stops kicking when one of his legs bumps against you, apparently realizing someone is here to help. It looks like he's stuck just a bit past the belt... you wonder if this is your fault for not having your chimney swept more regularly? Either way, you need to try and get him out now. Or, well, you guess one way to help get him out would be to get him through...\n\n<hr>\n[[Pull.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Push.|HollyXmas5x4]]

"Um. I don't know how else to ask, but what are... these things?" you murmur, pointing to the strip of material sealing your pussy shut. \n\n"Ah, those. We just call 'em 'seals'. The design on 'em indicates your purpose and your rank in that purpose." Mal laughs a little. "To put it bluntly, babe, your reproductive facilities are now owned by the Raptarrans. They don't want you wasting any time or bodily effort on a human pregnancy when you could be cranking out Raptarran eggs."\n\n"What?! How would that even happen?! Besides, I was a guy before!"\n\n"Yeah, but you're a girl now, and a girl that's been hardwired to get off on reproducing. Trust me, from now on, you see a guy and you're gonna want to fuck. And there are guys around. Raptarrans use alien species for most of their drudgery work, which includes taking care of their other slaves like us. Pretty much every slave wears some sort of seal. You'd think they'd just make all the guys or just all the girls wear 'em, but I guess they don't want to take any chances."\n\nYou sit in silence for a few moments, processing all of that. It's pretty strange to have confirmation that you're biologically altered to be a complete sex maniac, and that they have to seal up your vagina just to keep you from shoving it on every dick you come across. Actually, even thinking about it is starting to turn you on, and you shift a little in your chair at the still unfamiliar sensations. But that brings up another question, and you clear your throat.\n\n"So how do I, er... go?"\n\n"It absorbs it."\n\n"... Seriously?" You look at Mal, suspecting a prank.\n\n"Dead serious. Actually it's a new feature, used to you just peed right through it and wiped it clean. Of course, other fluids went through it too... I guess the Raptarrans got tired of the females they'd engineered to be turned on at the drop of a hat leaving puddles on the floor everywhere they went." Mal suddenly goes solemn-faced. "But remember, it only covers the front."\n\n"... Got it," you murmur, suspecting a story there that you don't want to hear.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

"What is all this? Why am I here?" you ask.\n\n"You've been selected to take part in what the Raptarrans call the Breeding Hunt. Basically, you must have impressed them with how you were able to evade capture when they were after you." Mal grins broadly. "For my own part, I led them on a chase across three sectors with my ship."\n\n"I didn't do anything nearly that impressive. I only nearly got away from them on one of their honeytrap ships."\n\n"Oh, you did it on foot, huh? They take different things into account. Basically you must have struck them as smart and fit enough to put in the Hunt. Anyway, the Breeding Hunt is where Raptarrans who have reached a certain rank and privilege get to chase down worthy prey and impregnate them. Basically proving who's strongest, fastest, and fittest to have their genetics survive."\n\n"So those eggs I laid, they have some sort of... hybrids... inside?" You make a bit of a face thinking about it, not sure how that makes you feel.\n\n"Nah. I've seen the offspring, as far as I can tell they're fully Raptarran, though supposedly at least a few of our traits at least influence them... y'know, help them get smarter, faster, stronger. But they want you to put up the best effort you can, they even encourage you to outrun the hunter fully if you can. That means you're better prey and that even stronger and higher-ranked Raptarrans get the privilege of hunting you and propagating their line with you."\n\n"Rewards?"\n\n"Yeah. You must have done pretty well your first time out to not only get this place, but an explanation from a veteran. I didn't even last until nightfall my first time, I got stuck in a crappy little one-room cell with a bunk and a combination toilet-sink in the corner. The longer you last and the more you accomplish in your run, the more rewards they give you. You get rewarded <i>really</i> richly if you manage to complete the whole run without getting caught and fucked. Basically, they've made a game out of Darwinism." She raises her wrist and points at her own countdown clock. "Each hunt is usually about forty-eight hours long. Rarely it will be less or more. One time I actually had one for an entire week, still don't know what was up with that. But the red time shows you're 'safe' and how much longer before your next hunt. I suggest trying to go to sleep before time runs out, it's less trouble. You also get more 'time off' the better you do in your hunts."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Other questions.|BadCypher8x12]]

You swallow hard, then follow it up with a deep breath. Trying to recall how confident and energetic you felt before, you focus yourself down and do try to offer the woman a grin. "Put down the gun and we'll talk about it, okay?"\n\nThe blonde blinks... and you think actually blushes a little. She exchanges a glance with the other, and after a moment both shrug, Kat lowering the revolver and taking a step back. "Alright then, talk."\n\n"It's some drinks I have. Experimental sodas," you explain, doing your best to stay calm as you slowly lower your hands. "I drank one, and I turned into that... well, that cheetah. Not just fast, but agile, strong, all my senses were heightened. I was seriously superhuman."\n\nThe robbers exchange another glance, Marine frowning a little, but nevertheless unable to hide her interest as she says, "And you're saying you've got more of that stuff?"\n\n"Yeah," you answer with a nod, glancing back and forth between them.\n\n"Hm." The blonde frowns, tapping her revolver against the side of her leg, then almost jerking it away when she realizes what she's doing. "So. What's to stop us from robbing you like you robbed us?"\n\nYou almost go a little pale at that, before you realize the threat is empty. The grin comes a little easier this time. "You wouldn't even know where to begin looking. Not like I've got a driver's license so you can look up my address."\n\n"He's got us there," Marine mutters, frowning again and glancing at the blonde. "... I dunno, if he's got more..."\n\n"Alright, kid, color us interested." Kat holsters the revolver and folds her arms over her generous chest. "What are you suggesting?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You'll sell it to them.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[You'll assist them.|QOHPT]]\n\n[[You'll share it with them.|QOHPT10x6]]

Unable to help it any longer, you once more push down the front of your pajama pants, the stretchy waistband sliding down and letting your long, fat cock spring free, heavy balls tumbling over the waistband. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, you begin stroking and pumping, unable to help lightly rocking your hips into the strokes. Surrounded by the dim lighting and warmth of the fire and a strange family's Christmas decorations, you shamelessly stroke and jerk your cock, clear dribbles of pre oozing out and trickling down over your fingers.\n\nReaching up, you pull down the scooped cleavage of your shirt, letting your overly fat tits spill out, the fur trim tickling the undersides lightly. Grabbing one breast with your free hand, your fingers sink in and almost disappear as you begin kneading it, just as heedless and excited as the teenage girl no doubt still frantically frigging herself upstairs. Just the thought of her in this state is enough to make Santavision kick in, and you're once more treated to a voyeuristic view of Madelyn, biting her lower lip as she uses one wet fingertip to tease the pucker of her asshole, her other hand rubbing her stiff little clit for all that it's worth.\n\nMuffling your own moans at the sight, you let your lips part, panting harder and harder as you get closer. Seized by a sudden perverse impulse you're powerless to control any more than that to jerk off, you quickly step over to the little side table that's up against the wall, where the plate of plain sugar cookies rest. You let out a loud gasp as that first shuddery, sort of liquid burst of orgasm hits you as you start cumming with your cock for the first time. And there's so much, and all of it feels so good coming out! No guy you've ever been with came like this, incredibly thick splurts of goo that splatter all over the plate of cookies, oozing heavily across the surface of the pale Christmas trees, snowmen, and stars. Your hips jerk, hefty balls swaying and wobbling, tits similarly jiggling as you urge every last drop out and over the cookies.\n\nYou close your eyes, panting and gasping until you can catch your breath. Already feeling a bit ashamed, you open your eyes and look down, then blink in shock. You expected to see a plate of cookies with an utterly lewd mess all over them that you'd have to dump in the trash and hope no one questioned it too much. Instead the massive amount of cum you sprayed all over the plate of cookies seems to have... coated each one individually. It now looks like the sugar cookies have simply had a nice, smooth, thick layer of sugar glaze applied.\n\nYou hesitate... and then that perverse tickle of wickedness hits again. Giggling, you tug up your pants and haul your top back into position, before grabbing the bag and heading for the chimney. Well... Christmas is a day to indulge yourself, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HollyXmas5xEnd]]

Really, you need a capable second in command, someone to order minions about in your stead... especially since your current body is more inspiring of lust than of fear. So you need someone... something... well, both, really, to strike fear into both your enemies and your followers. Luckily, your whole myth base allows you to create just such a youma. Unluckily, you don't have the energy to make her out of whole cloth (or pure energy, rather)... you'll have to convert a human into a youma. Which means finding a candidate that already fits the idea of your assistant to some extent.\n\nYou spend the next several days lurking around the city, resisting the urge to do anything that would put you on the Senshi's map, which makes the period rather boring and frustrating. But finally, you're reading the local newspaper and find, buried amidst the back pages, a story about the perfect human for your purposes. Obviously it doesn't include her address, but you have your ways of divining a mere human's location. That night, when your candidate enters her apartment, looking tired and annoyed, you're stretched out on her couch, posed elegantly propped up on one arm. The heavyset woman's eyes go wide, and she turns to scramble for the drawer of the entryway table, only to find it already open. "Now, now, Amy, none of that," you coo, briefly holding up the revolver she'd hidden, and then causing it to disappear in a short burst of flame. "I'm not here to hurt you, so don't go trying to hurt me."\n\n"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my apartment, naked and... wearing fake ears?" the big woman growls, scowling at you.\n\nYou do frown at that, you're not naked! Just... almost. And you give your ears a very deliberate twitch to show her that they're not fake, her eyes widening again at the realization. "My name is Anubilis, Amy, a youma based on the Egyptian god of the underworld. Normally, we pounce on humans and drain them of their energy, but that's not what I'm here to do to you. I'm here to help you," you add as you rise to your feet, smiling sweetly at her.\n\n"Help me?" Now seeming more stunned than anything else, the woman's eyes follow you suspiciously as you move to stand in front of her.\n\n"A female guard abusing female prisoners in a not particularly titillating way isn't exactly going to make front-page news, is it? Still enough to make your life hard, I imagine," you continue, watching her expression sour, but just continuing to smile knowingly at her. "Your union's not going to fight for you particularly hard, they've got other, longer-employed, and more high profile members to defend. But what I'm interested in is how you were punishing those inmates who were sent to solitary... sleep deprivation, wasn't it?"\n\n"... It kept them tired and lethargic," Amy mutters after a moment, glancing away a little. "A little edgy too, less likely to talk back."\n\n"It made them restless, yes. Well, Amy, I'm here to offer you a chance to take power over even more rulebreaking, wicked young women." You can immediately see a flicker of interest in her eyes, so you press on. "How would you like to become a youma? My second in command, and help me track down, defeat, and punish a band of magical girls called the Sailor Senshi? And, after that of course, you can help me rule the world."\n\n"That's... crazy."\n\n"No dear, crazy is getting tied up in a bland but drawn-out legal battle where your employment is up in the air for months, until you're finally fired with cause and will have trouble finding work in fast food, let alone as a prison guard. Crazy is living the rest of your life like that, bored and dull and never feeling the thrill of turning misbehaving bitches into restless souls again."\n\nShe swallows hard... but her decision only takes a moment. "... Yeah. Yeah, okay. I'm in."\n\n"Good. Now, move that table out of the way, then take off your clothes. We're going to need some room."\n\nAmy blushes a bit, but nods and shoves the coffee table out of the way, clearing the center of the room before quickly stripping out of her clothes. Her body is unremarkable, broad and rather pudgy with smallish breasts and only a few hints of muscle tone, but she squares her shoulders proudly enough as she steps into the center of the room. Grinning, you raise your hands and begin chanting, calling up the energies to infuse into her and begin her transformation, the air around her glowing and lighting up with various runes. After a few moments the mortal woman cries out, body twitching and arching as she begins to change. She drops forward onto her hands, her arms and legs shifting in shape as her muscles and body expand, growing wider and thicker, nails pushing out into wicked claws as her fingers shorten into pawpads. Tawny fur begins to sprout over her body even as it takes a heavy, bulbous shape, her ass expanding and rounding out as her quartet of legs thicken, taking on the proportions of a hippo with the sleek muscle and fur of a lion, a tail pushing out from above her large ass and taking on the general shape of a lion's, though the bulge at the end is solid, the tip of it splitting open briefly to bare sharp teeth and a flicking forked tongue, even as the area below her hind legs bulges, filling out into a hefty leonine sheath and balls.\n\nThe woman's head stretches outward into a long, almost flat muzzle, skin taking on a pebbly green-grey look as eyes become beady and black, numberous teeth growing in that maw as well as a pair of long tusks. Even as her head becomes that of a crocodile, her neck thickens to the same broadness and then stretches out, sleeker scales of the same dark color covering it as it lengthens more and more, arching and winding through the air in serpentine fashion as its maw opens and it gives a powerful, almost thrumming hiss with enough bass in it to thrum through your chest. The broad, powerful hippo-lion body with its snakelike neck and crocodile head settles into being, the beast shifting its feet with heavy thuds that no doubt rattle the apartment below as it looks at you.\n\nThen the head raises up, neck twisting and arching like a snake readying to strike. But instead it changes again, the snakelike neck shifting, taking on the proportions and shape of a human torso, arms sprouting out from it and taking on shape and muscle, as other parts bulge out, the head shrinking back and once again taking on humanlike proportions. In seconds, rising from the hippo-lion lower body is a human torso, still broad-shouldered and wide-waisted, but now without a bit of fat on it, muscles toned and powerful, breasts easily the size of your head, the unremarkable hair replaced by a long plume of raptor feathers, the woman's face reshaped into something stark and harsh and beautiful as she gazes at you with black eyes.\n\n"My goddess," Ammitala rumbles, smiling to show off a mouthful of sharp teeth. \n\n"My faithful assistant," you coo, stepping forward to run your hands up her abs. "You've turned out perfectly, I'm so glad you're able to alter your shape as needed. That will be useful for our next step."\n\n"What step will that be, my lady?" Ammitala asks curiously, tilting her head, feathers rustling a bit.\n\n<hr>\n[[Building an army.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Battling the senshi.|Femnubis]]\n\n[[Planning a downfall.|Femnubis]]

You really can't believe this is happening! Your parents have never cared about your, you know, social activities before, and you really don't see why they're making such a big deal out of this incident. It's not like anyone <i>died</i>! ... Permanently. Being flatlined for two minutes is seriously nothing, and really you're pretty sure that girl needed intensive psychiatric counseling seven days a week <i>anyway</i> so really you basically did her a favor. For some reason Mommy and Daddy don't see it that way despite you explaining it to them several times, and they've decided to send you to a farm. A <i>farm</i> of all places! Apparently some friend of a friend owns it, and she's offered to take you in for awhile and "straighten you out". Whatever, it's so lame, but apparently your parents are particularly set on this and there's not a lot you can do about it.\n\nSo, after a relatively short flight, you find yourself being driven through the middle of nowhere in a taxi. Ooo, horses! Er, you mean, meh, horses, who cares about horses, they probably smell. But that is so weird, just seeing horses milling around in fields. And cows too. Shouldn't the horses be in old-timey but well-lit barns being brushed by attractive, muscular men with no body hair and no visible scars or blemishes? And shouldn't the cows be in, y'know, hamburgers? It's all very unnatural, to your mind. The cab pulls onto a long, packed-dirt drive, and heads towards a fairly large house... well, at least you won't be living in some sort of falling-down shack, you try to console yourself as the taxi pulls up in front of the porch and the driver gets out to haul your bags out of the car.\n\nAs you're getting out as well, the front door opens and a woman around your mother's age saunters out. You suppose the only way she could get any more stereotypically 'cowgirl' would be if she was wearing daisy dukes instead of full jeans... she's got bright blue eyes, thick, wavy blonde hair with a cowboy hat perched atop it, strong shoulders and obviously toned arms shown by the rolled-up sleeves of her flannel shirt, which is also tied up under her (whoa those are big) breasts to show off her defined abs. The jeans hug her wide hips, full butt, and powerful thighs like spandex, but they're so battered and broken-in they move like it too (ew how old are those things doesn't she throw her clothes out once a year like a normal person?). She's even wearing actual cowboy boots, but they seem to be like <i>actual</i> cowboy boots instead of some shiny neuveau take on them ohemgee.\n\n"Well hey there, Layla," she drawls as she moves to help the taxi driver with the last of your suitcases, then pay him before turning back to you. "My name's Jasmine, but you'll refer to me as 'ma'am'. As in 'yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am'." Before you can snort at the very concept of that, she breezes right on with, "I talked with your parents, and they're paying to put you up here so that you can learn a few lessons about life that will hopefully break some of those unsavory habits of yours. Like some honest manual labor, obedience, and going to bed tired from having actually done something that day."\n\nYou bristle a little, but manage to rebut with, "Sounds like all that, uh, hard work would kind of cut into, y'know... my schoolwork?" Of course you couldn't really give a flip about your homework, but you've found 'it would affect my grades' is a really good excuse that always works on your parents. \n\n"From the sound of it, you and school are a bit of a bad combination at the moment," Jasmine drawls back, reaching out to poke your shoulder. "So for the first semester of the year at least, I'm going to tutor you here on the farm. If I see enough improvement in your attitude and you want to, maybe we'll enroll you in the local high school for the winter semester."\n\nYour eyes widen. You're going to be... <i>homeschooled</i>?! Doesn't she know what a low opinion people online have of homeschooling?! How will you bully, er, socialize with other teenagers if you're not in school with them?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Insult her.|MeanFarm1x1]]\n\n[[Brag on yourself.|MeanFarm2x1]]\n\n[[Just put up with it for now.|MeanFarm]]

Desperate, you bear down on the tentacle penetrating you, trying not to cry out at the way it intensifies the writhing inside you. Gritting your teeth, you try your hardest, and gross as it is, you do manage to force a lot of the mascot cum out of your ass.\n\nThe tentacle in your hole pauses for a moment, giving an almost confused wriggle. Then the whole mass reaches back up, turning you and placing you back on the catwalk. You sigh in relief, thinking it's going to let you go.\n\nInstead you're suddenly forced down onto your knees, another tentacle pushing against the back of your head to shove your cheek against the metal grating. Your wrists are drawn together behind your back, a single tentacle wrapping around both. Now in a face-down-ass-up position, the tentacle in your ass goes to work, writhing and thrusting, fucking your gooey hole with abandon. Once again you grit your teeth, your eyes rolling up in your head as it fucks you with a dexterity no simple cock ever could, and this time it's apparently deliberate, rather than trying to get at the gooey jizz lining your hole.\n\nIt pumps and writhes and squirms around inside you, until you go from moaning and yowling like a guy to squealing and mewling like a girl. At some point the tip of a second tentacle pushes in as well, and the two begin designing the most devious patterns to fuck you with, pumping in and out at opposite speeds, writhing around each other and literally drilling into you, undulating at completely different speeds and directions. Your cock just keeps spewing load after load all over the catwalk, all over your own face, until you look like you've been bukkaked by an entire football team, on field and off.\n\nYou have no clue how long it works you now pliant and loose little hole, but it has to be hours. Finally the tentacles release you and draw back, allowing you to drop bonelessly to the metal floor, your whole body twitching with aftershocks.\n\n"My my my. I've never seen the Dweller to <i>that</i> before."\n\nYou barely manage to turn your head and lift it to look at the speaker. It's a woman, in her late teens or early twenties. She's very pale, her dark hair cut short save for two long falls on either side of her face. She's got dark mascara and black lipstick, making her brilliant, pale blue eyes almost glow. The tight black shirt she's wearing is scooped low over and hugged tight against her large breasts, and her crushed-fabric dress swishes easily around her legs as she cocks one hip.\n\n"Still, quite a little show, I actually had to go have dinner at one point and the action was still going on when I got back. After that I doubt you'll ever return to a normal life, you're doomed to be a complete buttslut."\n\nShe pauses, then lifts her head slightly, tapping one black-painted fingernail lightly against her black-painted lips. "You know, I could <i>use</i> a new buttslut, come to think of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|HaroldHorse15xEnd]]

You've never had a problem moving as quickly and precisely as you've ever needed to so far... it seems unlikely this will be the one to truly challenge you there. Still, this guy seems supremely confident if he's just leaving out signs that point the way to where he lives, so he might be pretty tricky about trying to lure adventurers to their doom. Deciding to play it more safe than sorry on the trap complexity front, you slide the green potion back into your pouch and quaff the blue one after a quiet "Salud!"\n\nYou set to work, thoughts flowing freely, identifying each trap and the multiple layers of it as you work. About twenty minutes in, you disarm a rune... then swear as another one instantly begins a countdown. You do your best to hurry through the stages necessary to disarm it, but it's a short countdown and the process is intricate, and you see a bright flash of red right before it goes off.\n\nYour desperately-moving fingers twitch and still, going cold and then completely numb. In horror, you try to yank yourself back, but find that your entire body has gone stiff and immobile. "Oh crap," you murmur, only able to move your face, leaving you watching in wide-eyed horror as a line of grey color starts sweeping up your arms, along with that numbness. "Oh crap, oh shit!" you cry, trying futilely to pull away as the rough grey stone spreads to your chest and down, moving beneath your armor. You feel the cold wash of it move across your pussy and even inside your ass before those two go numb, your legs quickly following.\n\n"Oh shi-!" And then it's moved up your throat, silencing you, though your lips still move in exclamations and pleadings for a few moments before the stone covers your head, freezing your expression in one of fear and helplessness.\n\nOops.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue7xEnd]]

Pft, what's the point of giving yourself near cheat-level stats if you're going to bother with silly shit like tactics and planning? Smirking, you march right up to the saloon-style door and announce yourself by kicking it in. "TIFA! HOLY FUCK!" you shout to announce yourself, stepping in and swinging the rifle around, looking for your target. You quickly enough spot Tifa across the room at the bar, looking at you in shock, and let autoaim take over, your finger already pulling the trigger.\n\nBut your overly exuberant entrance alerted more than just Tifa, and several of the nearby men seated at a table throw themselves at you, knocking you to the side. With the rifle going askew and Tifa starting to dodge, the crackling electromagnetic ball barely wings her shoulder, most of it send wobbling off course to strike the surface of the bar and dissipate. Snarling, you shove the men off of you, but more are trying to jump you now, enough of them grabbing for the rifle that they're actually able to yank it out of your hands. You knee one in the side and drive him off, swinging around to smack another in the jaw... and wind up doing little more than clearing the line of fire for the youngish redheaded man who aims the rifle at you and pulls the trigger.\n\n'I knew I should have made those things only work for the Bounty Hunters!' you curse internally at the thumping impact against your tits and the feeling of something tingly crawling up your skin and along your neck, sort of like a cross between goosebumps and ants. You give your head a shake and stagger back a little, thinking that you need to use the recall code to get out of here, but... wait, how did that go again? It's getting hard to think...\n\nYour eyes widen in realization, and horror sends a cold rush of water down your spine... before it's suddenly gone, warmed and washed away on a gentle breeze of feeling positive and optimistic. You feel stress bleeding out of your muscles as you lower your hands, smiling at the scowling and confused bar patrons and a blinking, also vaguely smiling Tifa. You just... feel really good. Like all the weight of thinking you were worthwhile or mattered in any way has been lifted off of your shoulders. \n\n"Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of the men demands of you.\n\n"Oh, I'm just a slut, I think," you reply airily, smiling at him and his shocked expression. "The most likely reason I came here is to suck cock and get fucked," you continue, completely retracting your suit, your huge tits wobbling free and your mostly-stiff prick jutting out in front of you. The crowd around you looks a mingling of aroused and a bit uncertain because of that meaty member, but you've little doubt they'll get over it and put you to the use you were intended. In fact, noticing one of them nearby sporting a rather obvious hardon, you kneel down in front of him and open up his pants. "Here, since this is all I'm good for, let me take care of it," you announce cheerfully, fishing out his stiff cock and starting to stroke it as you smile up at him.\n\nMost of the men are staring at you now, but then a lot of them glance over at Tifa nervously, obviously expecting her to have something to say about this. But it appears that while the full load of nanites didn't hit, at least enough did to cause a few behavioral changes, because she's already got her top pulled up to bare her own large, stiff-nippled tits, and is stroking off two men close to her, both of them moaning and trembling at what's no doubt a dream come true. "I don't know about 'all I'm good for', but I sure am in the mood to get fucked too," she announces with a smile, winking at the gawking crowd.\n\nOf course most of them quickly move to surround Tifa, unzipping and urging their own cocks towards her, even as they reach out to rub and squeeze her tits, tug up her skirt and do the same to her ass, one daring soul even pulling the crotch of her panties aside and sliding two fingers into her already dripping pussy. But with the clump around the barmaid quickly becoming a solid wall, more of the men overcome whatever trepidation they have about you being some unknown futanari villainess and approach you, cocks jutting towards your face in your kneeling position. You start stroking and pumping them with your hands, alternating between that and turning your head to suck at them, leaning in to lick at their balls, occasionally shaking your tits for them since obviously your tits are one of the only worthwhile things about you.\n\nOf course soon enough both you and Tifa are being bent over tables, the newly slutty martial artist moaning as one of the late teenagers in the bar pumps into her pussy and occasionally delivers a resounding spank to her ass, obviously taking out years of pent-up frustration at her unintentional cockteasing. You meanwhile are getting pounded by an older guy, his fingers sinking into your tits as he squeezes and kneads them, hard enough you can feel his wedding ring, his prick pistoning into your pucker and his balls slapping against your own, making you moan as he fucks you. "Nnnnh, thank you for using my hole since it's all I'm good for," you moan out, doing your best to thank him by bucking your hips back and getting him deeper inside. Soon enough he's groaning and spilling his load inside you, using you like the worthless cumdump that you are, pulling out only to be immediately replaced by another horny hard-up drunk who's no doubt only fucking you because he's too turned-on to wait for Tifa. 'It's only proper that I let them use me if they can't fuck the hole they really want to fuck,' you think with a long moan.\n\nThe trains being run on you and Tifa of course quickly dissolve into gangbangs, Tifa with a cock in each hole and eagerly working her hips up and down between them as she sucks off another, you with two dicks in your ass and another married man's balls in your mouth, moaning against his sack as your dick drips pre onto your belly. As the evening wears on and the liquor from the now-open bar flows, the sex only gets wilder and more eager, and the men more adventurous. At first it's one hesitantly reaching down to jerk you off as he uses your ass like a fleshlight, satisfying his curiosity by tugging and stroking you until you cum. And then it's a mouth closing around your prick while two other men are fucking your ass, tentatively licking and sucking the mingled pre and cum collected on your cockhead. But by the end of it you're balls-deep in that redheaded teenager's ass, the thrusts of an older redhead that must be his father driving you against him as he fucks your own tight rear hole, all three of you moaning and writhing as your balls slap together, your tits pressing against the son's back as the father spanks you and correctly calls you a worthless shemale whore.\n\nBy the end of it you're laying sprawled on the floor, naked and completely covered in cum. The men all gather around you, only half-hard cocks in their hands, sneering down at you as they start letting loose with a veritable thunderstorm of piss, hot and dark yellow from all the beer and booze. It rains down over your flopped prick, your balls, your six-pack stomach, your huge, heaving tits. Tifa even smirkingly directs the father and son pair's dicks with her hands, aiming them right into your open mouth, piss quickly filling it before you swallow and open wide again for them. If they want to use you as a toilet, it is of course one of the only things you're good for, you should be honored to receive their piss.\n<<set %capfail += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Fade to black.|Capture-LossSelect]]

"One second," you murmur, then poke your head out of the door to explain to the others about your options, leaving out the bit about "company" and focusing on searching for clues.\n\n"Ain't nobody got time for that!" blusters Barret.\n\n"It is true, we probably don't have a lot of time to waste on searching around for clues," Cloud murmurs, giving the Mayor an annoyed look through the open door that says he's considering just shaking the old man until his keycard falls out.\n\nWhile that's not an unattractive prospect, considering his lecherous offer, you've come too far to have the whole building alerted now. Putting a hand on each of their arms to calm them down, you step back into the office and shut the door, then eye the cups, each one scrawled with a word in sharpie.\n\n[[Bomb|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Bind|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blonde|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Boobs|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Blueberry|FFTLPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Balloon|FFTLPlaceholder]]

"If we're serious about starting up a new species, obviously one of the first things we need is a homeworld," you muse as you turn and head for the bridge, Striped Trouble falling into step beside you, four sickle claws clicking in concert on the metal floors. "A place to actually populate, spread out, develop and refine our culture," you continue as the two of you enter the bridge. You hm softly as you move to the central station... the Raptarran hump-seats aren't <i>ideal</i> for a humanoid form, but they'll work just fine, no need to delay more important things replacing them. You straddle it as Striped Trouble moves to one of the nearby astrogation stations. "This ship may be powerful and impressive, but it's hardly where I want to start a family, let alone a race."\n\n"Hrrrrr, as if I'd want a bunch of genetic blasphemies running around inside me," RAIPE mutters in a very sulky 'sour grapes' tone.\n\n"We'll want somewhere far away from anywhere on the Raptarran conquest and scouting schedule, so that we have a few centuries to develop before the obsolete 'saurs come poking about and discover us," Striped Trouble says as he pulls up the holographic displays around him, clawed fingertips beginning to manipulate them. "... Ten is so much more useful," he murmurs under his breath, before continuing at full volume, "Luckily, this ship has an up-to-date list of all the projected scouting, intrusion, and conquest plans for the next 500 years or so. There's no reason they'd change those because of us, and they don't get changed that often anyway. Even if they do, we'd only get discovered at most a few decades sooner or later."\n\n"Alright, let's find a good one," you agree, grinning and bringing up the wormhole map, setting up a detour into some more misleading jumps that will still take you towards a 'hub' that you can use to get almost anywhere.\n\nIt takes about an hour, but eventually Striped Trouble trills softly to get your attention before sending a trio of hologaphic globes to your station. "These are the three I think have the most potential. None of them are due to get even looked at again for the next three centuries, at least. The first is a jungle world... no sentient inhabitants but a lot of flora and fauna diversity. Due to various gasses in the atmosphere, it's hot and tropical from pole to equator to pole... it's perfect for a species like us. In fact if it weren't so far from anything interesting, it probably would have become a Raptarran colony world already."\n\n"It says that there's a significant number of species that could be dangerous even to a Raptarran," you note, tapping at the little bio that came along with the image of the lush green planet.\n\n"True, but that's one of the thrilling things about it. Besides, we can do as we like... that includes not being too proud to use actual weapons and defenses against animals instead of just tooth and claw, trying to prove something. Still, you're right, there's a sufficient number of threats that we'd spend a lot of time dealing with them and have less to work on developing our new species and being ready when the old one finds us. The second planet is perhaps better for that." He has the second globe shift to the forefront of your display as he continues. "It's a little cooler than the average for a typical human-type world, so it wouldn't be particularly comfortable as far as climate goes anywhere... nowhere near enough to actually bother us, of course, just not as comfortable. The flora and fauna diversity and danger level is about the average too... some large predators, most smaller, the greatest number of species being insect life and none of that capable of actually endangering us. It's home to roughly a billion inhabitants scattered across the globe, a single species, none of its sects or races having yet reliably harnessed even electricity."\n\nYou bring up a picture of one of the inhabitants that was taken by the probe used to scan the system. It's a woman, largely human-looking, with slightly elfin ears and features that are faintly Asian but not quite. Her style of dress is modest without being completely puritan, but still doesn't hide her fairly large breasts... you wonder if all the females of this species are well-endowed or if the probe just picked one of the bigger ones to show as an example. Raptarrans do seem to like boobs, despite their own females not having any... and despite having given you little ones to start with.\n\n"That means it's unlikely the current 'tenants' would be any real problem for us," you muse. "In fact they're more of a natural resource, hm?"\n\n"Yeah, the low biodiversity and climate are the only real drawbacks. As far as material and biological resources go, the planet's a good one. And then there's the third option." He adjusts the last globe to your foreground. "High level of biological and climate diversity. Tons of resources and materials, including things that are found hardly anywhere else in the universe. Many, many different sentient species, most of them highly attractive to violate and breed with by Raptarran standards. Most of them are at a 'steel age' level of development."\n\n"It's not even that far outside of some of the other spaces they've conquered, why the hell is it marked as not even bothering to be checked in on for another half a millenium?" you ask with a frown.\n\n"It's a world where a lot of the natives can use 'magic'." At your glance, Striped Trouble shrugs. "Honestly, now that I have more of an outside perspective, I can admit this without a problem... to a certain extent, the Raptarrans are cowards. They won't try to conquer a planet or quadrant or species unless they are absolutely, totally 100% certain that they'll succeed. Obviously their pride and actual superiority means that they're that certain of almost everything, but magic is such a wild variable that we can't account for it. In some places it's powerful enough that some scrawny pubescent human can turn a Raptarran into a rabbit in less time than it would take our most advanced genetic serum to do the same, and do it from fifty feet away and with a spoken word. That sort of uncertainty is anathema to the Raptarran conquest forces, because if they tried it, there's an actual, quantifiable chance that they'd <i>lose</i>, which would throw all that certainty of absolute Raptarran supremacy right in the garbage. So they stick to safe bets like wormhole and warp-capable humanoids and leave planets like this alone, hoping for some near-cataclysmic event that would narrow the population enough to bring conquest back into the 'complete certainty' area."\n\n"Hunh." You rub your chin thoughtfully, clawtips lightly scratching over your hide. "So other than the fact that we'd likely go undisturbed for the longest time, why suggest going there?"\n\nStriped Trouble flashes you a wolfish, sharp-toothed grin. "Because fuck certainty, it sounds the most fun."\n\n... Yes, you have a very good mate. ♥ Ah, but decisions decisions. One is the most suited for living in and making lots of babies... ah, wait. "If it's only the two of us, can we really start a species?" you ask suddenly.\n\n"You're just thinking of that now?" Striped Trouble snorts. "No, it's not a problem. Raptarran genetics are naturally resistant to the genetic drift and compounding errors that many humanoid species have, and aggressively reject any genetic diseases from other races that mingle in via using them for breeding. Incest is not a problem, only timetable... for some reason, other than each other, it's pretty much only humanoids that we can use for breeding more of our own kind. So on the unpopulated world, our species will really have to come from just the two of us, and our offspring. The other two worlds would allow us to bring ourselves up to the level of a full species faster, by using the natives for breeding purposes... or, converting them like we converted ourselves, if we decided on it." He shrugs. "So don't worry about viability, our new species will be fine."\n\nHm, that's a relief. Obviously that means if you choose the jungle planet, you'll wind up breeding with your own children, and grandchildren, perhaps great-grandchildren, who knows. ... How delightfully wicked! Ahem. But anyway, looks like you have three choices. One comfortable and exciting, but unlikely to let your society advance as fast. One utterly 'middle of the road', a safe bet that will give your fledgling species the most chance to succeed with the least uncertainty... or thrill. And then there's a planet that sounds straight out of a fantasy RPG... a world of swords and sorcery, where all your ambitions and power could be fruitless in the face of one fireball cast by a cackling maniac in a leather bikini. But also the most exciting and thrilling place to begin, a true challenge to face with the science and biological power at your hands, a wealth of resources and powers even the Raptarrans don't have, and above all the most <i>interesting and exciting</i> planet to start with. Not only the most fun, but the place that would most prove your new species' dedication to doing what you want, when you want it, damn the torpedoes! ... Ah, which won't matter very much if you get fireballed before even pushing out one egg.\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick the jungle planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the "safe" planet.|Stripe]]\n\n[[Pick the magic planet.|Stripe]]

"Mm, eliminating the uniforms seems like a really big step. Parents have paid for those uniforms already, plus they're a part of the school identity, and they help get students ready for professional workplace behavior," you counter after a moment's thought. "I think it's best that we keep them for now. We'll do some opinion polls of both parents and students, maybe the teachers too, to see what they think, then revisit the issue later."\n\n"I see." Ryoko raises one slender eyebrow just slightly, but brings her tablet back around and taps at it. "The next issue our Mistress wished to be addressed is school detentions. Currently, detentions are issued for any infraction of the school rules, and consist of the students sitting in a classroom while the teacher with detention duty that day reads one of several scripted lectures on proper behavior."\n\nYou can't help but make a little bit of a face. That sounds truly awful... it would certainly be punishment via boredom, but otherwise you can't see much good in it.\n\n"Now, the teachers like this system because only one of them has to attend to it, leaving the others free to do paperwork or go home, and the parents like it because they always know exactly when students with detention will get out and it has the appearance of discipline. Our Mistress, however, would prefer that detention be eliminated entirely. Perhaps replaced with mild scoldings, or to throw parents a bone, perhaps a 'demerit' system that actually has no teeth."\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate detention.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Well, if the teachers and parents already like it...|HelenJP6x2]]

"I don't know, if the teachers and parents like this system, it seems a shame to get rid of it, especially when both are likely to be unhappy with that. Besides, if it gives teachers more time to focus on the more important work of actually educating, it can't be that bad of a system." You put on the sort of smile you've seen other administrators use when they're making the best of a bad situation. "We'll take some time writing more interesting and sincere lectures instead. That should improve things a little."\n\n"I see." Ryoko just stares at you for a long moment, then turns her dark gaze back to her tablet. "The last item on our Mistress's agenda for today is the teaching staff. Many of them are old and mired in traditionalist ways, enforcing as much conformity as possible, and many of the younger teachers have followed their example. Our Mistress would really prefer that all of them be fired and replaced by an entirely new teaching staff... but, considering your previous aversion to such large upsets," she continues in a dry tone. "We could instead replace them more selectively, the teachers who are closest to retirement anyway or have the lowest class scores. That would be roughly a third of the teaching staff, so you would still see some of your dreaded parent upset... but not that much of it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Alright, replace some of the teachers.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[No, no, we can't!|HelenJP6x3]]

"I just think the first week of my being principal is too early for that kind of upset," you say firmly with a shake of your head. "I imagine some of those teachers taught our current students's parents... they might still have close ties with them. If some of them are close to retirement anyway, they might take it any time now, it's not so bad to wait it out. At least, let's revisit that option next month."\n\n"Yes. Next month," Ryoko answers rather coolly. "Well, I believe that's all for now, Patissier-san. I'll let you get back to work." She turns and strides out of the office, shutting your door behind her with a weirdly final-sounding click. Hm.\n\nStill, you do have a lot of work to do, so you get to it. You spend much of the morning going over records, denying various requests from the student body as not feasible due to funding or lacking support from the staff, that sort of thing. The afternoon is spent writing some new detention lectures, which you pass along to Ryoko, asking her to make copies and distribute them to the teachers to seek their approval on whether they're up to standard. She's silent the entire time, merely nodding and looking at you intently. Hm, is that her style of obeying authority? Mildly disconcerting, but you suppose you'll get used to it.\n\nYou return home relatively promptly at quitting time, ordering in dinner as usual and sitting down to write up some copy to accompany the upcoming opinion polls to the teachers and parents. However, shortly after you finish eating, you begin to feel intensely sleepy... it actually becomes something of a struggle to get up and make your way into the bedroom. You didn't think you were that tired from your day of work! You drop onto your bed fully-clothed and promptly pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you find yourself laying on a cold, smooth metal floor, the chill seeping into your muscles since there's nothing between them and said floor but your skin. Alarmed but still feeling weak, you push yourself up and stare blearily around. It takes a few moments for things to come into focus, but once they do the first thing they focus on is Katsuko Kinomoto, standing there in one of her lovely little short kimonos, while next to her stands Ryoko, wearing a similar one in black and shades of grey, both of them looking down at you rather disdainfully.\n\n"I'm so disappointed in you," Katsuko intones gravely, a hand resting on her jutted-out hip as she shakes her head. "I thought you were someone who cared about your students and their education... but when given power, like so many others before you, you forgot <i>why</i> you were given power and focused only on keeping it by pleasing those you thought could take it from you, and ignoring those you believed were powerless before you. But you forgot the most important thing in this situation... <b>I</b> gave you power, not the parents, not the teachers, and now I'm taking it away."\n\n"What are you...?" you try to get out, only to have your arm seized by a cute woman in an attractive maid's uniform who steps in from behind you, grabbing your arm and pressing a pressure injector to your wrist. "Ow!" you yelp, more in shock than in pain at the sensation, rubbing the spot once the maid releases your hand. "What have you done? Why is-" You cut off with a gasp as you feel intense heat spreading out from the injection point, taking only seconds to make your entire body feel like it's made of molten metal. You drop forward onto your hands, breathing hard, huge tits wobbling beneath you and cock dangling down between your thighs.\n\n"An old project of a genetics research company I acquired," Katsuko explains dryly, watching with amusement as both your breasts and your dick start to shrink, your whole body seeming to gradually contract. "A misguided and, frankly, offensive one aimed at dealing with Japanese society's rejection of non-Japanese immigrant workers. It did, however, theoretically present a valuable jumping-off point for various other technologies, so I had it finished out... and in this case, the original thing has its uses as well, with some slight alterations."\n\nYour fingers curl against the metal floor as you let out a cry, the feeling of your whole body shifting and altering somewhere between incredibly painful and amazingly pleasurable, to the point that both have almost become the same thing. You can feel your tits and cock continuing to shrink away, your boobs getting smaller, firmer, and perkier with every moment, your dick simply getting tinier by the moment, even as your crotch puffs out and once again opens into a pussy. You can feel your muscles contracting, especially in your ass, the round curves of it and your thighs tugging taut and growing lighter and sleeker. Amidst it all you even notice your ponytail dangling down beside your head darkening, becoming first dishwater blonde, then brown, then a deep, lustrous black, growing down towards the floor and becoming thicker, eventually spilling out of the scrunchy as your hair hits the floor.\n\nEventually the feeling of your body changing tapers off, and soon the strange, intense heat fades as well, leaving you panting and dripping sweat onto the floor. You stare at your hands, which have become smaller and somewhat daintier, and are also a pale golden color rather than the soft pinkish beige you're used to. You raise your head to look up at Katsuko and Ryoko, both of them smirking at you, dark eyes glittering.\n\n"There's a mirror right there," Katsuko says genially, sweeping a hand to one side. "Take a look."\n\n<hr>\n[[Look in the mirror.|KyokoStart]]

Nope, there's just too much interesting stuff here, made all the more attractive to try touching because it's been forbidden. Besides, it's all just props, right? Most of it right out of novelty stores, it looks like.\n\nSitting on a simple wooden chair is a <b>rubber chicken</b>. You guess it'd be pretty difficult to have a clown without a rubber chicken, huh?\n\nThere's the <b>master switch</b> on one wall... y'know, the one the mad scientist always throws at the climactic point of his monstrous experiment? That one's particularly tempting, since you've seen it done in movies so many times.\n\nThere's a bunch of <b>balloons and helium tank</b> sitting off in the corner. Who doesn't love balloons?

"Yessir, I wanna be a little sissy bitch," you moan, shaking your hips in eagerness at the very thought. "I don't wanna be a straight boy anymore, I wanna be a gay little cock addict!"\n\n"Mmm, you heard 'im, Klydess," Shado chuckles, scooting aside and settling back, lightly stroking his cock as he watches.\n\n"Alright, you little cunt wannabe, get up on the bed on your belly, hips on the mattress but legs off," the big horse alien rumbles, standing up and stroking his own huge shaft, making you quiver with eagerness to feel it pounding into you and destroying your attraction to girls. \n\nOf course you immediately obey, settling into the position with your cock trapped between your belly and your ass presented upwards, toes barely brushing the floor. At Klydess's further urgings, you reach back, spreading your asscheeks and displaying your recently-fucked pucker, still darkened from Shado's knot and glistening from Shado's cum. "Please," you whine, wiggling your hips.\n\n"I'll get there, I'll get there," Klydess murmurs, obviously wanting to put on a bit of a show for his watching captain as he thumps that massive pole of an equine prick against you, the underside striking against your spread hole and making you shiver. "But first I wanna hear you beg me for a little while."\n\n"Please, please sir, fuck my little straight boy ass and turn me gay," you groan, shaking your hips enticingly again. "I want you to turn me into a cock-craving little bitch, I wanna be a mewling little cum dump who thinks only about cocks!"\n\n"Mmmm, y'know I ain't gonna just turn you into a gayboy, right?" the big horseman murmurs, sliding his cock back and forth along the cleft of your ass, letting his balls thump against your much smaller ones. "I'm basically gonna make you into a permanent little limp-dicked sissy... well, you're already a failure of a man compared to us, hm? May as well make it official, donchathink?"\n\n"Yeeesssss," you groan in humiliated, ecstatic pleasure as you feel his balls thump repeatedly against yours to emphasize the size disparity over and over again. "Yes, show me what a failure I am as a man, I don't wanna be a man anymore I wanna be a bitch, please please do it! Fuck me and turn me gay, do it, do it, please!"\n\nFinally seeming satisfied, Klydess pulls back and presses that flared head to your pucker. Despite so recently being stretched and thoroughly fucked by Shado's big canine cock, it's still a long, slow stretch, leaving you shuddering and rolling your eyes ready before even the head is inside, feeling him gradually push you open until the flare finally slips in and you arch into him, crying out, your voice already taking on a more feminine register. With every inch of him that pushes into you, you can feel more of your heterosexuality being destroyed, more of your manhood being crushed, your cock getting smaller and more limp. He just keeps going, your tongue lolling out and a mindless smile curling your lips as you have your last cockgasm with a few meager spurts of cum, and your first of many assgasms, your stretched hole quivering around the powerful masculine meat filling you up.\n\n"Yeaaaah, that's it, you feel it, doncha?" Klydess rumbles smugly as he gets closer and closer to hilting in you. "Aaaand theeere we goooo," he adds as he does just that, the base of his sheath pressing up against your wide-stretched pucker, the feel of it and of his balls once more pressing up against your now even smaller and more pathetic ones making you cum again, this time entirely from your ass. You start moaning and gasping even more whorishly than when Shado fucked you as he begins to thrust, pressing you against the bed with each powerful stroke of his hips. "You're basically turning into a woman, huh, bitch? Feel that ass getting all slick and soft and turning into a pussy, feel your cock turning into a limp little clit, like you were never a man at all, huh?"\n\n"Ohhhhh, oh fuck, oh fuck sir, fuck my pussy, fuck my little bitch cunt, breed me," you whimper eagerly, indeed feeling his pounding of your hole making it all the more yielding and soft and slick with every pump into it, as if it really were becoming more like a pussy. Your limp but sensitive little cock rubs against the sheets as he pounds you into the mattress, your lewd girlish moans and pleading for more filling the room almost as much as the lewd squelching of his dick into your naughty little hole. When he finally does use you like the cumdump you are, pouring in enough to bulge your belly up some, your eyes rolling up completely as you cum hard from your ass-pussy, body twitching and bucking. Eventually you moan softly in regret as you feel him sliding out of you, only for it to turn into a moan of joy as Shado easily slides in in his place and starts giving you the same wonderful, bestial fucking he gave you earlier.\n\n"Some do take to it more than others, swear this one even looks more like a girl than when he thought he was a man, Klydess," Shado grunts as he fucks away at your newly yielding and grasping ass. "Perkier rounder ass, sleeker body, think his hair mighta even gotten a bit longer."\n\n"He took to you real good too, Captain, maybe the little bitch is just like that," the horseman chuckles as he strokes himself.\n\nEventually you're laying splayed on the bed, panting and gasping, having been used several times, your limp little cock and balls coated in cum that's leaked out of your thoroughly-fucked ass. You try to focus back in on what the men are saying as you notice their more serious tones of voice.\n\n"Alright, fun aside, let's figure out the best way to take these two royals."\n\n"What, don't wanna just walk up on 'em and order 'em to suck yer cock before following you back to a holding cell on the ship?"\n\n"Eh, sometimes these royal brats have mental defenses and shit, that might just give 'em an opportunity to go running off. Besides, it gets boring as hell taking every other bounty like that, I wanna have a little fun besides the payday. Already got my balls emptied in the new piece here, wouldn't mind something plotty or a piece of action to get blood flowing to my brain too."\n\n<hr>\n[["..."|CySW]]\n\n[["... I have an idea..."|CySW]]

"Hey, she's in the clear as long as the bounty's paid, right?" you interject, Idara snapping her head around to look at you in surprise. \n\n"Aye?" the guard says, as if he can't possibly see where you're going with this.\n\nYou reach into the pouch to rummage for the money you felt earlier, only to find it practically sliding into your hand. You bring it out and count it... huh, exactly twenty gold coins. You lean down to show them to the guard, who seems vaguely stunned, but then reaches forward and takes them carefully with his gauntleted hand, dumping them into a pouch at his belt. "We good here?" you ask as you straighten up in the saddle.\n\n"Aye. Go on in, then, but have a care not to start any more trouble," he grumbles. Guy sure is sour for someone that gets to report such a nice take to his bosses (or, alternately, keep twenty gold). Kinda makes you wonder just why it seems like he would rather have arrested Idara. Either way, both of them step aside, and you and the rather stunned woman at your side urge your horses forward.\n\nInside, the city is fairly bustling. It looks pretty much like what you'd expect from some old middle ages town, if somewhat cleaner and more colorful than the real thing probably was. There are a lot of people about... some dressed expensively, others middle of the road, still others practically in rags. Some are obviously humans of various skin colors, while others have pointy ears, or animal ears, or even fur all over their bodies. Wow, it really is like a JRPG in here you muse as you and Idara move slowly down the middle of the street, still on horseback.\n\n"Ah, thank you for that, back there," she says after a moment. She stops her horse as you get onto a somewhat less crowded avenue, prompting you to pull up slightly ahead of her. "I... honestly expected you to leave me to deal with them on my own," she admits.\n\n"Would Ardesh have done that?" you can't help but ask.\n\nShe snorts, grinning ruefully. "Without thinking twice. I told you I never liked him." She pauses, then nods. "If you want to call us even now, I can't complain. Getting back into Landharbor cleared already gives me more opportunities than I had outside."\n\n<hr>\n[[Give her a few more gold and bid her goodbye.|EricMF]]\n\n[[You could still use her help.|EricMF1x5]]

"Listen, I could still use some help around here," you note. "So why don't we stick together for the time being? I've still got plenty of money..." You hope. "So we should be okay to start."\n\n"You..." She blinks, then frowns. "Well, to be honest, I'm not in much of a position to turn down a chance to make a little money, especially if it doesn't involve getting another bounty fine on my head. What did you have in mind?"\n\n<hr>\n[[She can be your assistant.|EricMF]]\n\n[[She can be your fellow adventurer.|EricMF1x6]]

You may not be a hardcore nerd, but even you can recognize when you've been pulled into a fantasy world. That most likely means that whatever you decide to do... whether it be trying to get back to Earth, or just making a living for yourself here... will involve fighting monsters and going on adventures. Unless you want to do that completely solo, you're going to need other fighters. You consider for a moment what sort of plan to offer, then nod. "Okay, how about this. For the next week or so while we're here, I'll take care of everything... our lodging, food, all that." Which you really hope you have enough money for, but you'll just have to wing it if you don't. "Once I figure out a plan to make us some good money, I'll take a little more than half the first treasure. But after that, we'll split it fifty-fifty."\n\n"You want me to go adventuring with you?" Idara frowns thoughtfully at that.\n\n"Ah, yeah... is that not something people do here?" you ask, trying not to let the full level of your nervousness show through.\n\n"It is, though they're usually considered half-suicidal vagabonds." She pauses, glances down at herself, then eyerolls. "Mm. Because I've so successfully avoided that thus far." She sighs, then nods. "Alright, very well then, Eric. I will go questing with you."\n\n"Great!" That actually does perk you up, and you grin brightly at her. She suddenly glances away, making you worried you've offended her, so you clear your throat. "So, hey, let's find a decent place to stay." Something tickles at your brain. ... Oh right, bathing facilities in inns during this time are probably limited. They'd have like bath houses or something, right? "Actually first let's find a bath house. Y'know, for me," you hurry to add as she snaps her head back towards you and eyes you as if suspecting an insult.\n\n"... Mm. Very well, there is a... nice one this way," she says, pointing down the street. "... I've never been inside myself, which is why I assume it's nice."\n\nThe two of you soon approach a rather Roman-style building, at least you assume that from the columns and white stone and wide steps outside. There's a place to tie up the horses, and once that's done both of you head inside. There's a decent-sized lobby area with a lot of benches, with some people lingering about, either waiting for someone and something before going in, or, to judge by their flushed skin and satisfied airs, simply relaxing a bit before leaving. Behind a long marble counter is a girl with rabbit ears poking up from the top of her head, and a truly impressive pair of tits barely covered by her toga-like garment.\n\n"Welcome to the Garden of Refreshment!" she chirps, smiling brightly despite her nose wrinkling a little bit, probably in response to one or both of you. "Will you be enjoying what we have to offer today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah." You step up to the counter, resting a hand on it and trying not to stare at either what's above or below her head. "Two, please."\n\n"Heheh, we only have segregated bathing here, sir, so that's what I assume you mean," the counter girl replies with a saucy wink. You hope Idara doesn't notice how much you blush. "Alright, sir, we have our basic package, our deluxe care package..." She lowers her voice to a sensual coo as she leans forward, in a motion obviously designed to make those big boobs of hers wobble and practically fall out of her pseudotoga. "And of course, for the male customers we have our 'special service' package."\n\nUm. Wow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Lead me not into temptation!|EricMF1x7]]\n\n[[Yes Special Service absolutely yes 100%.|EricMF]]

"Um. Thank you, sir," you try, deciding the respectful approach might be best at this point. \n\n"There y'go!" Herschel chirps cheerfully, scooping his hands under your arms to lift you up and set you back on the changing table. You don't find yourself paralyzed this time, but you decide to stay mostly so as Herschel goes through the process of pulling out a diaper-like garment covered in cartoon robots. He brings your legs together and lifts your ass, sliding it into place before lowering you onto it and swinging your legs wide again to bring it up and fasten it. It still looks pretty much like the old diaper, just with the robots on it... maybe a little thinner and very slightly less noisy as you move. He also brings out a baby blue t-shirt with a fluffy lamb on the front of it and helps you with putting it on. You sigh as he picks you up to carry you again, but suppose any slight improvement is better than none.\n\nHerschel carries you into another room and sets you down. This one is filled with sized-up toddler furniture and toys, including some more of those oversized plush toys, several teddy bears, a giraffe, and an elephant. Except you notice that several of these have either plush cocks attached to them or jutting rubber dildos in the same place. If that's what the toys laying around are like, you have to wonder what's in the colorful toy chest up against one wall. Herschel sets you down in roughly the center of the room. "Now you have fun! I'll be back after m'shift's over!" He turns and heads back out, closing the door behind him.\n\nYou glance around. The room is, as noted, filled with toddler-level toys, some of them sized up for you, the perverted plushies, and the toy chest. There's also the door Herschel left through, and another door in a different wall, this one reading 'Group Play Room' in colorful rounded letters. You seem to have been left unsupervised... but then, it's not as if you're an actual baby.\n\nSo... what now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You're in a perverted playroom. Time for some perverted play!|HaroldHorse]]\n\n[[Check out the group play room.|HaroldHorse18x5]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HaroldHorse]]

Deciding you can't take another night exactly like the last one, you attempt to nod and find that you can. "Glad t'hear it!" Herschel chirps, lifting you up off the changing table. He turns and shifts you to lower you onto your hands and knees, your muscles automatically adjusting to take your weight as you're no longer paralyzed. Herschel moves over to sit on one of the beanbags the room is equipped with and settles on it, sitting back and spreading his legs, his cock jutting up into the air. "Well, get on over here and prove it!"\n\nThe implication isn't exactly lost on you. Still, you had a sense it would be something like this. You start crawling over to the mascot, your limp cock swaying between your legs as you move, though it's quickly stiffening up again with the paralyzing effect of the table gone. By the time you arrive at Herschel, it's jutting at an angle below your belly. Herschel reaches forward to grasp the pacifier and pop it out of your mouth as you look up at him, and you shift your jaw a little at having it out for the first time in awhile. But you know what you're here to do and lean forward, dragging your tongue up the underside of the massive fake equine dong. There's the faint taste of cherries... must be from the baby wipes. You don't have any experience with this, but you've seen porn, so you at least have a general idea, licking up the sides and shaft of the cock again and again, that goofy, grinning mascot head just looking down at you with the exact same expression as you do, making a few rather goofy moans and encouraging noises. You even duck down and lick at the big round molded foam rubber balls, finding them stiff and unyielding, but producing a few moans as you lick them.\n\nStill, after awhile of licking and no sign of it ending, you realize what you'll have to do. You lick your way up to the tip, then take a deep breath as you press your mouth to the tip and then start pushing forward. You're surprised by how easy it is to push your mouth down over the thick thing, but then it did slide into your ass surprisingly easily, too. Despite it being your first time, the mascot's prick slides down your throat almost effortlessly as you push yourself down. Herschel moans lowly, then reaches over to turn on a nearby radio almost as if having had an afterthought. Chirpy toddler-age music starts issuing forward as your throat bulges with the equine cock flare sliding down it... well, that's just great.\n\nYou just keep going though, until your lips press against the brown foam rubber sheath at the bottom of Herschel's cock, amazed at being able to do this, your throat squeezing and swalloing around the whole length. You raise back up, then slip back down, sucking on about half of the thing at a go, letting that much slide in and out of your mouth. Eventually Herschel rises up, his big toon-gloved hands gripping the sides of your head to guide you fully back up onto all fours, his legs bent so he can start fucking your face while some chirpy song about a bay where watermelons grow issues from the pink and pastel blue radio. Giving in to temptation, you reach down with one hand and start jerking your stiff cock, moaning around the foam rubber cock pumping into your throat. Herschel reaches forward, stroking and rubbing over your trim bare ass as he thrusts into your mouth, his stiff foam rubber balls occasionally thumping against your chin.\n\nFinally you feel him thrust forward and hold it there as he gives a goofy almost laughing moan, a hot feeling filling your belly as he apparently cums in you. Part of you is surprised that you're not having any trouble breathing as he just stays there for longer and longer, but most of your brain is concerned with your orgasm, your eyes rolled up towards that silly mascot face as you spurt long ropes of milky cum across the anti-stain carpet. Eventually, Herschel pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving it swaying above your head as he stands up. "Now there's a good kiddo! Now, what do you say we get you dressed up and take you to a playroom for the day?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank you, sir.|HaroldHorse18x4]]\n\n[[Thank you, daddy.|HaroldHorse19x1]]

Swallowing hard, you raise the sword and set your feet, resolving to do your best in the attack to come. As the two obvious bandits approach, they leap from their steeds, leaving the horses to settle into a walk as they race forward instead, shouting as they bring up their own weapons. \n\n'Buffoons, they'd probably have won if they stayed mounted.' Which seems like a weird thought for you to have, you're not sure you've ever called anyone a 'buffoon' in your life, but you also can't argue with it... mostly you're just glad you don't actually have to fight two people chopping at you from mobile high ground! They rush in and the man takes a swing at you with his axe, and you swing your own sword up mostly because, well, it's what you've got and you don't want to be hit by an axe. But surprisingly you hit it at just the right angle to turn the blow away and send him staggering a bit to the side of you, deflecting him completely for the moment. But the woman's right behind, shouting again as she stabs at you with her sword... which you knock wide of yourself by swinging your own blade back down, knocking hers askance, one of your feet snapping up as if by reflex to kick her in the stomach and send her flailing back.\n\nYou... actually seem to be holding your own. Every time they come at you, all it takes is putting your body into motion to meet them, and you keep knocking their attacks away or turning them back. It's half like your body has its own reflexes and the rest is a bit like the sword's moving itself with your motions to make your blows more effective. 'You can't defend all day, they'll eventually get in a lucky hit if you don't go on the offensive,' you(?) muse internally. Whatever's going on, that makes sense... you can't just keep defending until they both get tired, or you're likely to get tired twice as fast! You need to take them out... or maybe taking one of them out would make the other see reason! But do you really have to kill anybody...?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them both.|EricMF2x1]]\n\n[[Kill the man.|EricMF1x2]]\n\n[[Kill the woman.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Just injure them both.|EricMF]]

"You're a complete psycho!" you shout. Or rather try to. It just comes out as a muffled bunch of incoherent syllables around the pacifier. Still, your tone seems to come across pretty well, since you stomp your foot along with it and try to charge past him and get out the door.\n\nUnfortunately Herschel is way more fast and dextrous than anyone in a bulky mascot costume has any right to be, and he easily bends and scoops an arm around your middle, lifting you up off the ground as if you weighed almost nothing. You kick and flail madly for a few moments as he turns and carries you out of the room, but soon find yourself going as limp as a ragdoll, just like before. You slump bonelessly in the mascot's grip as he carries you down the hall and back into the changing room you saw earlier. You have a fairly good idea what's coming, but still flush furiously as he sets you back on the changing table and tugs your shoes and socks off. As expected, your jeans follow, tugged off with a few crinkling noises as the denim slides over the plastic of your diaper, but this time he also lifts you up and pulls your shirts off, dropping them into a garbage pail located next to the table, which you catch a glimpse of the rest of your clothes in before he lowers you back onto the table.\n\nThen those big-gloved hands go to work undoing your diaper, revealing your gone-limp dick and lifting your trim teenage ass off the table to slide the diaper out of the way and drop it into the bin, replacing it with a fresh one. More crinkling noises and once again the odd feeling of that absorbant inner lining against your ass and dick as it's fastened into place. Herschel picks you up and, this time wearing nothing but the diaper, you're again carried out of the changing room. But rather than taking you back to the Time Out room, he carries you into another one that's made up in more typical fashion for a nursery, though as expected some of the accoutrements are very much sized up, including a crib that's even larger than expected. He moves over to it and swings one of the tall sides down, before setting your limp, helpless form on the padded plastic mat inside. "Maybe you're so grumpy 'cause you're tired. Once baby has a nap, we'll see how he's feeling," the yokel mascot pronounces as he swings the bars of the crib back up and then turns to trot out, flicking off the light as he goes, leaving the room dimly lit by a leering clown nightlight plugged into one socket.\n\nYou lay humiliated on the mat of the crib for a minute or two before you can feel yourself able to move. Scrambling up to your feet, feeling the cushy plastic mat sink under your weight, you take a quick look around. There's not much in the crib, pretty much just you and an oversized pink teddy bear that's probably slightly bigger than you are. The whole thing is the size of a small room all to itself, and even stretching your hands up and standing on tiptoe won't let you even come close to grasping the top rail of the crib's side. You grab the bars and try to haul yourself up, but your hands and feet slide down the slick blue plastic as if it were lubed up. After spending some time stretching, jumping, and trying to climb, you finally admit defeat and flump back to lay down on the mat again, huffing around the pacifier.\n\nThe mat is oddly comfy, even if the slick feel of it does remind you it's probably meant not to soak up liquids, which just reminds you that you've been diapered, as if the quiet sound of plastic moving didn't do that every time you moved, or the feel of it padding your ass and hugged around your waist. Above the crib is a mobile bearing small likenesses of the various mascots, including the well-endowed cow lady. As perhaps the ultimate humiliation, you can feel yourself starting to get turned on again. Maybe it's the unique feel of the diaper against your cock and balls, maybe it's being practically naked and alone in a strange place, but whatever it is your shaft is soon achingly hard, pressing against the inside of the disposable diaper enough to make a bulge in the front.\n\nMore as a test than anything else, you slide a hand down and spend a few moments experimentally tugging and wiggling at it. Any attempts to push it down or pull open the tabs meet with failure, your hands refusing to even move when they make the motions. But you can manage to slip a thumb under the waistband and find that it stretches some when you do so... it looks like you could theoretically at least get a hand inside. Without really thinking, you squeeze the bulge of your cock through the diaper, your muffled moan overlapping with the sound of the thin plastic covering as the inner layer presses around your aching hardon.\n\nShould you really jerk off in this insane situation, though? Wouldn't that be sort of... giving in to the craziness?\n\n<hr>\n[[Who cares, do it.|HaroldHorse18x2]]\n\n[[No way, resist the urge.|HaroldHorse]]

"How about for right now, we call a truce? You don't try to kill me, and I won't kill you." You step back a little, frowning. You've got a lot of questions about what exactly is going on, but she doesn't really look like she has a lot of answers. Heck, she looks half-starved. "Why did you attack me, anyway?"\n\n"You looked like a rich merchant from far off," she grumbles, slowly sitting up from her sprawl. "Ardesh thought you'd be an easy mark, some aristocrat who wandered off from his bodyguards and got lost. He always was an idiot."\n\nYou can't help but glance towards the corpse, feeling just a little bad for him that he's dead and being trash-talked by his own sister. Well, half-sister. 'Who is absolutely right.' Okay you're going to have to address that at some point too, but not now. "So it wasn't personal or anything, you weren't looking for me specifically?"\n\n"Well it wasn't personal." Her own eyes wander towards Ardesh's body, then back to you, her lips curling in a sheepish grin as she sees your eyes narrow. "Still not personal! His own fault!"\n\n"... Alright, well. If all you want is money..." Wait, do you have any money? Especially money for this place? 'Yes.' ... Okay, creepy but handy. "Then let's make a deal. Show me the way to a city or something, and I'll give you some."\n\n"I... are you asking me to be your <i>guide</i>, after all this?!" she says, staring.\n\n"I'm, uh... not from around here," you mutter, trying not to let how overwhelming that understatement is. "And I might actually be a little lost. So look, I know it's weird, but let's try and put this behind us, alright? You show me the way to the city, I'll give you some gold, and we'll call it all square, how's that?"\n\n"... I suppose I can't argue with the fairness of it," she says slowly. She blinks a little when you lower your sword and offer her your hand instead, but after a moment she grips it and pulls herself to her feet. "I'm Idara," she adds after a moment.\n\n'Nice to meet you' doesn't seem to really fit, so you just respond with "I'm Eric." You find a pouch on the side of one of your belts towards the back that has some cloths in it (and you think you bump against what feels like coins when you take one out, so there's a relief), and wipe the blood off your sword before sheathing it. You watch a little warily as Idara retrieves her own sword and just shoves it through her belt before moving over to her brother's body. She yanks off the little necklace he's wearing, then heads for her horse where it's standing cropping grass. "Uh... did you want to bury him, or...?"\n\n"No point, that's not what we do," she grunts as she swings into the saddle. "Besides, he decided on the course of action that would turn him into meat for the crows, let him ride it out."\n\nYikes. Pragmatic but a little scary, you get the sense she's not much for sentiment. You wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe they really just weren't that close after all. You make your way over to the other horse and find that mounting up is just as easy as swordfighting. Soon the two of you are riding at an even pace down the road, scenery passing by in a fairly dull routine. You have a lot of questions... but can't quite figure out how to strike up a conversation with Idara, considering... everything. You don't seem to be having any particularly loud thoughts anymore either, so it's sort of hard to pursue that line of inquiry. So you ride along in silence, just the jingling of bits and pieces of armor and saddles, the huffing and grunting of horses, and the thump of hooves on the earth marking the journey.\n\nAfter some time, you see something coming over the horizon... city walls, you think? It's some sort of blue stone, you think, slightly curved, meandering off for quite a distance on either side of the road. Must be a pretty big city. As the two of you approach the gate, the two fully armored guards move to stand in front of you, shifting their longspears slightly. "What business have you in Landharbor?" one of them demands.\n\n"Just coming through for food and a stay," Idara replies stiffly.\n\nBefore you can back up her story, the other guard speaks up. "Hey, I know you... you were in a brawl in the Blind Goat three weeks ago! You've got an outstanding bounty of twenty gold on you!"\n\n"Twenty gold?! Ou-outrageous!" she splutters.\n\n"Double the fine for evading charges! Pay up or we'll clap you in irons here and now, girl!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Leave her and go inside.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Pay her fine for her.|EricMF1x4]]\n\n[[Pay her twenty-one gold for her help and go inside.|EricMF]]

What you'd been missing earlier clicks. When you first got here, you were holding the sword the entire time those thoughts kept popping up. After that, you'd sheathed it, and only ever touched its sheath or the belt, not the sword itself. "Ah... sorry," you say out loud, sinking to sit on the bench while still holding the grip. "... I sort of don't know what's going on."\n\n'Yes, I know. The only way I can communicate with you is by being inside your head, so I'm pretty up to speed on these things. Don't worry, I don't go picking around willy-nilly,' the your-mental-voice-but-not adds as you start a little. 'I've just gotten enough from surface thoughts that I know what's happened.'\n\n"So, do you..." You pause, then deliberately think, <i>So do you know what's happened to me?</i>\n\n'Not specifically. There are times where gods or demons or even mortal forces can summon people from other worlds into this one, in order to accomplish some agenda of theirs. That could be what happened to you... but if you're asking who exactly did it and how, I don't have a clue.'\n\n<i>Are you saying I'm some Chosen One? That only I can-</i>\n\n'Don't be stupid.' You get the distinct impression of a derisive snort on the end of that. 'And put your clothes on, we can discuss this when you're not unsheathed.'\n\nBlushing a little, you redress, luckily easily figuring out how to fasten all of the odd armor bits and decorations back on. Settling your hand on the pommel of the sword in a way you hope looks casual, you listen to the internal voice as you walk back through the halls.\n\n'While ideally they'd want a mortal from another world with special skills or knowledge, that's not necessary to their plan at all, usually... especially since summoning is so random. No, what they want is your fate, or rather, your lack of it. Any line of fate you had was severed once you're brought to this world, as is the fate of the body you're summoned into... though no one knows for sure, a lot of people suspect they swap places. That means you're the ultimate wild card in the game the higher forces are playing with each other... you're a piece that can move however many spaces and in whatever direction it wants, while the others are stuck following their own movement rules.'\n\nYou frown thoughtfully. <i>I don't quite get that. If you're saying it's like chess but I'm a piece that can break the rules... either I could go right to the 'king' and win automatically without anyone getting in my way, or it doesn't matter what I do because everyone else just keeps playing the game like normal.</i>\n\n'I appreciate you trying to follow the metaphor, kid, but don't get so caught up in the chess thing. Think of yourself more like a virus. A chaos virus.' You can almost hear a chuckle in your head at your startlement. 'Because the more you interact with other people, the more you knock them out of their own little fated paths. Bump into them once or twice, you might just nudge them a little in a new direction. Keep bumping into them, it might send them on a whole new course. And of course, keep them close by you, and eventually they won't be playing by the rules either.'\n\nYou consider that, then feel a little fear go through you. <i>Hey, uh... sword...</i>\n\n'Kaziel. My name's Kaziel. And no, you won't hurt Idara by adventuring with her, any more than she was likely to get hurt before anyway. She wasn't exactly on a good path of fate before as it was... she can't be much worse off by going off the rails. Hey, trust me,' Kaziel adds, obviously sensing your uncertainty. 'I'm bound to see to the betterment of my owner. I don't give bad advice or bullshit you. And while it was a hell of a gamble to start off, kid...'\n\nYou stop in the lobby, glancing around for Idara. Then you stare as someone starts walking towards you, and you realize your eyes passed right over her at least once. It's not that there's such a huge change, but... her tangled, matted hair has been washed and brushed out until it's thick and straight down her back, with two long braids that drape over her shoulders. Her dark caramel-colored skin is almost glowing with the warmth of the bath and being cleaned of all the thickly-smudged dirt that had been coating practically every inch of it before. Though her leathers are still tattered and worn, it looks like someone's cleaned them and patched them up as much as possible in the time available, to make them more presentable if not more combat-worthy. She stops in front of you, smelling faintly of flowers and cinnamon, then shifts a little back and forth on her feet. "... What?" \n\n"Ah, n-nothing, you just... look like you enjoyed your bath," you answer, grinning sheepishly.\n\n'... I think she's going to be for your betterment. We've gotta work on your social skills, though.'\n\n<i>Yeah, okay, good luck,</i> you think a little sourly as Idara suddenly looks away again, though you're answered with a sort of mental sigh and the sense of an adult dealing with a kid who just can't get it. Flushing even more in annoyance, you slip your hand to rest on the sheath instead, the feeling disappearing. \n\nThe two of you head outside and remount your horses. Apparently most of the inns Idara's familiar with were 'rat traps', but she says she asked someone inside for a low-priced suggestion. "Which means it's probably still expensive, but it's what people who bathe at that place often think is affordable," she says with a snort.\n\nThe inn does seem pretty nice when you get there, with someone coming out to take your horses and indicate where you should go inside. The innkeeper is apparently an older man, who mostly looks surprised when you say you want two rooms, but tells you the price for a week's rent and shows you upstairs. The room's pretty simple, but looks clean and comfortable enough... a single bed, a small dresser with a basin and pitcher on it, and a chair. That's pretty much it, but you guess you don't exactly need a desk and the wifi password do you? Idara hesitates briefly at the door to her room, then simply clears her throat. "I'll... see you downstairs for dinner, he said it was in about an hour." Then she disappears inside.\n\nSighing, you sit down on the edge of the bed, resting your hand on the pommel of your sword again. "I don't think she can stand to look at me because I killed her brother," you murmur aloud, keeping your voice down so that it hopefully won't carry through the wall.\n\nA mental snort. 'Don't be a complete fool. She wants you.'\n\n"... Oh c'mon. We've known each other like a day and the first thing I did was kill a member of her family!"\n\n'In fair, upright combat. And he apparently got them into that situation to start with. I've been around awhile, I think she means it when she says she's at peace with it. If you'd handled things more poorly directly afterwards, she might have held a grudge, but I don't think she's someone who's seen a lot of kindness in life. She'd probably be quite willing if you went to her room now and got a bit forward.'\n\n"You're putting me on."\n\n'I told you I wouldn't do something that's not in your best interest. Though, that said, I should add a minor warning.' You blink and glance down at the sword as Kaziel continues. 'I can tell you haven't had a lot of love and affection going for you in your own life, kid. Two people like that who find each other and come together in a particularly hectic time in their lives... you'll wind up clinging. In fact, fair chance you won't want to risk anything. You're both young, fit, and there's enough money in that pouch for you to buy a little shop with an apartment over it and live the rest of your lives quietly in this city. And I have a hunch that's exactly what you'd wind up doing. Call it informed guesswork from many, many years of being passed from adventurer to adventurer.'\n\n"... I..." The thought of settling down to start a family seems like such an alien concept... and yet you can feel your face heat and your mouth curl a little. "I mean... would that be so bad?"\n\n'No, which is why I'm not advising against it. But be careful, kid. You never know what kind of regrets you might have, cutting your story short after the prologue. Too... you're not bound by fate right now. Doesn't mean that whoever set the plot in motion won't try and still get theirs somehow.'\n\nThat's... sort of a lot to think about, all attached to the idea of going next door and... well, at the very least kissing the attractive woman who supposedly has the hots for you.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go next door.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Stay put.|EricMF]]

Whatever little bit of your brain snapped seems to have well and truly taken off all limiters, since you find yourself moving completely behind the powerful, dangerous, sharp-clawed, steel-toothed demon and stepping in close. You can see its rubbery-looking black pucker below its rather stubby tail, which has lifted high anyway with its intent on fucking Maya. You squat and press the blunt tip of your own cock into its pucker, the beast barely even hesitating as its own thrusts bump it back against you. Then you're grabbing its haunches and thrusting forward, burying yourself inside the demon dog's ass.\n\nYou groan loudly, your eyes rolling. It's so hot, and gripping, and smooth, but most of all <i>hot</i>! You finally see what all those guys in pervy comics were talking about when they said "it feels like my dick is melting" as if it were a good thing! You begin pumping away into the hellhound with just as much abandon as the beast is pounding into Maya, though it only takes a few thrusts before you're shoving forward and painting the inside of the unearthly animal's asshole with a load of human cum. At roughly the same time you can hear Maya giving a rather animalistic howl of her own, overlaid by the demon dog's very real howl as it apparently thrusts forward and knots inside her.\n\nPanting and gasping, you stay as you are for a moment, before you begin thrusting and pumping, fucking into the devil dog's ass again, churning up the thick load of cum you already dumped into its ass and making it feel even hotter inside, somehow. You run your hands over its back and sides, feeling the incredibly powerful muscles beneath the sleek fur. You lean forward, reaching down to fondle the beast's balls as your own slap against them, or tease Maya's pussylips and clit where the hellhound's cock is buried inside them. Every so often you moan and gasp as you pump another outpouring of jizz into the dog's ass.\n\nBy the time you feel the hellhound starting to shift and back up, apparently intending to unknot from Maya, you've cum inside it three more times. You pull backwards and thud down to sit on the floor and lean back against the bed, your half-hard, cum-smeared cock flopped in front of you and dripping. You see that Maya's belly has bloated with the load (or maybe loads) the hellhound has poured into her, making her look almost full-term pregnant. Its knot stretches her pussy out again, making her shudder and slump to the floor as the beast's dig finally pops out and slides free amidst a waterfall of white that hits the floor and starts making a small pond of demon cum.\n\nYour heart is hammering in your chest as the beast turns towards you, fixing its solid red eyes on your face... before it booms, "The pact is sealed, you are my Alpha. I acknowledge your dominance. What would you bid of me?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... I want Maya as a sex slave."|QOBook]]\n\n[["... I want power."|QOBook]]\n\n[["... I want a blowjob."|QOBook]]

You've no desire to justify Nanako's assessment of you as a "weirdo pervert foreigner", even if the chances of her finding out seem fairly slim. Best to focus on looking for a new cellphone plan and maybe see about getting cable or satellite television, since you don't want to keep using the roaming of your own plan. (Mrs. Andrews set you up with a cellular internet stick but you don't want to rely on her firm's generosity forever.) You scoot around a bit at the table to put your back firmly to the balcony window, and resume your internet browsing.\n\nYou poke around for awhile, and eventually glance at the clock again. 7:10. Still awhile before you'll be able to take your own bath. Although... Motoko did suggest that you were free to come down and bathe during her time slot. The implication being that she wouldn't mind at all if the two of you wound up in the hot springs together. ... Was she serious? Did she mean it? Was it a come-on, or just an offer to give up her slot to be generous? Or that she expects the two of you to share it platonically? ... Does she think you're gay?! \n\nYou give your head a shake again. Motoko, or just her actions, seem to have you doing that a lot. Still... 'if you get impatient around 7:30 or so'... she was pretty clear. Unless it was teasing. Or some sort of trap. Or... gah, girls are difficult!\n\n<hr>\n[[Go down now.|Austin]]\n\n[[Wait.|Austin2x6]]

"I guess I've always wanted a dog?" you answer, trying to go for quippy and cool, and winding up sounding uncertain and a little sad. Dammit.\n\n"Heh, okay, one dog from the depths coming up. Let's see..." Maya gets to her feet and strikes a bit of a pose, holding the book with one hand and thrusting the other out. Uncertain of why but feeling like it's the thing to do, you stand as well and step back a bit. Maya opens her mouth, pauses, then glances at you. "At least this one's just a short chant, even if it is weird gibberish."\n\n"That's good." The faster to get this over with.\n\nMaya clears her throat, then resumes her dramatic pose. "Keja sa dra ghud! E haat dra ghud! Ghud so pedlr rumac!"\n\nWhat happens next is so fast that you barely even have time to change expressions. Black mist forms in the space behind Maya, rapidly coalescing into a quadruped shape, a broad, thick body with powerful legs, sleek black fur, a long muzzle, horns curling from the sides of its head and over its ears before jutting forward again, and a massive, pointed-tip, black-veined cock swaying beneath its belly. Practically before it's done forming, the Hellhound leaps forward, dark steel teeth and gleaming black horns lashing out and twisting, Maya yelping as her clothes are torn apart, practically shredded from collar to hips, baring her tits and pussy to your full view for just a moment before the demon dog is bowling her over and knocking her onto all fours with itself above her. Maya cries out as that immense canine cock almost instantly finds her entrance and thrusts inside her before the beast begins pounding away, huffing and panting small gouts of flame from its mouth as it rapes her.\n\nYou stand there in shock, finally blinking. In only the few seconds since Maya completed the ritual, everything has gone from a lazy summer day to watching your childhood friend roll her eyes and grit her teeth as a demon animal from Hell slamfucks her pussy in front of you. What do you do?!\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack the hellhound!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Go for the book!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Run!|QOBook]]\n\n[[Jerk off.|QOBook11x2]]

"To be honest I haven't made any particular plans for this place," you admit. "All I know is that my great-uncle said he wanted to make sure all of you could continue to stay, and that this place was mine if I wanted it. So for the time being I'm mostly going to try to keep a roof over our heads and focus on attending college. I probably won't make any other decisions until I either finish school or something else comes up."\n\n"... Hmph!" With that, Nanako leaps to her feet and goes storming off... until she hits the stairs, which she finds it rather difficult to storm on, and winds up going more quickly than her huffy pace would obviously prefer.\n\n"That seems very sensible to me," Shizue says quietly, then gives a soft 'oh'. "Well, I mean, I'm sure you don't need my opinion." She stands up and sketches a quick bow. "Thank you for the roof. ... Pardon me." Then she heads up the stairs at a more sedate pace.\n\n"Heheh, those two," Motoko says with a wave of the hand. "My little sister goes to the high school in the next town, she's pigheaded like you can see but I'm sure she'll calm down and grow to like you eventually. Shizue is in her last year of college, some sort of literature degree, I think she's taking her time writing something for her graduating grade. Oh, and from what I read from the papers the lawyer sent over, I'm a year ahead of you at the university, so I'm your senpai, okay?" she adds with a grin and a wink. The grin only grows as she leans forward some, cupping a hand around her mouth as if speaking deep secrets. "But I do a lot of slacking off, so do as senpai says and not as senpai does, okay?"\n\nYou can't help but grin back at her. "Got it."\n\n"They delivered your stuff the other day, I had them put it in room 303, it's a bit more of a climb than our rooms on the second floor but it's one of the nicer rooms that's still kept up. Although," she adds, raising a finger. "They do say that it's haunted."\n\nThat gets a blink out of you, and you lean forward a little. "Haunted?"\n\n"Yup. They say that it's haunted by the spirit of a woman who was the mistress of a samurai who'd lost his position in the revolution, and had become nothing but a common field hand. Each night after toiling in the fields he'd come here before going home, supposedly to wash but really to see his mistress. One night though, when she asked him to run away with her, he fell into a rage and killed her. So they say that any time an unwashed man sleeps in that room, she'll come to see if it's her lover and have her vengeance!" Then she grins cheekily and winks. "So remember to have a bath before bed, alright? So that you don't get gobbled up."\n\n"I'll keep that in mind," you reply, grinning and shaking your head.\n\n"Oh, right, and to prevent arguments, the three of us had already agreed on times where we get the hot springs all to ourselves. Shizue gets it from six to seven, I get it from seven to eight, Nanako gets it from eight to nine. The rest of the day is a bit of a free-for-all so be careful then, or just wait until after nine. Oh right, but don't wait until <i>too</i> late," she continues, holding up her index finger again. "Because they say the hot springs are haunted."\n\n"Another ghost?!"\n\n"Heheh, there's more than a few ghost stories about this place, it's been around a long time. But they say that at midnight, a spirit of the land comes out, and that at that time the hot springs belong to her. That's why the hot springs used to close at 11:30... supposedly," she adds with a shrug, leaning back. "Probably it was so that the hot springs employees could go in and clean the place up in peace, and someone with an overactive imagination saw the closed sign and heard them moving around inside."\n\n"I guess that makes sense."\n\n"People make up all sorts of wacky stories!" Motoko agrees cheerfully, rising to her feet and giving her hips a few pats. "Anyway! I'll let you get settled in!" She meanders towards the stairs, saying as she goes, "So remember, Shizue has the hot springs six to seven, I have it seven to eight, Nanako has it eight to nine. We'll say you have it nine to ten, since that seems fair, so remember that that's your time!" She pauses at the stairs, then turns a bit and looks over her shoulder at you, giving you a rather foxlike grin and tapping the side of her mouth with one finger. "But if you get impatient around seven-thirty or so, I won't mind." Then she pads on up the stairs, humming a bit as you stare after her.\n\n... She was just teasing you, right? After a few minutes you decide not to dwell on it, instead grabbing your backpack and heading up to the third floor. When you get there you find what Motoko meant... it's actually pretty darn spacious, running from the wall all the way to the back of the building, and with a bit of a balcony outside. Even with the boxes of your stuff in here there's plenty of space, and someone's already set up a short, simple table with a tea set on it. (You're going to have to buy a desk and chair to use your laptop at, no way are you doing your schoolwork sitting on the floor.) You set down your bag, then head out onto the balcony to take a look. You find you have a surprisingly good view of the hot springs below, as well as the wooded area out behind the hotel... while in design it isn't that different than hotel rooms that look down on the swimming pool, you suppose, don't people kind of, y'know... go naked in the hot springs? In fact, the railing around the balcony has slats that are thick on the bottom and slowly taper up to the top, meaning that if someone were laying or squatting behind it, they'd be almost invisible but completely capable of still looking out. Was this place designed by voyeurs?!\n\nShaking your head, you go back inside and dig out your laptop, setting it on the table and starting to look up various things like where to go to buy furniture, and the train schedules that are best for your classes, and so on. Probably in part because you're tired from your flight, time flies by, and the next thing you know you look at the computer clock and it's 5:55pm. Shaking your head and realizing how you must be jet-lagged, you stand and take a moment to stretch. Well, it's still a few hours before you can take a bath before bed, which does sound good, the hot springs looked pretty inviting earlier...\n\n... actually, didn't Motoko say that from six to seven, Shizue might be in the hot springs?\n\n<hr>\n[[All the more reason to stay inside and wait.|Austin2x5]]\n\n[[Well, maybe just a little peek.|Austin]]

You tap the 'Personality Alterations' option, grinning a bit as Tifa freezes in place. Looks like the world goes on 'Pause' when you use the menu, that's useful. A new list of options pops up, offering you a variety of ways to twist the busty barmaid's personality around. Looks like whoever programmed this was definitely having a lot of fun with debug mode, because you can't see how most of these would ever be relevant if you tried to play the game, even if it is a sex game.\n\n<hr>\n[["Compliant".|FF7X4x2]]\n\n[["Slutty".|FF7X19x1]]\n\n[["Lesbian".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Lesbian Rapist".|FF7X]]\n\n[["Punk".|FF7X]]

Hm, 'compliant'... so that means she'll just do what's asked of her, but with no other changes to her personality or anything? That could be fun! You tap that option, and watch as the menus close and Tifa goes back into motion. Nothing seems to have changed... oh, wait, you have to actually try something first, right?\n\n"Hey, Tifa, show me your tits," you try.\n\n"Sure," she answers breezily, as if you'd asked her to hand you the salt at dinner. She straightens up and turns towards you, pulling up her shirt and letting the heavy globes drop free of it, bouncing and swaying until they settle into place, amazingly firm and full for their size... but then, she is something of an ideal. She smiles at you as if it weren't at all odd to be standing with her tits out in the middle of her bar in the middle of the day. "That enough?" she asks after a few seconds.\n\n"Uh, sure," you reply, still a little stunned. She nods and tugs her shirt back down, turning back to her cleaning as if nothing had happened. Wow, no hesitation, no acting weird, she just... does as asked. That's pretty cool.\n\n<hr>\n[[Play with her for awhile.|FF7X4x3]]\n\n[[Find someone else to try it on.|FF7X]]

"I think the best way to do the job is to do whatever is asked of you, no matter whether it's your responsibility or not, just do it because you're asked to do it," you answer, probably a little too quickly. "Whatever it is, just do it, no matter what."\n\n"Oh?" Mrs. Lane says, quirking an eyebrow. "Are you saying that the way to do your job is <i>complete</i> obedience to your superiors?"\n\nYou hesitate, then slump. "Mrs. Lane, I probably don't need to tell you, but... I <i>really</i> need this job. I've put everything I have left into just being presentable and able to be here today, so yes, I'll do absolutely anything to get and keep this job."\n\n"Absolutely anything," she echoes in a frustratingly neutral tone. After you bite your lip and give a nod, she lets out a soft 'hmmmmm', then nods and pushes back from the table some. "Very well, we'll proceed to one final test on your interview."\n\n"Y-yes?" you ask, perking a little.\n\n"Lick my pussy and bring me to orgasm."\n\n"... Ah?" you ask a little weakly.\n\n"While it would certainly be a violation of several laws to ask, from what I've gathered while speaking to you, you're quite straight. If you wish to prove that you will in fact do anything for this job, and obey any order you're given, you will come over here, kneel down between my legs, and perform oral sex on me until I have achieved climax," she continues evenly, turning to the side and lifting up in the chair while giving her skirt a few tugs up, then spreading her hosiery-clad legs. "Well?"\n\nYou hesitate, but eventually crack. What you said was true, you're desperate to get and keep this job. You always sort of suspected someone might offer to trade a job for sex, you think ruefully as you stand and round the table, somewhat awkwardly settling to your knees, but you always thought it would probably be some bald, sweating, panting fat pervert of a man, not a calm, collected, severe beautiful authoritarian of a woman. You pull your eyes down from her calm, watching face and to between the legs you're kneeling between. There are no panties beneath her dark hose, leaving the delta of her pubic hair and the line of her slit and pussylips deep shadows beneath it. "Um... sh-should I..." you stammer.\n\n"Just rip them open, Ms. Teele, I assure you I can afford more," she immediately answers, imperious hazel eyes unwaveringly fixed on your face.\n\nNodding sheepishly, you bring your hands up and carefully pinch some of the slick-feeling fabric, pulling gradually to tear it partially along the seams to open it, baring her immaculately-groomed and obviously extremely proficiently-tended sex. You swallow heavily, glancing up at her just to check if she's at any point going to call the whole thing off, but there's no sign of it. So you slowly lean forward, somewhat timidly beginning to draw your tongue over her pussylips, barely enough to move them and display more of her inner pink as they pass over.\n\n"If that is your definition of 'doing anything' to get this job, Ms. Teele, perhaps it's a bad fit," Mrs. Lane says rather coolly after a minute or so, and indeed you've noticed that there's not really any wetness to speak of other than what you've left with your light licks.\n\nSwallowing again, you reply, "S-sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll do better at licking your pussy!" You lean in closer, trying to put a bit more... well, enthusiasm into eating out the other woman. You start stroking your tongue more firmly up and down her pussylips, using similar motions some of your more competent boyfriends have used, and are 'rewarded' by tasting more of something similar to the little bits of your own juices you've tried in curiosity. And while you've never had to find another woman's clit, you guess you at least have a better idea of where to start looking... or rather, licking, since you've soon teased out Mrs. Lane's and are flicking your tongue over it, sucking at it, even giving it slightly hesitant little kisses amidst the rest of the attention you're giving her pussy.\n\n"Mmm, now you <i>are</i> seeming like a very obedient employee, Ms. Teele," Mrs. Lane says after some time, her otherwise calm, composed voice sounding a bit breathless, pale cheeks a bit flushed and intense hazel eyes heavy-lidded as she looks down at you. "I'm beginning to see a lot more potential. Perhaps... mm, yes, perhaps if you said... how much you love doing what you're currently doing..."\n\nYou stroke your tongue into the cleft of her pussylips, pressing it inside before drawing back enough to murmur, "I love eating your pussy, Mrs. Lane." Seeing her shudder and heraing a stifled moan, you get more of the idea of what she wants to hear, continuing to suck at her plumped pussylips and kiss her clit in between your sentences. "Even though I'm straight, licking your pussy is so good. I'd do it for hours if that's what you wanted me to do. I'll be a good girl and lick your pussy all you want if you give me a job."\n\nIt seems like it might be that last that gets her, as she suddenly gasps loudly and gives her hips a slight buck towards your mouth, your chin abruptly getting much wetter and your tongue a much more thorough taste of her. You can't help but be impressed that she still manages to look so businesslike and composed even seconds after her orgasm, beckoning you to your feet. "Mm. Very well, I think you've proved your obedience. So here." She draws out two different stacks of paper from the folder and lays them in front of you, one thinner than the other. "These are two different employment contracts, and I will let you pick which one to sign. One is for a position in human resources, beneath me," she says, just a hint of a smirk quirking her subtly-painted lips. "There are a number of promotion and raise opportunities and you can make quite the long-term career out of it. I will, of course, be regularly reviewing your performance, if you understand my meaning. I take it from that lip-bite that you do," she says, that trace of smugness seeping into her voice now. "The other is for a position as an RMS."\n\n"Ah... what's an RMS?" you ask, still feeling her pussy juices all over your face.\n\n"Roving Morale Specialist. Which is the human resources name for 'company public use whore'," she says evenly, though from the way her hazel eyes glitter she must enjoy your face when you say it. "During business hours, you will patrol the halls on your assigned route for the day, obeying any and all sexual requests and orders made of you, as well as running minor errands. This contract specifies that you remain employed as such for three years, during which you <i>will</i> obey all requests, or I may penalize you as I see fit until the end of your contract term. The position includes free room and board... specifically, you will become my live-in servant and obey myself and my spouse in the same way that you obey other employees during business hours. That will be your life, being every employee's plaything from nine AM to five PM, and my slave from five PM to nine AM. At the end of three years, you will be given the option to end your contract and be paid three million dollars." That hint of a smirk returns at the face you obviously make at that last bit. "So yes, three years of absolute obedience, which you claim to be able to give, in return for a fortune that will last you the rest of your life. Assuming you don't do something ridiculous with your money, like trying to afford a one bedroom apartment in New York City. So, which will it be, Ms. Teele?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the HR position.|CelOffice]]\n\n[[Become an RMS.|CelOffice]]

"Perverse? Alright," she answers breezily, as if you'd suggested something perfectly agreeable but not particularly spectacular to have for lunch. "What?"\n\nAh, that's the question. It seems she'll do pretty much anything you say with a smile on her face, which is why you suggested doing something particularly dirty. But what dirtiness to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Use her as a toilet.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Have her fuck a dog.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Visit the playground.|FF7X4x5]]

With the last of your fading consciousness, you bring up your cellphone and set an alarm for nine. Then you let your arm flop out to the side and close your eyes, quickly drifting off in a glorious lack of airplane noise and vibration.\n\nYou awake to the feeling of your hand buzzing and the blaring of one of your favorite songs. Blinking blearily a few times, you sit up and roll your shoulders, then tap the phone's screen to silence it. You sit there for a moment, evaluating how you feel... there is a bit of muzziness still, but you definitely feel a lot better for having caught at least a bit of sleep. Clambering to your feet, you gather up some bathing amenities and head downstairs.\n\nThe hotel's lights have been dimmed and there's no one around that you can see... well, not like it's normally super crowded anyway. You follow the signs on the walls indicating which hallway leads to the hot springs dressing room, stepping inside. Just one, huh? Must've been a coed hotspring back in the day, kinda naughty, in your opinion. The dressing room is kind of old-style and made of lacquered wood as opposed to the concrete and pressboard you're more used to, with long benches running between little locker areas with a single shelf above a cubby-type area. There's also the little shower area, which is obviously for cleaning up before actually getting in the hot springs (since that's proper etiquette, the hot springs are a bath, not a bathtub). Looks like that, at least, has been updated, but probably only sometime in the seventies it looks like, since it's at least standing showerheads and tile instead of... you guess buckets and spigots would be the more traditional form?\n\nAnyway, time to get cleaned up and have a soak!\n\n<hr>\n[[Yeah!|Austin3x1]]\n\n[[Wait, do a quick check first.|Austin2x8]]

You're really not sure what to make of the whole 'Motoko situation' so the best policy would seem to be to avoid the whole thing. Your lizard brain, which seems to have absorbed too many porno movie plots, keeps insisting you're being an idiot and missing out, but you decide to ignore it and focus on getting ready for the night.\n\nChecking the closet finds a folded-up futon and sheets... decent enough to keep using, you think, or you can always change your mind and buy a bed. As you get the futon out and made up though, your long trip really starts to sink in, and you begin to feel a thorough, tired ache in your muscles and a fuzziness in your head. You practically can't help but flump down on the futon, settling your head on the pillow. Just a short nap, that's all... ah, but maybe if you want to make sure it is, you should set an alarm...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Set an alarm for 9:00pm.|Austin2x7]]\n\n[[Don't bother.|Austin]]

"Sam? Sam, are you here?" Kelly calls as she wanders through the house. Entering the kitchen, she spots the door to the basement hanging open, and sighs. "Oh dammit." Walking over she leans in slightly and calls, "George! Did you eat a girl?!"\n\nIn answer, there's a low rumble that faintly shakes the floor.\n\n"Dammit, George! That was my <i>niece</i>! I'm going to have a hell of a time figuring out what to tell her parents." Kelly scowls and folds her arms over her chest. After a moment, she calls again, "Are you at least full for now?"\n\nAnother low rumble, much like the first.\n\nKelly grins and begins shedding her clothes. "Well, at least there's a bright side to things." As she pushes down her panties, she reveals that her pussy constantly gapes open, looking as if it could effortlessly accept someone's arm. She mmms softly, reaching back to push a few fingers into her completely loose asshole, then starts down the stairs, breasts jiggling with every step. Of course, there's always a chance that even after feasting on her niece, her pet will decide to go for broke and devour her too...\n\n... But that's what makes it interesting! Well, that and the gigantic cock.\n\n<b>Aunt Kelly's House</b> end - <i>Grue food</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe the grue food should rethink where it decided to poke around.|CampingStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should reconsider what it wanted to do for the summer.|SelfSufficientStart]]\n\n[[Maybe the grue food should ponder starting all over.|CharGenMain]]

You've always heard that real estate can be a great investment... and if it's the sort of real estate that doesn't change hands that often, all the better. Besides, somehow this feels like more of an investment in your future than just money would be (and apparently involves a chance to have your own home in a different place, pretty sweet). "I think I'll take the real estate," you declare, smiling.\n\n"An excellent choice. Now, there are three properties to choose from," Mrs. Andrews explains as she tucks most of the papers back into the file and sets it aside. The remaining stack she unclips and settles into three stacks in front of you. "Now, the first is a [[hot springs resort|Austin2x2]] in Japan."\n\n"Whoa, an entire resort?!"\n\n"Try not to get too excited, Austin, 'resort' in this case means a single and somewhat aging building. Though it does have a fair handful of amenities, at the moment it's being used as a simple dorm for a trio of students, and is not in active use as a hotel... though you could, of course, decide to reopen it at your discretion. Although your great-uncle was very fond of the tenants, and has asked that should you accept this property, to try and do what you can to keep them housed there."\n\nShe gestures to the center set of papers. "The second property is [[a castle|Austin]] in a remote area of Ireland. It has been kept up and had most modern amenities installed, though you would certainly be rather far from civilization. There are a handful of tenants there as well, to my understanding, though your great-uncle was somewhat more vague as to his disposition involving them."\n\n"Finally, there is a [[theme park|Austin5x1]]." At your obvious surprise, she smiles. "Yes, your great-uncle owned one, as should probably be expected of him. Though to my understanding it's currently not open to the public... only part of it is currently functional, and it currently carries a fairly minimal staff of actual employees. You would be free to keep it that way as you like, as the current endowment for the land is sufficient to keep what's currently open serviced for some decades to come. Of course, you could always try to revitalize it and get more of it working."

Oh hey, you heard good things about the Ravager class from the very few beta test leaks they were... a combination DPS/DoT class, attacking enemy units and also dealing damage to various of their stats and inflicting status effects. You select that option, and the generic white warpaint turns the red of fresh blood and crawls across the troll's skin in what you have to admit is a pretty creepy effect, turning into long, slashlike lines that definitely give an ominous intent. The loincloth turns long and ragged at the edges, made of black leather instead of bland brown, and leather bands appear around his arms, legs, and crossed over his chest. Tres dommy. \n\nYou'd expect to be taken to character customization, but instead a screen offering traits pops up. This is what all the fuss is about for the new update?\n\n<center>Choose your character's trait.</center>\n\n[[Thrallmaker|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager focuses on damaging the minds of their prey, weakening and destroying their senses until they are rendered pliable, and able to be turned to your Ravager's own purposes. Have a care, this ability is addictive, leaving your Ravager with a will to do fewer and fewer things but make thralls! (Hm, so you can probably get enemies you defeat as temporary combat "pets", but maybe you have to pay to be able to use it on higher level enemies with other powers you'd get at higher levels.)\n\n[[Destroyer|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your Ravager doesn't just damage the abilities, minds, or bodies of their foes... they outright destroy them. The infamy your character will gain from this is immense, however. (So your abilities will work better but you'll draw more aggro, got it.)

You click on the male troll, and the model swings around to fill the screen. He's wearing nothing but a plain leather loincloth and some rather generic warpaint... obviously not a lot of effort went into the basic model. He gnashes his teeth as if constantly worrying those jutting tusks with his lips, glaring around with black eyes and rolling his shoulders as if eager to gore somebody.\n\nThe class options are what you've come to expect from the "we totally don't think of them as the villains guys, c'mon" faction.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch Doctor|GGWOW18x1]]\n\n[[Ravager|GGWOW16x3]]

Let's just admit it, you're a bit of a troll at heart. What teenager isn't, on some level? Grinning, you select the tall, lanky blue-skinned race, watching as both the male and female models come up. As is typical for such things, the females are rather more conventionally attractive, more just slender and a little strange than the males, who are bent forward until they almost seem to walk gorilla-style, with tusks like elephants and massive hands and feet. Such is fantasy race design, you suppose.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW16x2]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW19x1]]

"... That one," you decide, shining your light on one of the doors.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"That looks a lot like an hourglass, which is probably one of the more common ways a race develops of telling time, if I had to guess. And a symbol of time would represent-"\n\n"History," Smith picks up, nodding firmly. "Good call. Let's take a look."\n\nThe two of you approach the doorway and take a look through. Beyond is a long, dark passage... so long and dark that neither your improved night vision nor the beams of the flashlights manage to reach the walls or ceiling. The only illumination is the distant outline of another door, and a number of drifting balls of light in various colors.\n\n"Aesthetic, or trap?" Smith wonders aloud, looking at one of the shining little balls of luminescence.\n\n"Why not both?" you quip dryly.\n\n"Possible. What do you think we should do?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eh, ignore them.|TrekF13x6]]\n\n[[Avoid them as much as possible.|TrekF]]

"We should watch where we step," you note to Smith, glancing down. "Placing stairs back into the temple right after going up... I bet there are some traps here that haven't been eroded away by the elements."\n\n"Good point," Smith acknowledges with a nod. Indeed, a moment later, she stops and points. "There."\n\nYou look, then after a glance downward manifest a small flashlight from your belt and point it at the vague outline. It looks quite a bit like a pink frisbee, similar in both size and color, albeit smooth and a little shiny at the touch of the light. "Some sort of mine?"\n\n"I don't know, but the system's analyzed it, and... yeah," she adds, looking down the stairs. You look as well as a number of glowing outlines appear scattered over the steps. "Just dispersed enough that not an entire team would be likely to trip them going down."\n\nYou think on that for a moment, then make a face. "So that the survivors would think once they got past the stairs, it must be safer inside."\n\n"Right. This ruin... it could be a honey trap too." She frowns. "It's similar to the Raptarrans', but not quite their style. There's no... predator theme, for one thing."\n\n"Maybe our assumption that this isn't a Raptarran structure, but related to them, is correct," you offer as you resume walking down the stairs, still keeping an eye out for any threats the system hasn't identified.\n\n"I think that's becoming a stronger possibility."\n\nLuckily it seems that the unknown mines are the only thing on the stairs, or the only thing you spot, since both of you arrive in a large, open room with various areas splitting off from it. Smith produces her own flashlight to get a better look at the walls, briefly shining it on something like a large, glowing egg-shaped green object on a pedestal in the center of the room. "No text of any kind I can see or the system can pick up," she notes a little sourly. "Just the pictographs above the door. Thoughts?"\n\nYou take a look around at the doors, as well as the large "egg" in the center. Obviously you can spend some time exploring the whole temple, but that still leaves you back at deciding where to start, so.\n\n<hr>\nThe doors are marked:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/0o5MZ0D.png?1" alt="A cow's head">|TrekF13xCowEnd1]] [[<img src="images/Kctf3yI.jpg" alt="A drop of liquid">|TrekF13xSplooshEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/sns4ZgF.jpg?1" alt="An hourglass">|TrekF13x5]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/oXQa1OO.jpg?1" alt="A statue">|TrekF13xStatueEnd1]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/j84pBRu.png?1" alt="A short length of chain">|TrekF13xSlaveEnd1]]\n\nOr, on its pedestal, there's:\n\n[[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/ZFZYWGK.jpg?1" alt="A glowing green egg">|TrekF13xEggEnd1]]

"Do you think we can trust him?" Ami asks as the two of you trot down the stairs and head back towards the tram.\n\n"Orkin seems to value his bottom line over everything else. And that bottom line gets a lot richer if we succeed in getting off this station quietly with our bounty, so I trust that," you answer, nevertheless glancing around cautiously as the two of you wait at the doors. "It's actually in his best interests at this point for us to succeed."\n\n"Then why are you...?"\n\n"Because sometimes people get to thinking and they get annoyed and they do things that aren't in their best interests. Let's go," you add in a quiet tone, urging Ami through the door as it slides open in front of you.\n\n"Three!" Ami exclaims as the two of you find her twin on your return to Commerce Central. You hang back, grinning as you watch them hug. "Three, you're coming with us!"\n\n"Um. Okay?"\n\n"It's alright, we... well, we bought you," your friend says a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry, it was just the fastest way to get you out of here safely."\n\n"Oh. Oh, I... I understand, I..." Still looking rather overwhelmed, Three looks at you, then nods. "Um. Thank you. Of course I'll come with you, since... yeah."\n\n"Ami, we... er, sorry, I didn't even realize that all this time I'd been just calling you what you were," you add in a murmur. "Would you two like to pick out like... real person names or something?"\n\nNow both of them are looking at you in a rather overwhelmed fashion. The blue-haired twins exchange a look, before your friend shakes her head. "No, it's alright. Just 'Two' and 'Three' is alright for now. That's how we know each other anyway. I mean, if it's okay, and you don't mind?"\n\n"You can go by what you want," you assure her, grinning.\n\n"Oh! Oh, could we, you know..." Two glances at Three's rather scant clothing. "Could we maybe, um... buy her some clothes, first thing?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Sure!|Cypher]]\n\n[[We can't.|Cypher5x10]]

"I think we should just act like they're not even there," you decide.\n\n"Why?"\n\n"Assuming you couldn't program the genetic structure of everything coming through here... which if they did, it won't matter how we approach, they'll turn hostile... then what would be the next thing you'd program a security system to go after?"\n\nSmith considers, then raises her eyebrows a little. "Cagey movements. Motions that seem like they're actively trying to avoid security. Suspicious behavior."\n\n"Right. So, let's try just strolling on through as if we belong, and maybe they'll think we do."\n\nYou and Smith both square your shoulders, then do your best 'strolling through the corridor on the way to bridge duty' walks as you head through the passage and towards the distant light of the doorway. The lights continue to drift by above and out to the sides, as if moving on some faint underwater current you can't feel. You almost freeze up and go rigid as one abruptly breaks from its previous paths and slides through the air down towards you, but force yourself to continue on with barely a break in your stride. It floats beside your head, almost like some ancient will-o-the-wisp urging you to turn towards it, but you continue to ignore it as you walk along. Finally it gradually pulls away and wanders off again.\n\n"Tense," Smith comments simply as the two of you emerge from the dark passage and into a rather smaller room, this one lined with numerous rows of thin metal pedestals, each with a softly glowing golden or silver egg on the top. "But this does look a lot like a data storage area."\n\n"How do we activate these, though?" you wonder aloud, leaning down to look a bit closer at one of the eggs. "Are these the interface, or the data storage?"\n\n"We may have to get a research team down here," Smith allows as she continues to look through the room. Then she pauses at the end of the far wall. "Hel-lo. We might have a lead that doesn't have to come out of the computers, though." Once you've joined her at her side, she points to the carving on the wall. "Look at this. I think that 'ancient Mayaztec' styling may have worked out in our favor. They seem to have done a pictographic history as well."\n\n"Can you understand it?"\n\n"Between my personal interest in archaeology and the system offering tips, I think I can glean at least a general understanding. Let's see... the aliens had established an empire roughly as large as the Federation, probably larger, in another quadrant to judge by those star positionings, along with little colonies and outposts like this one across the rest of the galaxy. But as they became technologically advanced to the point that it would seem like magic to us, they became lazier," she notes, pointing to a group of figures depicted lazing about and seeming distraught over performing simple tasks. "And so they took a group of living creatures from a planet they'd passed by that seemed to have vast genetic potential, and uplifted them," Smith continues, walking along to the segment that shows dinosaur-like creatures, and then in two cases more humanoid forms (and with rather prominent endowments on all three). "One to be their guards and warriors, one to work their technology, and another to be general servitors and worker bees. It looks like those were the Raptarrans," she adds, pointing at the carvings of raptor-like figures doing common household tasks.\n\n"Their warriors were virtually invincible, their scientists were nearly omnipotent, and their menials, well, there were just plenty of them to use for whatever they liked, since they were programmed to breed and reproduce regularly," Smith continues, tone growing more wry as she continues to interpret the carvings. "Then... it looks like some sort of calamity struck, very suddenly," she notes, frowning at the scenes of chaos and destruction. "The aliens weren't able to properly direct their servitors because of lack of preparedness, and everything fell apart. In the turmoil, the servitor class... the Raptarrans... rose up and slaughtered their weakened creators, and stole what they could of the technology of the other two. Though it looks like they probably managed to take only the least of it." She pauses, shaking her head. "Which means the insane levels of combat power and genetic manipulation they have now are still probably only a fraction of what their creators possessed and gifted to the other races."\n\n"So what could have caught a race like that by surprise?"\n\nSmith frowns, since she seems to have come to the end of the mural... then after a moment turns the flashlight up, to the ceiling. There, all above the wall depicting the chaos of the civilization's fall into ruin, are spheres, elegantly carved to depict them as being smooth and shiny. "The RubBorg."\n\n"... Damn," you murmur, staring up at the spheres.\n\n"This... offers several possible solutions to our current problem, and potentially an indicator of a much, much bigger problem. If the RubBorg could take down a civilization of that level of technology, just by catching them unprepared..." Smith trails off, then shakes her head. "We can't get distracted. We need to deal with the Raptarran Issue first thing. Thoughts?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the warrior caste.|TrekF14x1]]\n\n[[Find the science caste.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Find the precursors themselves.|TrekF]]\n\n[[Look to the RubBorg.|TrekF13x7]]

Something about the sense of that whisper makes you clamp down hard... mentally. (Though from the slight trill the Raptarran gives, your body reacted and clamped down on him too, as you can tell by how he seems to have swollen even bigger inside you.) Gritting your teeth even harder, you focus on not letting your body betray you, staying as you are as the alien pumps away at your asshole, staring straight ahead at the wall. You refuse to acknowledge it as the first orgasm shudders through your body, and then the next, simply glaring at the tritanium until you hear the Raptarran give a low yowl as it floods your ass with thick liquid heat. You don't even look away as it pulls out and makes banter with the guards and Admiral while being escorted out. Instead you simply straighten up, accepting a towel from one of the guards and trying your best to be brisk and businesslike about wiping off your lower body before redressing and following them out.\n\nOnce you emerge from the small refreshment room where you showered and donned a clean uniform, you find Admiral Bigguns waiting for you. "The Raptarran is giving us a wealth of information. In just the last twenty minutes, we've been given technological insights that could propel our combat capabilities so far beyond anyone else in the quadrant that..." She trails off, shaking her head. "Thank you for your sacrifice, Commander."\n\n"Just doing my duty," you acknowledge a little grimly, with a slight nod of the head.\n\n"... Indeed." She lets out a sigh. "Commander, as far as I'm aware you don't have a residence in the system. I would like to insist that you stay with me in my home on Mars for the duration of your time here on Earth. Hosting you as my guest seems the least I can do to begin to pay you back."\n\nYou consider demurring, but when an admiral makes an offer like that, it doesn't seem a particularly good idea to refuse. You politely accept, and soon you and Bigguns are on a shuttle ride to Mars. It's hard to believe you're actually standing on the Red Planet itself as you step out and onto a surprisingly suburban street, with blue skies overhead and a lake rippling in the background. But you are on Mars, and walking to what amounts to a small mansion, the sort that someone spent an awful lot of money on to avoid looking ostentatious. You have a pleasant if somewhat quiet dinner with the busty admiral, where it's obvious neither of you knows quite what to say to the other, especially with the day's activities as they are. Eventually you retire to the guest bedroom, which looks almost entirely like something from your own time, save for the replicator that you use to create some basic pajamas before climbing into bed and quickly drifting off to sleep.\n\nYou awaken not in the comfortable little guest room, but instead a room that looks far too much like the one you were in earlier with the Raptarran for comfort, although this one only has one door. You scramble to your feet, and without thinking fall into a combat stance as the door slides open. A human woman enters, wearing an exceptionally tight black bodysuit with grey pads across the surface that give it a vaguely armor-like appearance, the skin-fitting garment showing off her tall, toned body and C-cup breasts. It also has a flat black and grey Starbeat insignia on the chest, and a simple, unreflective steel bar in place of rank insignia. Her black hair is clipped short, and her steel-blue eyes fix on you from above a scar running across the bridge of her nose.\n\n"You're not in any danger, I assure you," she says after a moment. "I apologize for the abruptness and manner of your transfer here, but it was necessary to how we work."\n\n"'We'?" you prompt with a scowl, glancing at the insignia and her collar.\n\n"Section 69. We are a covert arm of Starbeat that does not answer to the traditional chain of command." She tilts her head slightly. "I'd ask you if you'd ever wondered how a society that seems particularly eager to find a moral hill to die on manages to survive in a galaxy full of threats that don't have similar compunctions... but then, you're not a part of this society, are you? And no, I don't refer to Erin Hawt's history, because you're not Erin Hawt, either."\n\nYou can't help but react a bit to that physically, your shoulders going back and body leaning away. But you almost instantly school your face to impassivity and keep your teeth together.\n\n"Needs a little work, but a lot of potential," the woman says with a brisk nod. "Don't worry, we've been reviewing your behavior and thought patterns. We don't think you're some kind of sleeper agent or infiltrator... more likely someone displaced from an alternate timeline, or another time period, most likely the past. What matters is that since your arrival, you've shown yourself willing to work for the cause of humanity, and to see the big picture. That's what Section 69 is for... we preserve Earth, humanity, the Federation, the quadrant, and life in general, in order of most to least important. Sometimes we have to disregard the higher moral stances to do it. Having that on our conscience is the price we pay to keep this society functioning, and largely ignorant of the sacrifices we make on its behalf."\n\n"And you're... you're what, recruiting me?" you ask with a frown, finally straightening up.\n\n"In just the last twenty-four hours, you've shown yourself willing to go above and beyond the call of duty, while still simply considering it your duty. Even most Starbeat officers would have quailed from what you did, if not on personal preference, then on moral grounds. But you stepped up. Too, during the event, we detected what amounted to a psionic attack from the Raptarran. Without assistance, you closed yourself off to it, and simply completed the mission. That indicates you have a strong mind, and a strong will. We have every reason to believe that the Raptarran invasion is coming, and that it will be much worse than Starbeat currently thinks it will be. Our analysis of your escape, as inventive and well-executed as it was, now indicates it was likely a ruse on their part to allow you to escape with their agent to Earth." At your shocked look, she nods again. "But they've just revealed their greatest weakness... pride."\n\n"I'd prefer something like 'lethally alergic to water'," you grumble.\n\nOne corner of her mouth actually quirks up a little. "Pride will do." Then her expression becomes grim again. "Commander, though I have little doubt Admiral Bigguns would do everything she could for you, your career is effectively over in Starbeat. Even if they try to keep it quiet, you will become known among your superior officers as someone who let themselves be fucked by a degenerate monster for information. As enlightened as our society likes to think of itself as being, they won't see the simple necessity and sacrifice of it the way we do. Their lingering prudishness and selfishness will lead to them thinking of you, on some level, as a whore. But you can have a future in Section 69. Yes, you will likely have to do things you find morally repugnant... you may have nightmares, you may hate yourself. We actually prefer that to the people that find what we do comes easily and without remorse. But I think it is a sacrifice you know you need to make on behalf of every sentient being in this galactic quadrant, else we all wind up at the mercy of those things. Are you with us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|TrekF13x2]]\n\n[[No.|TrekF13xEnd1]]

Taking a moment to rein in your annoyance, you just return her annoyed look briefly before speaking. "I'm not leaving, because I own this place."\n\n"... Eh?" That certainly seems to draw her up short, as she straightens up some, expression going blank.\n\n"I. Own. This. Place," you reply in slow, clear Japanese (probably with an accent too but not as heavy a one, you're smug to say). "As in, it's mine, the building, the hot springs, the land, all of it."\n\n"I-i-it can't be yours!" she squeaks, pointing at you repeatedly. "This place belongs to Grandpa Alchi, even if he is dead!"\n\nYou open your mouth, then close it. 'Grandpa Alchi'? So what, did he not count as a 'foreigner' or something? You decide not to point out the ridiculousness of her statement, and instead answer, "He left it to me in his will. I'm his grand-nephew, Austin."\n\n"W-wha? But... but... but..." she stammers, before turning and racing to a set of steps, shouting up, "Hey! Hey, 'neesan! Shizue! There's some weirdo foreigner down here lying and saying he owns this place!"\n\nYou rub at your face and suppress a sigh, then glance up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs, seeing a girl around your own age stopping on the landing and leaning forward to peer down, hands resting on her legs.\n\n<img src=images/742nEwR.jpg>\n\n"Ohhhhh, it <i>is</i> a foreigner!" the new girl declares. "He doesn't look particularly weird to me, maybe kind of cute actually. Does he speak Japanese? Harro! Wehkahm to Jah-pahn!"\n\n"I don't know if he speaks Japanese, he's a barbarian!" the younger girl huffs.\n\n"We just had an entire conversation in Japanese," you point out in a flat tone.\n\n"That doesn't prove anything!"\n\n"Hm? What's the problem?" comes a quiet voice. Another girl steps onto the landing, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck sweater and black pants, her long black hair a little disheveled. She gives a soft 'oh' as she spots you, drawing halfway behind the short-haired girl and fidgeting for a moment, before she steps away and does a quick bow, saying in very clear English, "Hello, I'm sorry for any trouble Nanako caused you."\n\n<img src=images/R4NeL5H.jpg>\n\n"What are you telling him?! Are you telling him to leave?!"\n\n"It's fine. And I speak Japanese just fine, thank you very much," you say, suppressing a sigh.\n\nA bit later all three girls are sitting arrayed on the couches in the lobby, though you notice the dark-haired girl has sort of scooted away to the very edge so she can be the furthest from everyone else. The youngest girl, meanwhile, is fuming deeply, arms folded over her chest and legs crossed, slouched down in her seat. "I can't believe Grandpa Alchi left our home to this guy! Just because he's related to him by stupid old blood!"\n\n"Ehehhhhh," the short-haired one coos, waving a hand a bit at the sulking one, before looking at you. "But yeah, I actually got a letter like a month ago explaining everything, it just slipped my mind when it came time to tell everyone about it. Sorry for the trouble. Anyway, I'm Motoko, and you've already made my little sister Nanako's acquaintance, obviously. That over there is Shizue, don't mind her, she's just shy."\n\n"..." Shizue squirms as if she'd like to protest, but winds up clasping her hands in her lap and staring down at them.\n\n"I bet he's got all sorts of perverted plans for us," Nanako mutters through pooched-out lips while looking off to the side.\n\n"Well, one or two perverted plans might not be too bad," Motoko muses with a fingertip to her lip, then when pretty much everyone blushes and stares at her she grins and waves it off again. "Joking, joking! I'm sure Austin isn't like that! Ah, but maybe he does have plans of some sort?" she adds, glancing at you, all three looking curious now.\n\n<hr>\n[[You're going to reopen the hotel.|Austin4x1]]\n\n[[You haven't decided yet.|Austin2x4]]\n\n

"Let's see if we can gather some information. These things have some sort of weak point, but we can't rely on a single ground-level operative to know everything," you offer after a few moments' thought.\n\n"You'd be surprised how often low-level individuals seem to have extensive knowledge of the inner workings of their entire civilization, but you have a point. Alright, let's start with the system their 'honey trap' ship was found in. The precursor ruins there appear to be genuine... it may not be a coincidence that the Raptarrans parked their ship there."\n\nThe two of you make your way to a small hangar, where a handful of craft that look far more sleek and deadly than most of the Federation ships you've seen so far are parked. Smith boards one and settles into the pilot's seat, while you sit down beside her. "It should only take us about an hour," she notes as she starts plotting in a course.\n\n"It took quite a bit longer aboard the <i>Maine</i>," you note. "And that was with us stressing the engines."\n\n"The <i>Maine</i> isn't a particularly new ship anyway, but we tend to have the bleeding edge of technology available to us here in Section 69... for one thing we don't have to worry about pesky things like 'intellectual property' or 'interstellar treaties'," Smith answers a bit dryly. "We'd shave a handful of minutes off the time by disengaging the cloaking device, but it's not worth it, especially considering the number of ships and stations we'll be passing."\n\nSure enough, it's a fairly short trip until the shuttle drops out of warp. You feel a little shudder go up your spine at the familiar sight of the planet, though now devoid of the ships in orbit that helped mark it when you first arrived. You press your mouth into a grim line and say nothing as Smith guides the shuttle down through the atmosphere, flying low over jungles, a surprisingly temple-esque structure soon rising from the greenery. "Our own investigations indicate that about half of the ground team fell victim to local hazards and traps inside the ruins," Smith says as she opens a compartment and pulls out a pair of belts, ringed with little shiny black squares, with a pistol of some sort holstered on one hip and a knife on the other. Handing you one, she notes, "The belt is made of miniature transporter pads and buffers, your nanites should identify what each contains if you need it. We need to be careful down there... remember, more than a dozen people went missing in there, and while we don't know what happened to them, we know that they're not just wandering around lost."\n\nNodding, you fasten on the belt, you and Smith stepping out of the invisible craft (though your innate HUD helpfully puts an outline around it) and make your way towards the "temple" stairs. "Does every set of ancient alien precursors have an aesthetic vaguely matching Mayan and Aztec stuff?" you wonder aloud.\n\n"Yes," Smith says simply, glancing at you and quirking an eyebrow. "We don't know why, but yes."\n\nOoookay. The two of you make your way up and then inside the temple. Despite the darkness, your nanites provide night vision that's surprisingly clear, if lacking a little bit in color depth once the sunlight from outside is clearly gone. The entrance leads to a large empty room mostly containing more stairs leading back down and into the structure. \n\n<hr>\n[["Let's hurry."|TrekF]]\n\n[["Watch your step."|TrekF13x4]]

"... Alright. I understand. After talking to and... being at the mercy of that thing... I can't let its kind just do what it likes anymore," you reply, pressing your lips together. "I'll join Section 69."\n\n"I'm glad to hear that. Please follow me." She turns and makes her way out through the door, leaving you to catch up with her. The metal is a little cold on your bare feet, but nothing you can't handle as she shows you down a long, nondescript hallway. "We only use one name here, no ranks. You can choose whatever name you like... we've heard just about everything so there shouldn't be any snickering. I personally chose a fairly classic one that happened to be unused at the time, 'Smith'."\n\nYou can't help but grin a bit, and despite the seriousness of the situation, the only answer that comes to mind is, "Then can I be 'Jones'?"\n\n"It's available." Smith actually gives you a gentle smile that instantly charms you and makes you decide then and there that the name is for good. "Right now I'll show you to where you can get outfitted. We need to get you right to work once you've been fully debriefed. Just tell your whole story, the full truth, don't worry about how odd it seems or that you might incriminate yourself. We just want to know, not judge."\n\nYou nod slowly, following her into a room not unlike one of the security rooms back on the <i>Venture</i>. Smith lets you undress as she gets out one of the uniforms like her own, passing it to you. It goes on baggy, but once you press a hidden control on the wrist, tightens up to be as form-fitting as hers, completely outlining your pert ass and perky tits. You almost feel naked, but suppose you'll just have to get used to it, placing the comm badge and identical steel bar rank pip she hands you. You suppress a flinch as she presses a hypospray to the side of your neck... then blink as letters and indicators start appearing in your vision. "Nanotechnology. Way ahead of what we let out into the public. All of our facilities are unmarked and with as few visible controls as possible to make infiltration harder, the only real way to get around is if you have these," she explains. "They help with a lot of things. Based on your adaptability rating from our observations, you should get used to them pretty much instantly."\n\nAfter that she shows you into a room, where a fairly nondescript man in an identical uniform (with the way he's sitting still showing off the bulge at his crotch) asks you to sit down, then begins interviewing you. Following Smith's advice, you're honest about everything... your real name, the time you're from, running away from home and going to Worldland, touching the phaser rifle, and everything since then. He obviously picks up on some of the things that you say, since you wind up explaining how everything is similar to a TV show franchise from your world, but not quite. At the end, he simply says, "Thank you. Dismissed."\n\nYou nod and rise from the chair, walking out to find Smith waiting for you. She's tapping at a PADD, and looks up as you step out. "Your registration as 'Jones' has been approved. Welcome to Section 69, officially."\n\n"Thanks. So what now?"\n\n"Like I said, right to work. Right now, the focus of everything is on the 'Raptarran Issue', as we're calling it. You and I are going to be one of the primary teams working on the Raptarran Issue, and as of now there are two angles we can be working. The first is [[enhanced interrogation of the prisoner|TrekF]]."\n\n"Enhanced interrogation of...?" You raise your eyebrows. "Isn't the Raptarran being held by mainstream Starbeat?"\n\n"Not anymore. We've made it look like he committed suicide with a previously undetected disintegration device. In reality we've got him in lockdown in one of our black sites. It's likely there's a lot he isn't telling us... while he claimed that he could leak whatever technology he wanted without his higher-ups worrying at all, we have to believe he's lying and that he's only truly permitted to give us certain things. If true, the very fact that we're not meant to have particular Raptarran technology means that it could be what they're afraid of."\n\n"So basically we torture it out of him."\n\n"Yes," Smith answers bluntly. "'Enhanced interrogation' is to indicate how broad the umbrella is, not that we're refusing to acknowledge what we're doing. Pain isn't a reliable method with every sentient, and it's what most people think of when they hear 'torture'. But we'll try whatever methods we think will work to get him to break and give us what we need."\n\n"Alright. What's the other angle?"\n\n"[[Information gathering|TrekF13x3]]. We find out more about them as a species. What is behind their cultural drive to conquer and defile? Do they have any enemies? Has anyone ever beaten them before? Or is there simply something they've never encountered before that's sufficient to take them down. It's a lot less focused than the interrogation would be, but possibly just as fruitful, and with the benefit of not having to deal directly with the prisoner." She offers you the tablet. "Here, look them over. For now we'll be partners, so you decide which you think our energy is better directed at."

"How's it feel, Yuffie?" you ask as you settle into a chair, spreading your legs and stroking your prick as you watch the ninja hump frantically away at the drone. "Fucking the hole of what's probably your best friend, huh?"\n\n"Nnh, nnh, anh," Yuffie gasps out, and for a moment you think she's going to be too lost in the pleasure to reply. But as her fingers squeeze the Tifa drone's big rubber ass, she groans, "Feels so good... feels so fuckin' good!"\n\n"Oh? So you don't mind that I turned Tifa into a rubber sexbot?" You smirk as you milk a few drops of pre out of your own prick, toying with your balls as you watch the scene before you. "As long as you get to fuck her?"\n\nYuffie whimpers loudly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, obviously fighting back against what she wants to say. But as she gives a particularly hard thrust forward, something inside her obviously snaps, and she blurts out, "FUCK yes! Fuck! I don't care if I ever get Tifa back, I just wanna fuck this thing's holes!" Her brown eyes take on a crazed look, a similarly lust-mad smile curling her lips as she looks down at the drone and redoubles her efforts, her hips slapping against the sextoy's round rubber ass with audible impacts. "If I'd known having a dick and raping Tifa felt this good I'd've done it the day we met! Fuck Tifa, I don't care, just let me fuck this thing you turned her into forever!"\n\nThe ninja squeals happily as she thrusts forward, a spurt of cum oozing from the ass-tunnel of the doll as she unloads inside it, her prick almost visibly throbbing with every jet of thick cum. You give a little groan yourself, but continue your slow jerking off as you watch Yuffie finish using the drone's ass-hole as a cumdump and order it to its knees, the teen's hands gripping the sides of its featureless head and starting to fuck its mouth-tunnel, her balls slapping against its smooth rubber chin.\n\n"Hnnnnh, yeah, you make a way better sextoy than a person, you big-titted bitch," Yuffie growls happily as she fucks away at the Tifa drone's ribbed facehole, licking her lips with that still rather lust-crazed look on her face. "We finally found the perfect use for you, who gives a shit if you were so sweet and kind, your holes feel fucking great now!"\n\nYou smirk at the barrage of steadily more objectified abuse that Yuffie's blurting out towards the rubber sexbot, the comments gradually mentioning Tifa's name less and less, until the petite dickgirl is soon just moaning and gasping out how much she enjoys the sextoy's holes, hands toying with her pert little tits. Finally she cries out, pulling her cock free and stroking it, spurting her load all over the doll's featureless black rubber face as you pump yourself to completion as well.\n\nYou continue lightly stroking your cum-smeared cock as Yuffie pants and gasps, sliding her own still-stiff prick back into the drone's mouth-hole and pumping a few times. It was actually amazing fun, watching Yuffie degrade her friend-turned sexdoll that way. Fun enough you'd like to do that again... hm, but how?\n\n<hr>\n[[Keep turning Yuffie's friends into rubber drones for her to fuck.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Summon Aerith, then turn Yuffie into a rubber drone.|FF7X]]

You really could use someone to help you navigate the station... but more than that, it really seems like Ami is desperate to help you, and you don't want to make her feel like you don't think she's up to it. Smiling, you reach out to rest a hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Ami. It'd really help if you could come along and be my guide."\n\n"Oh!" She almost immediately perks up a bit, her red eyes sparkling a little. "W-well, of course, I'd be glad to! I, I hope I won't be too much of a drag, or...!"\n\n"Nah, it'll be fine," you assure her, patting her shoulder a bit.\n\n"Well, if yer goin' with, prolly oughtta take this," Koro advises, hauling his massive form to his feet and making his way over to one of the walls. He thumps a fist against it, and the wall panel slides aside, revealing... well, what looks like a cross between a closet and an armory. His shaggy head turns back and forth as he apparently looks for something, then finally plucks up a holstered pistol barely bigger than your hand, the strap dangling between two of his fingers. "There y'go, l'il'un," he says with a grin, holding it out to Ami.\n\n"O-oh, I couldn't!" she protests, holding up her hands. "I couldn't possibly harm anyone!"\n\n"Ehhhh, this thing, yer more gonna cause 'em some discomfort and maybe make 'em think twice about messin' with ya more than doin' any harm," Koro rumbles, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Look even if y'don't use it, better t'take it anyway, maybe havin' it showin' there on yer leg means y'won't hafta use it."\n\nAmi glances nervously at you, but when you nod she reaches up to accept the weapon with both hands. "Thank you, Koro," she says quietly, ducking her head as she straps the holster around her right thigh.\n\n"Happy huntin'!" Koro booms happily, waving as the two of you head out.\n\nAfter a brief stop in your room to don the suit (space suit? super suit? you wish this thing had a name), which you do while Ami waits outside, the two of you head to the docking level and board Sierra, telling her your destination.\n\n"Oh hey, that's an easy one, Mulsap Twelve is built in an area of space with a heavy dark matter concentration, it draws wormholes there like crazy, there's <i>always</i> a nearly direct flight! Yup, one direct flight to Mulsap Twelve, 300K away, flight time today, twenty minutes! Please enjoy this selection from my music archives as we wait!"\n\nYou blink as something that distinctly sounds like 'Careless Whisper' starts playing. Before you can decide how you feel about that, you hear Ami giggle. "You're so funny, Sierra!"\n\n"My comedy subroutines <i>are</i> top notch," the ship's voice responds in a preening tone. The stars outside suddenly stretch into whirling purple light surrounding the ship, flickering by as you watch. You settle in, listening as Sierra plays a few more songs, Ami occasionally giggling as she apparently gets some joke about them that you don't. Maybe it's an AI thing. Eventually the flickering colors snap back into a starfield, with a large, mostly dark ring-shaped object blotting out part of them, occasional lights cast around the long, thin, spidery spires running up and down from it, occasional lights attached to the hull showing a dark grey color. "Alright, Boss, Mulsap Twelve. I should probably file for a docking permit-"\n\n"Um!" Ami blurts, and squirms when you glance over at her expectantly, and Sierra cuts herself off. "That... might not be a good idea."\n\n"Why not, Ami?" you prompt, when she doesn't seem ready to immediately speak up. \n\n"W-well... basically... on Mulsap Twelve, information from the command hub is pretty much immediately sold to information brokers. S-so... if you do a standard permit request..."\n\n"Then the information brokers will all know Cypher Ceed just docked, and they'll warn anyone that might be looking for that sort of information, including the Quatra Twins," you realize, nodding. "Good save, Ami. Then how do we-"\n\n"I'll do a 'stealth register'," Sierra speaks up. "I'll put us in the docking registry as if we already booked a specific port ahead of time so that no one will really think anything of it. I can attach a phony name and ship registry to it, but that'll only last until someone actually looks out the viewport of their ship or one of the docking spires and sees me there. I'll alter my shape and color a bit so I'll be less obvious, but I'd bet you'll only have maybe... thirty-six hours before someone realizes it's me. And once they know <i>I'm</i> here..."\n\n"They'll know Cypher Ceed is here. Hopefully it won't take long to track these two down. They may be trained to fight, but they're royalty, how resourceful could they be?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher5x3]]

"Well, I happen to have stun blasters that don't leave any marks," you note with a grin. "And I like how high the numbers under that picture are." You do find it a little hypocritical to go chasing after runaway teenagers (late teens you'd guess from the look) with the intent of returning them to their parents... but then, you kind of doubt anyone was willing to slap that many zeroes after a number for you. "I guess I could head to Mulsap Twelve and look for them."\n\n"Yeah, it's a helluva payday fer sure," Koro agrees with a bob of his shaggy head. "Would love ta get in on it m'self, but 'fraid you're on your own on this one."\n\n"Huh? How come?" you ask, glancing over at him. \n\n"Ehhhhh, I've been there before," he answers, rubbing the back of his head a bit, then shrugging. "Scummy but the administrator's pretty strict, says I can't come back 'til I've paid off the last time and then put down a security deposit."\n\nAh. Yeah, Doc Trace did mention something about Koro being rough on the surroundings when he got a head of steam behind him. You're musing on whether you're really ready to fly completely solo when Ami suddenly speaks up. "Um. I could go with you."\n\n"Hm?" You blink, turning towards her. "You want to go on the mission, Ami?"\n\n"W-well, I was... I was originally... sold... on Mulsap Twelve," she murmurs, glancing down and shifting her slightly hunched shoulders some. "My first owner lived there for awhile. I don't know it, like... super well... but I could at least help you find your way around. And... I don't want you to feel like you have to go alone," she adds in a whisper so quiet you can barely hear it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take her with you.|Cypher5x2]]\n\n[[Leave her here.|Cypher11x1]]

You think you have a pretty good idea of what a "Thrust Shaft" is... and think that you could do something interesting with that. Selecting Yuffie and tapping the option, you immediately order the drone, "Stop and stand up."\n\nYuffie unfreezes and walks in, raising her head just in time to see the drone rising to her feet, the petite girl's eyes widening at the strange sight of a naked rubber woman with cum dribbling out of its mouth-hole and onto its big rubber tits. Then she gasps, her whole body twitching and hips jerking as something happens at her crotch. Her already unbuttoned khaki shorts bulge at the crotch, the zipper quickly coming undone and spilling free the stiff, growing cock now jutting forward, her new heavy balls spilling over the fly. She jerks and twitches as the shaft keeps growing and thickening, already dripping with pre as it almost visibly throbs, her face flushed and lips parted with hard, panted breaths as she instinctively grips it with both hands and gives it a few strokes to try and relieve the pressure, crying out at the obviously intense new sensations running through her as you do.\n\n"Bend over the table and rest your hands on it," you murmur to the drone before getting up and casually walk over, closing and locking the door behind Yuffie before turning to her. "Whatsamatter, Yuff? Problem?" you ask sweetly.\n\n"I... I... w-what's happening to me, what is that thing, why is...?!" Yuffie stammers, her whole body shaking, small whimpers escaping her throat as she tries to stop jerking her new prick and can't quite make herself.\n\n"Oh, that? That's Tifa," you answer genially, smirking at Yuffie as she whips her head to look at you, jaw dropping. "Yeah, I turned her into a sex toy. She makes a good one, huh?"\n\n"Y-you... you can't... you gotta change her ba-" The words die as Yuffie's throat tightens at the sight of the Tifa drone bending over the table, its big, round rubber ass jutting towards the stiff-dicked girl, its pussy-hole and ass-hole on full display. Yuffie can't seem to tear her eyes away, her tongue even lolling out a bit as her hands move, milking more oozing drops of pre out of her prick.\n\n"How about instead, you go over there and give her a good fucking?" you murmur in Yuffie's ear. You use a quick flick of the debug window to undress the petite ninja, but you don't think she even notices, her eyes fixed guiltily and lustfully on her transformed friend's big, round rubber butt. "Use whatever hole you want. I bet the ass one feels really nice."\n\nYuffie takes a step forward, you think before she's even realized she has. She hesitates for a second, trembling, obviously fighting the lust coursing through her body with every throb of her own prick. But then with a moan she breaks down, racing over towards the barmaid-turned-fuckdoll and grabbing its hips, hauling them down until she can slam her throbbing prick into the drone's bump-textured third hole. The ninja's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue lolls out, an expression of complete and wanton pleasure on her face as she pounds away at her transformed friend's ass-hole, heavy hairless balls slapping against its black rubber cuntlips.\n\nYou shed the rest of your own clothes as you watch Yuffie fuck away at the Tifa drone with steadily decreasing hints of shame, drool running down the teen's chin as she slams her prick into the bumpy ass-tunnel of the rubber drone. You give yourself a few strokes as you ponder what would be the most fun... participating or watching.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck Yuffie's ass.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Urge Yuffie on.|FF7X14x2]]

While you like the idea of being strong, in good with Tifa, and a guy again, you've played this game before and as far as you recall, having early access to powerful materia could be a game-breaker. (You may have downloaded one or two hacked save files.) It's no debug menu access, but it could definitely make the game go a lot smoother. Shrugging, you press your hand against the image of 'Erica'.\n\nYou jerk a little as the ground below you abruptly moves, and keeps moving... in fact, it's rattling and jerking like the motion of a train. Because, you realize as you look around you, you're suddenly on a train, with the flashing lights of a nighttime city rushing by outside. You look down at yourself... yup, that's the body you saw on the image, but now it's yours, huge boobs and all. You're getting a feel for just how big they are when someone clears their throat. You look up to find Cloud, Barret, and... one of those NPC dudes, staring at you. Blushing a little, you drop your hands and say a little lamely, "Sorry, I... thought I'd dropped one of my materia."\n\nAll three just look at you for a moment more, before Barret gives a grunt and turns his attention back to the window, the others doing the same. Whew. Then the big man grunts again and announces, "Alright, fools! We're about there! Get ready!"\n\nYou can feel the train put on its brakes, and pull your staff off of your back. Okay, right, the game starts with like... an ambush at a train station, outside of a reactor. And you're here to blow up said reactor. Hoooo... well, you did pick this game! You move to one of the doors, waiting as you watch the station sliding into place outside, with several red-clad guards. When the doors slide open, you immediately leap out, smacking the nearest one over the head with the metal staff. He goes down like a ton of bricks. Hm, didn't the thing say that your physical stats weren't that good? ... Oh right, this is a scripted event! The actual fight doesn't come until-\n\nYou turn to find that most of the others, including Cloud, have hurried on past the platform... and that another set of armed guards are rushing right past them to head for you. Great programming, guys. You hurry to meet them, and find yourself instinctively settling into a battle pose with the staff, while the guards come to a halt about eight feet away and... one of them turns into a guard dog. Ooookay. All three of you just kinda jive in place for a second before a little window pops open in front of you, showing 'Ex-MAGE' in the name slot, as well as numbers and bars for your HP and MP. The HP's pretty abysmal as you might expect of a first level character... but your MP's already 99, which as you recall is pretty damn high for an early level char. There are also several lines, the first reading 'Attack', the second reading 'Bolt 1 | Bolt 2', the third 'Cure 1 | Cure 2', the fourth reading 'Summon Monster', the fifth 'Charm', and the sixth 'Escape'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Attack!|FF7F]]\n\n[["Bolt one!"|FF7F1x1]]\n\n[["Summon Monster?!"|FF7F3x1]]\n\n[["Charm?"|FF7F]]\n\n[[Escape.|FF7F]]\n\n[["how do i shot lightning"|FF7F2x1]]

"That's where we're going, Ami," you answer, patting her back a little and giving her a smile. "She said the station owns her, right? So I was about to ask you how we get to whoever runs this place."\n\n"Oh! Oh!" Despite the setting, she flings herself forward and wraps her arms around your neck in a hug. "Oh thank you thank you thank you!" she gushes, before drawing back with a quick sniffle. She nods, and ums. "Okay, we'll have to... take this to the Admin Ring and then I guess try to actually get to the manager's office to see him."\n\nAmi clings to your arm fairly tightly all through the trip, the tram mostly emptying out until there's only a small handful of beings in it by the time the voice drones out 'Administration Ring'. All of you file out into something like a miniature airport customs area, the train's occupants shuffling off towards different desks with signs over them. Seeing one that reads 'Administrative Appointments' and doesn't have a line, you make your way over to it, the rather skeletal robot behind it looking up, limbs whirring as it shifts them.\n\n"Good afternoon, do you have an appoint-" The robot stops with its solid jaw down, actually hanging in place for a second before it resumes. "The station manager has asked to see you, please head up the stairs behind me and head to the office at the back of the hall."\n\nYou blink. Well, that's... exactly what you want, which makes you reconsider whether you want it. You trade a glance with Ami, who seems nervous but gives you a nod of encouragement. The two of you turn and head up the curving staircase on the left of the area, up to the second level, and pass by several offices on your way to the doors marked 'Private' at the end, which grind open to admit you. The first thing you see is a haze of smoke, with a large cloud of it moving across the desk towards the back of the room. It gradually clears... well, as clear as the smoky room seems to get... to reveal what looks like nothing so much as a large, obese humanoid rhino smoking a cigar and wearing a white button-up shirt and black suit jacket, as well as smoking a cigar.\n\n"Come in, come in," he booms, gesturing to the chairs across the desk from him. You make your way down the short, shallow flight of steps in front of the doorway towards one of the seats, Ami seeming reluctant to draw away from you enough to sit down herself, but eventually doing so. As you hear the doors groan behind you again, the rhino-man continues. "So what brings Cypher Ceed to my station, and then further to my office, huh? Funny, don't recall seeing your name on any of the docking lists."\n\n"I heard information like that tends to get around in this place," you answer, trying your best for a neutral tone.\n\n"... Heh. Might be." He snorts, his nostrils flaring, then says, "My name's Orkin, I run this place, and I <i>do</i> like information. Because information is credits, and the thing I like <b>best</b> is credits. So consider this the fine for your little dock hack, however you did it... what <i>are</i> you doing here, boy?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're here for Three.|Cypher5x7]]\n\n[[You're here for all the slaves.|Cypher]]

"Am-, er, do you think she-." You shake off that rather rude start, then look at 'Three' and smile. "Hi."\n\n"Oh, um, hi." The not-Ami Ami blinks and raises her broom-hand, waggling it a bit in a wave. She looks over at the more-dressed version. "Is this your owner?"\n\n"He's also my friend," 'your' Ami says quietly. "He's a good person, Three, he doesn't treat me like property, even if he does own me."\n\n"... Oh." Three blinks a little, her face blank as if she can't really process that thought.\n\n"Three, we're here looking for some people. Thieves, and..." You hesitate, but at your friend's urging look, you continue, "They're members of the Quatra royal family. Here." You bring out the datascroll Ami showed you how to use earlier, sliding out the clear screen from the silver cylinder to bring up the preloaded image of the twins. "Have you seen these two? Or heard anyone talk about them?"\n\n"Um... no, I don't think so," Three answers after several seconds looking at the picture, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. Oh..." She frowns. "... there was something..."\n\nYou blink, nodding eagerly. "Go on." \n\n"I don't know if it's any relation to what you're talking about," she answers, actually seeming a little more forward about it than 'your' Ami. Maybe spending so long on cleaning detail in that skimpy outfit has made her grow a thicker skin. "But I have heard people talking about a new dancer at a pleasure club called 'Nexus'. The name she dances under is 'Princess' and people do seem to think she's too graceful and pretty to be just any dancing girl from the backwater." Then she shakes her head. "It's probably just a stage name, though, I'm sorry I can't be any more help."\n\n"No, that's definitely something to go on. Thanks, Three," you answer with another nod.\n\n"Three," your friend says quietly, biting her lower lip. She squeezes her twin's arm gently, then draws away. "I'll... I'll try to come back and see you before we leave, okay?"\n\n"Okay, Two. It's nice to see you," the scantily-clad girl says in a tired tone, before turning back to her sweeping, eyes dropping.\n\nAs you and Ami walk away, she seems withdrawn onto herself even more. Until you're almost to the tram, when she grabs your arm. "Oh, Cypher, please," she whispers, looking up at you with tears in her pretty red eyes. "Please can't we do something for Three?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Of course.|Cypher5x6]]

"Since you know it best, let's check out Commerce Central," you suggest. "Besides, no matter what else they do here, chances are they'd need to shop for something sometime, right?"\n\n"Right." Ami smiles a bit, then glances around before pointing a bit. "That way, we need to take that tram."\n\nYou make your way with her to step into something that feels a bit like a subway car, complete with unidentifiable stains and uncertain but discomfiting smells. It rattles along its track(?) until announcing 'Commerce Central' in several languages as it screeches to a stop and the doors slide open. You step out into a high, vaulted area that looks three stories high or so, not unlike a dingy, gunmetal grey mall, with the bottom level (which you're on) dotted with stalls and their furiously hawking employees roughly in the middle of the wide walkway. You duck and weave your way through the crowds, continuing to make sure you keep your hand on Ami's back, looking back and forth as you look for a good place to start investigating, however that works. \n\nYou almost jump when Ami gives a bit of a cry and actually pulls away from your hand, darting through the crowd towards the space between two stores. "Three!" she calls, waving her hand.\n\nYou hurry after her, having a bit of a shock when you spot a girl identical to Ami, albeit wearing nothing but a pair of high-rise black panties, a black band around her breasts, and black slippers, brushing what looks like a broom with steel bristles across the floor. Her head jerks up, red eyes widening. "Two?"\n\n"Three!" Ami calls again, throwing her arms around the identical girl and hugging her tightly. "You're still here!"\n\nYou arrive next to them, doing your best to block several curious stares with your back as the scantily-clad version of your friend somewhat awkwardly hugs her back, trying not to hit her in the head with the broom handle. "Vazha went broke. He defaulted on his rent and left in the middle of the night three months overdue. The entire stock of Amis and Abes he had became station property after that."\n\n"Oh Three," Ami murmurs, sounding on the verge of tears as she squeezes into the hug tighter. Sniffling, she steps back, still keeping hold of her twin's free hand as she looks at you. "Um, this is the third AMI from my production batch. I was the second. We were both in a store here together. I... I never thought I'd see her again."\n\n<hr>\n[[Let them have their reunion, then move on.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Maybe, ah, Three can help?|Cypher5x5]]

"Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought you'd s-"\n\n"No, Jor, I mean... leave this lifestyle," you say gently. "Give up being an adventurer. As long as you're stuck in this cycle of... having to do what you do, being defined by the skills you picked up in that childhood you hated, you're not going to be happy. Because eventually you're always going to need to pick locks or pick pockets or stab someone in the kidney and every time it's just going to remind you that doing all that is what keeps you here. I just think you'd be happier having a life that's not... this."\n\n"... What sort of life?" he asks, half dismissively and half wistfully. "What am I good for if not that?"\n\n"There's a lot of things in the world. Be a... be an innkeeper, be a salesman, hell, go somewhere and be a farmer." At his snort, you add with gentle pressure, "Jura's still out there somewhere, isn't she?"\n\n"... Yeah," he says, his voice soft. "I got someone to take her in, and a lot of what I make goes towards sending it to 'em to keep putting her up."\n\n"Wouldn't it be better to make a <i>home</i>?" you urge. "Somewhere she can be happy and safe, but also with you? Maybe where you can even find someone to be with, make a family?"\n\n"That stuff's not for guys like me," he murmurs, head shaking in the dark.\n\n"You don't have to be that guy anymore. You can go and be someone new."\n\nHe's quiet for a long while. Eventually he speaks up again. "What about the others?"\n\n"I'll make them understand you had your own reasons for leaving. We'll be okay. I promise." You hesitate a little, then add, "I'll take care of them for you. I promise that too."\n\nSilence stretches out in the dark room again. Finally, you see the faint outline of Jor rise from his chair and cross to the door. The brighter light of the hallway spills in, silhouetting him, leaving just the faintest impression of his features there. "... Goodbye," he rasps quietly, before stepping outside and walking away.\n\nYou take a deep breath and let it out, hoping you made the right decision. You stand and move to the lamp, turning it up brighter, finding that several bags are still there, but that there's also something on the table near the candle... a leather roll. Curious, you walk over and carefully undo the tie keeping it closed, then roll it out on the table, revealing a number of metal implements. Some of them vaguely resemble dental tools from your world, others thin bars with 'teeth' at one end, with a few others less obvious and even more mystical.\n\nChuckling softly, you start rolling up the thieves' tools again. "Guess I'd better start practicing."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGMonk11endA1xEnd]]

"Let's go take a look out in the woods," you say, picking up one of the camp lanterns and turning off your flashlight in favor of it. "Maybe just a short one, though."\n\n"You don't think there are actually wolves out there, do you?" Leslie asks after you've walked out the back door and start making your way across the rather overgrown lawn towards the dark of the woods, the trunks and their mostly-bare branches looking completely black even under a full moon, tangled limbs winding together like a thatched roof made of scraggly black bones. "I mean, not werewolves, of course, that's dumb," she hastens to amend, forcing a somewhat shaky smile as she edges in closer to your side. "Just, y'know. ... Actual wolves. Which will still sort of actually kill you."\n\n"I looked it up once, the last reported wolf sighting in this area was in 1927," you reply dryly, glancing aside at your friend. "It was a mostly-starved thing that a farmer shot for coming up to drink out of his horse trough during a drought. Look, we won't stay long, okay? We'll just try to spot where they might have filmed the scene and then go back, and tell the boys we heard wolves howling," you add with a smirk.\n\n"Heh, yeah, good idea."\n\nShe still sticks rather close to your side as the two of you enter the woods, walking among the dark, almost slimy-looking trunks. At one point there's a rustle from above, and Leslie gives a shriek and hops over towards you, clinging to your arm and trembling... then sagging at an owl's hoot and the pump of wings amidst another rustle.\n\n"Jesus! I almost peed myself!" she whines, then looks at you with a pouty expression. "Cyaaaan, let's go back!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Urge her onward.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Turn and go back.|GGHH11x2]]\n\n[[Kiss her.|GGHH12x1]]

"Oh that TOTALLY works for me!" you declare, grinning wickedly as you grab Viorika by the thighs, hefting her up and turning to brace her back against your steed's ribs.\n\n"Yaaaaay!" she squeals, moaning eagerly as she shifts her hips and wraps her legs around your middle, helping you slide inside her. You lean forward to let your tits press to hers as you start fucking her, watching her cute face as she drapes her arms around your shoulders and starts moaning. "Mmmn, big sister's cock is soooo good!"\n\n'Being a demon is really the best,' you think smugly as you pump away at your new little sister's tight, eager blue pussy.\n\nOnce the two of you have fucked quite a bit and exchanged plenty of energy, insuring that she's roughly up to your own level, you both climb atop your steed and set out again. Viorika cuddles up against your back, arms around your middle, and explains what she was doing out here in the first place. "I discovered an old tome that had instructions on how to find an ancient armory left over from one of the first Demon Lord Wars."\n\n"Hmmmm..." That's not stirring anything in your memory... must not have wound up getting included in the ancestral knowledge that came with becoming a demon. "So, antiques?"\n\n"No no, those wars were from the days when the Lower Planes were at their peak. Practically any demon could become a full Lord almost at a whim because the sources of energy were so numerous and easy to find. That's why the wars started. But it also means that any weapons that are left in there are probably charged with so much energy that anyone who could actually get their hands on them could become the first Grand Satan in living memory."\n\n"Huh. Okay, I get it," you acknowledge, nodding thoughtfully. "That's a mighty score. So how'd you wind up sprawled in the wastes dying instead of ruling the Lower Planes?"\n\n"There's a Draegon that's taken up residence in the ruins where the armory is located. I was lucky to escape as it was, even though it was definitely only barely taking notice with me. And probably playing with me even then."\n\nAh, that'd do it. Powerful demon-dragons, Draegons are something closer to a deity than any beast or lord that might otherwise prowl the wastes. Depending on just how old and powerful of a Draegon it was, there's every possibility that if it had actually become annoyed or angered at Viorika, it could have just <i>thought</i> her out of existence if she didn't have the proper shielding. "Well, it still sounds like something we should try to get our hands on. What should we do?"\n\n"I've been thinking about that," Viorika admits. "And I have a plan. There's a series of tunnels beneath the ruins that I think we could use to avoid the Draegon and approach the armory's supposed location. But there's plenty of monsters and hazards down there too. I think we'd still need weapons, good ones, but I believe I know where we can get some too! I came across Hrungar in my original journies out here."\n\n"Hrungar, the mastersmith?"\n\n"Yes, he's exiled himself because his work wasn't being appreciated. We might not be able to get any of his best work, but there's a chance we could get something at least, the two of us hit it off fairly well."\n\nHm. What you know of Hrungar says he's touchy and difficult to convince, but you don't exactly have any first, or even second-hand experience to contradict Viorika's account. And your innate arrogance says that you could handle this even as naked as you are...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go see Hrungar.|GGHell3x3]]\n\n[[Head towards the ancient armory.|GGHell]]

You're too confused and mixed up right now to do anything. You clamber down from the tree and head to the mall, in sudden desperate need of a smoothie.\n\nA bit later, as you sit sipping your smoothie, you start to calm down and convince yourself to just butt out. Is it really your business, in the end? I mean, it's your family, sure, but it's sort of your Mom's private life... kind of between her and Dad, isn't it? Something feels vaguely wrong with this logic, but then nothing about the situation seems exactly right, does it? Still, right or wrong, by the time you've finished your smoothie, you've resolved to keep what you saw to yourself. You wait until it's well into evening to return, to find both your parents home and life going on as if part of your worldview hadn't been shattered.\n\nThe overwhelming normalcy actually kind of soothes you after awhile, though. Nothing seems all that different as days and then weeks go by, and sometimes you almost question whether you really saw what you saw. Well, you know you did, but if things can seem this normal with that having happened, maybe it's not even that big a deal after all. You eventually resolve to stop thinking about it entirely.\n\nThat is, of course, until it shows up and introduces itself to you again. You're sitting at the mall one day, sipping on another smoothie and sadly pondering the impending death of your summer vacation, when someone walks up and settles into the seat across from you. You stare for a moment, wondering what the hell some adult woman is doing infringing on your personal space, before your eyes widen as you recognize the brown hair in a ponytail and the smart suit. You can't see the fancy hairclasp from this angle, but the knowing grin she gives you makes seeing it a bit unnecessary.\n\n"Hey there. Cyan, right? You're Jocasta's daughter."\n\n"Um," you respond wittily.\n\n"No, it's alright. I know this is sudden. I was just passing by and I saw you over here. I thought I'd come and say hello," she says, giving a little flick of a hand and showing off perfectly-manicured nails painted a deep, dark red. Her grin grows more knowing as she leans forward some, dark eyes meeting yours. "And, of course, to thank you for not saying anything. I know that must have been difficult for you."\n\nYou stare at her for a moment more, then cast your eyes to one side, sullenly taking a few more sips from your straw before answering. "How'd you know I saw you?"\n\n"You're not quite as hidden from below in that tree as you think you are. But I also pride myself on being perceptive, so there's that... your mother didn't say anything, so I doubt she noticed you. My name is Amethyst, by the way, nice to meet you." She winks, still smiling. "It's okay if you don't want to say the same. Yet. Though I'd like to think you and I could get along well."\n\nThat's enough to have you set down your cup and stare at her in open disbelief. "<i>Really</i>?"\n\n"Listen, I'm not going to try and convince you that my having 'extramarital relations' with your mother is some sort of noble thing," Amethyst explains, putting a hand to her chest. "I'm not interested in that sort of viewpoint, anyway. What we do isn't just about sex... not that it's about romance, either."\n\nYou stare at her, cogs ticking around in your head, before your cheeks color. "What, seriously?! You're a dom-" Wincing as you realize your voice has risen, you duck your head and glance around, seeing if anyone noticed.\n\nOne elegantly-plucked eyebrow quirks. "My my, you think fast. How in the world did you realize that so qui-" She glances to one side, seeing a display of movies that are currently out, and makes a bit of a face. "Oh. Yes. Well, let's... not get into that. I suppose there are certain parallels, but God forbid my life ever turn into such a painfully unimaginative screed."\n\n"But that's why you and my Mom are...?"\n\n"I wouldn't go so far as to say it's the <i>only</i> reason. Scarlet has told me often enough that she loves your father, and I believe her, but there are simply certain kinds of satisfaction he can't give her. And she wanted them, and made the choice to have them, and some time later here we are sitting in the food court having this little discussion." Amethyst quirks both brows this time, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin atop them as she props her elbows on the tabletop. "It's both quite a simple choice and a vastly complex one, as most emotional and physical needs are. Though I suppose one way to understand it a little bit would be to experience what she decided she needed for yourself."\n\nYou stare at her again, this time feeling a little shiver that you're not entirely sure of the origin of run up and then back down your spine. "You're... you're seriously suggesting that you... and I...?"\n\n"Why not?" Amethyst's smile is particularly sultry now, dark eyes dancing as she watches you with an unerring and steady gaze. "You've been confused and conflicted, haven't you? Many people find that after such a session they're remarkably more clear-headed. In this case, it would certainly help lend context to the issue you've been trying to understand. I'm not promising you'll like the context once you find it, but I am offering to give it to you."\n\nSo basically, your mother's lesbian lover is offering to take you back to her place and dominate you. Sexually. That is, if you want her to. ... Well.\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|GGParentPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hell. Why not?|GGParent1x5]]

"Hm, alright." You slip off of your steed's back, making your way to squat down in front of her. Soon you're sporting a fairly weighty blue shaft and balls, the shadow of it falling across her face as she looks up longingly. "Take what you need, then."\n\nMoaning softly in gratitude, the demoness raises her head a bit feebly and wraps her lips around your cockhead. But the moment you start the flow of energy to her, like a steady stream of pre, much of her exhaustion seems to disappear. She begins bobbing her head frantically up and down your cock, gulping it and the energy down like, well, like a woman dying of thirst finally finding a river. The noises of your cock plunging down her throat are practically overlapping with each other with just how eagerly she's fucking her face onto your prick.\n\nThough it certainly feels great on a purely physical level, you're actually far more interested by the changes that start to come over her body. It starts in her lips and throat, the pale purple color shifting to a pale blue and spreading out from there. You also watch as her hair turns short, black, and wild, as her horns shift in shape and position, becoming more like your own. Even her body begins to change, going from the relatively voluptuous (if obviously somewhat diminished) figure she had to one more resembling yours, her breasts becoming similarly-shaped if rather smaller, the same for her hips and rear. Her tail even changes to be virtually identical to yours, albeit with a somewhat more heart-shaped tip. Looking a bit surprised, she opens her now (identical to your own) yellow eyes and looks up at you, the sight enough to make you grunt and grab her head, shoving her down on you as you start spilling your load down her throat.\n\nBy the time you've finished feeding her a load of your cum, she no longer looks in any danger of dissipating, and her transformation seems to be complete. While her face looks the same as it did before, it's taken on a more youthful aspect, and her somewhat diminished proportions put her closer to your original human host's, making her look a bit your junior. As you release her head, she slides it up and off with a soft 'pop' from her lips, the two of you getting to your feet. Though you think she was probably taller than you before, she's now at least several inches shorter. "Well that was an experience!" she announces in a chipper tone, putting her hands on her hips, tail flicking.\n\n"Mhm. I'm new-made and have a lot of energy to work with... it must have caused my pattern to imprint on yours, especially since yours was so weak at the time," you muse aloud, rubbing your chin as you look her up and down.\n\n"Seems like! I think you kinda, eheh, imprinted on me," she adds sheepishly, tapping her index fingers together and smiling a little shyly at you. "My name's Viorika. Um, even though I was the older demon, it seems like you're the more powerful and since you already imprinted your pattern on me and stuff, maybe I could be like..." She puts her fingertips together and sways back and forth a bit. "... your little sister?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Very yes! Little sister get!|GGHell3x2]]\n\n[[Hahahahano fuck off with that weeb shit.|GGHell]]

"... Yeah. Yeah, okay," you say after a few moments of mulling it over. You're not entirely sure why you're agreeing, other than the fact that what she's said somehow makes sense on some level. Or at least, has made you curious. "I guess I can... try it."\n\n"Good." Amethyst's eyes sparkle as she stands up, beckoning you to join her as she starts walking away, her stride smooth and perfectly practiced to create the perfect subtle roll of her hips and clack of her heels on the floor. "Follow me then."\n\n'What am I doing,' you think as you stand as well, tossing your cup into the trash in passing as you follow after her. She leads the way out into the parking lot, and over to a very sleek luxury car that beeps as you stop next to it. "... So you do this for money or something?" you ask as you finally move to the passenger side door, sliding into the embarrassingly comfortable black leather seat (that's not at all hot despite the summer heat, presumably due to a mix between the heavily tinted windows and some expensive feature.\n\n"If you're asking me if your mother pays me, the answer is no," Amethyst answers as she pulls out of the parking spot and heads out to the roads, the ride smoother than almost anything you've ever felt. "I don't charge the women I dominate and have sex with. I do, however, charge the men that I dominate and don't have sex with. Some of them are even aware that I have no interest in their cocks, that they even disgust me... those men pay me much, much more," she practically purrs, eyes glittering wickedly before she does a quick glance at you. "What about you, Cyan? Do you like girls?"\n\n"I... I never really thought-" you start, only to cut yourself off in shock as one of her hands leaves the wheel and moves over, calmly and deftly undoing the button of your black jeans. "I, um... I..." You gasp as her hand slips down the front of your pants and under your panties, fingers moving deftly over your slit even in the tight space. You bite your lower lip and let your eyes close, muffling a bit of a whimper. Your breath starts coming faster, your heart beating as you squirm in place, feeling her fingers playing over your pussy. "I never... thought I might like girls," you manage, your voice shaking.\n\n"And yet here you are, your pussy getting wet because a woman is stroking it," she coos, then gives a light laugh as she worms a gasp that's almost a cry out of you by rubbing your clit, your hips jerking off the seat and towards her hand. "My my, you must be terrible at being a straight girl, Cyan." \n\nYour already hot blush deepens at that, your fingers gripping the edge of the seat as her fingertips continue gently working over your folds, before carefully sliding one a bit inside you, working in and out slowly. You press your head back against the seat, breaths coming in quick pants between your parted lips as she continues to play with you. She works you right up to the edge several times, making you tremble in the car seat as other cars slip by outside and the town moves around you. Around the time she starts pulling into the parking structure of a large, glamorous high-rise she finally focuses on rubbing your clit and makes you cum, leaving you shaking against the leather seat as your body trembles in sensation.\n\nBy the time you calm down the car is parked, and Amethyst is sitting in her own seat, hand back out of your pants and resting on the center console. You blush again, clearing your throat to try and compose yourself. "So, uh... that... that all there is to it?"\n\n"You'd be surprised how much of 'it' there was to that, darling," she explains with a little laugh again, her eyes twinkling. "Think about it. I not only had control of the car, this powerful, even deadly machine, and thus control over your safety and where we were going. I mixed it with controlling your pleasure... deciding exactly when you were allowed to feel it, when you were allowed to cum. Add in the danger of someone possibly seeing through the tint as we drove by... imagine, if you will, if I'd decided to drive past a bunch of your friends, have you squirming and writhing in the seat while I fingered your pussy, with everyone you know outside, just a sheet of dark glass between you and humiliation, the utter destruction of your reputation. And there's me... creating all that danger, controlling it, deciding how much of it there is and just how close to the edge of it we come, deciding at any moment that I might simply send us both toppling over. Or maybe just you."\n\nYou swallow hard, feeling a strange mixture of terror and arousal that makes you squirm in place. "O-okay. So, uh... so that's-"\n\n"Strip."\n\nYou just stare at her for a moment. "What?"\n\n"We're going to go up to my apartment now. But you're going up naked. Before you get out of the car, strip. Leave your clothes here," she says, all the laughter gone out of her face, every line of it composed and solemn. "You can leave your shoes on until we get there. You should be able to get those jeans over them."\n\n"I... but..." You glance towards the dim, deserted-looking parking lot, but can't help but picture a huge crowd suddenly stepping out from behind the cars the moment you step out of this one nude. "Someone might see us, and-"\n\n"Yes, I'd be in an awful lot of trouble, wouldn't I? Gallivanting around with a naked teenager in broad daylight, I daresay I'd be locked up before nightfall." Some of the glitter comes back into Amethyst's eyes, lips curling up at the edges just slightly. "And you'd become 'that girl caught naked with a lesbian dominatrix', for I'm sure it would get out. You know how things tend to. I daresay your social life would be ruined. Quite dangerous. But you see, that's what I do, Cyan. I don't just dominate, I drag people out of their nice, safe lives for a little while and I make them play with danger in one way or another."\n\n"... What if I don't want to play with danger?"\n\n"Then button your pants up instead of taking them off," Amethyst answers, quirking her eyebrows. "I'll take you home. You'll have had a little taste of what your mother experiences, maybe a little insight into why she needs it so badly. Do with that knowledge what you will. I'm not here to threaten you or make you do anything. There's no blackmail, no pressure... just an invitation for more." She gives a slight nod towards your lower body. "So. On, or off?"\n\nYou bring your hands to the button of your jeans, hesitating briefly...\n\n<hr>\n[[On.|GGParent]]\n\n[[Off.|GGParent1x6]]

Well, you've got the whole day. Just eating one chocolate at a time, maybe a few minutes apart, should take you through to when Allen will arrive, and hopefully he'll have some nice romantic plans by then. So you start off by picking up one of the dome-shaped candies and popping it into your mouth, chewing slowly. It turns out to be a thin chocolate shell, filled with something kind of thick and creamy and sweet. Not bad at all! You pick up the box and carry it over to your crafts desk, starting to get everything laid-out, then snagging one of the spherical, drizzle-topped candies and popping it in your mouth. These are apparently the sort with lots of air pockets inside, making it puffy and light. Not bad! After a bit of working on a wreath-style heart decoration for the front door, you pop the third kind of candy into your mouth. It turns out to be sort of marshmallow-y... puffy and chewy and expanding a little as you chew it from your saliva and the warmth of your mouth. Huh! An odd sort of inclusion in a box of chocolates, but definitely not bad!\n\nYou continue to work for a little, occasionally popping a chocolate in your mouth, half-unconsciously sticking to the same order. It's very gradual, leading you to not really notice it as you go on, but your body begins to change just a tiny bit with each chocolate. Every time you munch one of the cream-filled domes, your breasts swell up a little bit, gradually filling your bra out further. Every time you crunch into one of the caramel-topped air-puffed candies, your blonde hair gets a little thicker and wavier, and you find yourself giggling quietly for no real reason. And every time you eat one of the marshmallows, your body gets just a tiny bit more cushy, the very faintest layer of extra padding applied to your butt, hips, and legs. And your skin shades just the slightest bit darker with each one.\n\nAfter awhile, you get up from your crafts desk and head to the front door, a bit more flounce in your step than usual, your ass jiggling a little in your jeans and breasts wobbling slightly in the confines of your bra. You hang out the heart-wreath, then step back inside, pausing in front of the hallway mirror. Your brow furrows slightly... is something... different? Did your blouse always look quite that tight? Were these jeans always so form-fitting? Was your hair this full this morning? That thought makes you giggle... why protest something like that? You look totally hot! You've obviously just gotten a nice tan lately without noticing it! ... Wait, where did you get a tan? When?\n\nThinking is sort of hard, which is odd in itself. Is something different...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Definitely!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Psh, naw!|HolVal2x2]]

Nah, don't be silly! You feel totally great! You eat another cream-filled in celebration, then give a squeal and an airheaded laugh as your bra finally snaps, your tits spilling free to press directly against your blouse. Oh gosh! It must have, like, shrunk in the wash or something! That was totally surprising! You reach in, hand rubbing against your big brown tits as you fish out the bra and toss it aside idly. It's broken, why bother thinking about it anymore? You decide to head over to the couch to see if there's anything good on TV, carrying your chocolates with you. \n\nSome courtroom dramas and daytime talk shows later, the doorbell rings. You blink, looking over at it. Oh gosh, was someone coming over today? How totally silly of you to forget! You bounce to your feet, not even noticing as several of the buttons on your blouse pop from your enlarged tits jiggling, the big brown orbs halfway spilling out of your shirt and forming a great deal of cleavage. You flounce your way to the door, chest and butt jiggling, and open it up. Standing there is a handsome black-haired man, lightly muscular, wearing glasses and a red flannel shirt over a tight black t-shirt and jeans. "Oh! Like, hi Allen!" you greet with a giggle. "I tooootally forgot you were coming over! Like, sorry, an' junk! Um, c'mon in!" You give another giggle as you step back and gesture for him to enter.\n\n"Hey there, Holly." Allen smirks as he saunters inside, stopping in the entryway to let you close the door behind him. "No comments on how I'm not exactly dressed for Valentine's Day?"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly!" you answer with another giggle, lightly slapping his shoulder, even that movement making your huge brown tits wobble. "You're, like, a man! You can wear whatever you want, silly head!"\n\n"That's right, guess I can." Chuckling, Allen unzips the front of his jeans, fishing out his cock, waggling the mostly-hard thing at you.\n\nOoo! You know what to do with cocks! You settle down onto your knees in front of him, immediately wrapping a hand around the base of it and stroking, sliding your puffy lips over the head of it and slurping with your tongue while looking up at him worshipfully. His cock quickly stiffens fully, getting nice and long and fat between your lips as you bob your head, gulping more of him down while he moans quietly. Gosh, why didn't you spend all your time sucking his cock before? It feels so good to be down on your knees with his prick between your lips! You undo your blouse, letting your fat brown tits spill free completely, the big globes wobbling heavily as you wiggle your way out of the shirt and drop it to the floor before going back to focusing on sucking dick.\n\n"Mmm, fuck, you even smell like chocolate now, you stupid slut," Allen groans as he twines his fingers in your thick blonde hair. You giggle happily around his cock at that. That's such a nice thing of him to say! In gratitude you quickly slide down the rest of his cock, not a hint of gag reflex to stop you from gulping it right down your eager throat, bobbing your head eagerly over his length. "Yeah, that's it, take it all, you dumb bitch," he gasps out as you press your swollen lips to the root of his prick. Soon Allen's fucking your face, leaving you to hold onto his hips while his length pumps between your lips, you sucking and slurping for all you're worth while he uses your face to get off, your pussy practically soaking through your jeans when he pulls out and spurts his cum into your open mouth and across your jutting tongue.\n\nAllen hauls you to your feet, leaning down to start sucking and licking at one of your fat cocoa-colored nipples, making you moan like the wanton slut you are. You gasp loudly in pleasure as he squeezes your tit roughly, encouraging a flow of the sweet, sugary cream filling your brown udders into his mouth. While he continues to suckle at your tits, gulping down the cream filling, he reaches down to unbutton your jeans and haul them down, the waistband indenting your generous, bouncy ass, which springs free once the jeans and your panties are down. He grabs two handfuls of it and kneads, letting his fingers sink into the yielding, pillowy flesh, making you squeal and moan happily. After a few minutes of amusing himself with fondling and playing with your body, he shifts and moves behind you, shoving you forward to bend you over against the wall, barely giving you time to brace your hands before he shoves his cock roughly into your sodden cunt and starts pounding away. You moan and gasp and squeal and generally make a fool of yourself with your vocalizations, your eyes rolling up and your tongue lolling out, a smile indicative of just how little brains are in your head curling your puffy dicksucking lips.\n\n"Look at you, completely lost in this," Allen grunts as he pounds away, hips slapping against your fat ass making it wobble and jiggle, all the moreso as he delivers a deliberate spank with one hand that makes you yip happily. He pulls out of your pussy, taking only a moment to reaim the tip of his cock at your tight little pucker, then slowly pushing in, making you moan like an eager whore as he spreads you open. "Heh, would never let me do this before, now I bet you'd beg for more!"\n\n"Ooo, oo yes bae, fuck my butt with your big dick!" you gasp back, wiggling your hips to make your ass and tits shake, milky sugar cream dripping from your fat, swollen nipples.\n\n"S'what I thought. God, that candy really did turn you into some sort of chocolate superslut," Allen grunts as he starts pounding your asshole even harder than he was fucking your pussy. "Didn't quite believe that candy shop bitch when she said it would, but here you are, fuuuuck. I wonder if I should sell you to her like she offered, or keep you like I planned...?"\n\n<hr>\n[["Sell me!"|HolVal]]\n\n[["Keep me!"|HolVal]]

What could possibly be different? Giggling aloud at how silly you are, you practically skip back to the arts and crafts table to pick up the box of chocolates and then sashay to your computer desk, boobs bouncing in the tight confines of your bra and swelling up just a little bigger as you pop another of the cream-filled chocolates into your mouth. You plop down at the computer desk and munch another air-puffed candy, then spend a second remembering which one is the on switch before getting all started up. You nibble a marshmallow, wiggling your full, denim-clad ass against your computer chair as it swells a tiny bit, then start typing, occasionally eating another chocolate as you do.\n\n'So everyone, it's time for Valentines Day again! That day for lovers, or just for dreamers. Some find themselves sad on this day, which is always sad, because you shouldn't be sad. There are always reasons to not be sad! Like if you're sad just try not to be sad so much because there's lots of things to be happy for on valentines day. Like chocolate! Chocolate is really good. Its super good you guys oh my gosh its so good. I got some chocolates from my boyfriend and they are like really really good Ive been eating them all day. I made this wreath thing for the door and I was eating them while I was doing it and it was like really fun because i was making the valnetines day thing but also i was having choclate and they r just supr gud. its grate wen ur boyfrien givs u stuf 2 show he luvs u i red this story were a guy gave his babymama his blud after an car reck even tho he thot he wud die if he did liek if u crai evrytiem'\n\nYou let out a long, luxurious sigh and lean your head back, running your fingers through your thick, wavy blonde locks, giving your head a shake and arching your back, your bra straining to contain the pale brown tits practically overflowing it. Oh wow, writing is so hard! But you did such a good job! You read over your blog post again and nod thoughtfully. The starting bit is a little smartypants but all that stuff at the end is really great! That story was so good!\n\n... Wait, didn't you used to think that story was the dumbest thing you ever heard? You kind of... sort of... remember thinking that? You put a fingertip to your slightly puffy lips, trying to think. And you didn't used to think that writing was that hard, did you? You're pretty sure you never put so much effort into it before or felt like you'd exhausted yourself doing it. You look down at yourself, noticing the fact that the buttons of your blouse are stretched rather tight, showing some space betweeen them. Didn't it fit when you put them on? Your jeans feel pretty tight too, and you're fairly sure they were at least a little bit roomy when you put them on this morning.\n\nCould the chocolate have...? Maybe you're having some sort of reaction to it, or... or, ummmm... something?\n\n<hr>\n[[Like, yeah!|HolVal]]\n\n[[Nah, totes fine!|HolVal2x3]]

Ah, spring is sprung, and it's time for an overabundance of pastels and garden parties where the weather is just slightly too bad to really have a garden party but it's spring so you have a garden party, until things transition to the period where the weather is just slightly too bad to have a barbecue but it's summer so you have a barbecue.\n\nAhem.\n\nIn any event! Time to get to work on the upcoming event, and that's-\n\n[[Easter.|HollyEasterStart]]\n\n[[One of those damn garden parties.|HollyGPStart]]

"You sound like you have some experience with that," you say slowly. "Is it because of how you look? I mean... I know a lot of people must be afraid of Tieflings because of their appearance, but they're also not <i>that</i> rare, are they?" Assuming you wound up in an edition where they're their own race rather than just popping up occasionally.\n\nAmana laughs, just a trace of bitterness in it. "It's true, we are not such a rare sight that most immediately set to screaming when they see us. But even among Tieflings, our bodies can be... different. Some have feet, some have hooves, some have horns and tail, some have one or neither. There are a number of... variations... and some are less socially accepted than others." She looks at you for long moments, then stands up. "You are unable to hide your own difference from the 'humanoid norm', and will soon have to deal with that when we arrive among humans. I think it only fair that you know of what I speak."\n\n"You don't have to if you don't want to," you assure her, albeit unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice.\n\nShe hesitates, then smiles at you, a little sadly. She undoes a few hidden catches on the front of her robes, then shrugs her shoulders to let them slide off and drop to the ground. She's completely naked underneath, revealing all of that smooth red skin. She has fairly large breasts... nowhere near as big as yours, but at least a D-cup, her nipples an inky black color. She does indeed have hooves, her legs set up a bit differently below the knees to allow her to stand properly on them. But you suppose what she means is between those two things... the fairly sizeable crimson cock dangling limply from her crotch.\n\n"The 'halfs' are rare among Tieflings, but we are known," Amana says, spreading her hands slightly, as if to show how she's no longer hiding anything. "And there are many stereotypes about us. That we are more inclined to evil and wickedness than even most Tieflings. That we are driven to spawn devils on anything female we come across. Or simply that we are indiscriminate in our lovers, with a sex drive so powerful we have little or no control."\n\n"Um. Wow. That sucks. I mean, that people say that about you," you reply, admittedly a bit distracted by the sight of her cock... especially as it slowly starts to rise, growing longer and thicker as it stiffens. Your cheeks color and you glance up, finding that Amana's face is red(der than usual) as well.\n\n"It... may indeed be true that we have a more powerful sexual drive than most," Amana allows, a hand starting to wander towards her stiff prick, before she adjusts its course and forces it against her hip instead. "But I am firmly in control of it, I assure you."\n\n"No, I believe you," you answer, shifting a bit in place. Admittedly, the sight of her naked body... so obviously crafted for sex that it makes you wonder if her ancestor was an incubus or succubus (or maybe both)... is having an affect on yours, and you can feel your nipples stiffening against the metal rings of your chain shirt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Assure her you trust her.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to help with her urges.|GGCentaur]]

You're tired, it's been... an exceptionally long day, all things considered. Besides, whatever else might be bothering Shae or on her mind, it's her own business whether she wants to share it with you.\n\nWhen awhile goes past without her saying anything, you shift around and eventually lay back against your own lower half, settling your hands on your stomach and eventually going to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the sounds of the camp coming alive, Bane yawning and moving to cook breakfast, which definitely gets the day off to a good start. Once the lot of you are on the road, you trot up next to Amana's horse. "So where are we going?"\n\n"A settlement called Kloffeld. They decided to settle in some old ruins of a lost civilization, believing them completely empty. Recent reports of strange goings-on would seem to indicate that they are not. Such things are something of a... preoccupation of mine, so we have accepted an invitation to go and investigate. If we can resolve the issue, they will pay... well, not handsomely, but perhaps 'good looking enough to not be ashamed at waking up next to'," she adds with a soft laugh.\n\nYou laugh as well, the party chit-chatting their way through the day on the road. Once camp is called, you once again help set things up, and help yourself to another delicious dinner made by Bane. Eventually the others retire to their tents, save for Amana, who settles in by the fire. "Oh, you're on watch tonight?"\n\n"Yes. I only rarely do so, as I generally require a fair bit of sleep to make sure my abilities are ready each day. But as the last few days have been peaceful, I offered to take a watch... while there is practicality to consider, I admit that I am annoyed that I'm not able to do more and more often when it comes to standing watch."\n\n"Hey, I don't mind the company," you comment with a grin. "Could be worse, I could only have the horses to talk to."\n\n"Yeeees, I do apologize about that as well," the tiefling says with a sight, her tail flicking back and forth. "Bane meant well, but for as charming as he can be, he still sometimes doesn't think things out before he says them or suggests them."\n\n"Nah, it's no big deal, don't worry about it."\n\n"Thank you for your tolerance." She smiles again, firelight reflecting in her red eyes, making them seem to glow even brighter. "I suppose that is what this group is all about, after all. Tolerance... showing it to each other as the world does not show it to us. But even we must sometimes take time to adjust to those with... different... bodies, I'm afraid."\n\nThe way she says 'different bodies' and that some tension enters her voice catches your attention. There's a story there... the question is, do you want to ask for it?\n\n<hr>\n[[Press.|GGCentaur3x2]]\n\n[[Leave it be.|GGCentaur4x1]]

You pick up the papers and start slowly reading through the code, flipping back and forth here and there. At first it seems like almost gibberish, but gradually it starts making more and more sense to you, the arguments and checks all falling into place. "This... it goes through and it first makes a list of everyone that's had an account at this bank for more than ten years. Then it checks whether they've ever logged in to the bank's website or if they have an email registered. If they haven't or don't, it keeps them on the list, and adds a flag that... I don't get what this means right here."\n\n"It's an internal flag, you wouldn't have any way to know," the pink girl says, though she sounds fairly impressed, a fact which makes your cheeks color a little. "It's a flag the bank uses to say that the account can't be accessed until it's logged on to from the website to confirm the user is who they say they are. Incoming deposits can still be made, but all withdrawals are blocked."\n\nYou frown at that, flipping through some more of the pages. "Some of these accounts have the birthdate visible... the majority of those are-"\n\n"Yeah, the sixties and prior."\n\nYou slowly close the sheaf of papers. "So it's all older people."\n\n"Not all. Some of them are just people who aren't good with computers and do their banking the old-fashioned way. But yeah, these people who probably can't really use the internet are being locked out of their bank accounts, unable to pay bills or anything else, unless they log on to the internet."\n\nYou frown, sitting back in your chair. "So couldn't they just call the bank's help line?"\n\n"That's where the insidious part comes in. Now we don't have any proof of this yet, but we think that this hidden program adds another, invisible flag to the account. When the phone monkey at the help center accesses the locked account, that flag is triggered and they briefly see the proper amount that should be in it... before it zeroes out." There's a slight shift from the surgical mask that you think means she's grinning as your eyes widen. "That's right, the bank thinks it's some bug in their systems and their fault. So of course they'd quickly start the procedure to get the account restored. In reality the money's been disappeared to a secret account controlled by a Monofilament executive. The bank has to replace it with their own money or make a claim on their insurance."\n\n"So... I mean, that sucks, but don't the people get their money back in the end? And doesn't the bank catch on, since it's Monofilament's software?"\n\n"Yeah, the people get their money back, but that could take weeks of going through the process... in the meantime they can't pay for groceries or pet food or their grandkids' birthday presents. As to Monofilament's software, that's where the real genius comes in," she says, almost as if she admires it. "Monofilament doesn't do the help desk software, they do the bank's internal network software, something that's not supposed to have anything to do with money or transactions other than the data it transmits. So-"\n\n"So the bank blames whoever does their help desk software, or their account management software, and probably winds up suing them," you say with a sigh.\n\n"Yup, it's a helluva scheme, top to bottom. We could find the parts of this program that were actively working in the bank's systems, but we can't find the part of it that does the money-go-bye-bye trick. That must be in the Monofilament servers somewhere though, it'd have to be an active process. Now, if we can get a copy of that, we can do two things... we can at least take it to the bank to prove that it's Monofilament that's been causing their problems, and we can write some innoculation software that will keep them from using a similar trick again. But we need someone on the inside to let us in. I'm thinking at this point that you know how you could do that... the question is, will you help us?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|QONM]]\n\n[[No.|QONM]]

Well. You're sort of bad at being able to talk back to cute girls (even if they're very odd). Besides, aren't there always two sides to every story? You nod slowly.\n\n"Alright, good. The truth is, Monofilament is abusing the contracts it has with various organizations to do proprietary software development for them to break the law and line its own pockets. We can't get anyone to listen to us about this because they've paid off the right people... even if we released it to the public, the news media would be likely to just brush it off and let it drop off the news cycle immediately, almost no one affected would hear about it." She leans over to open the flap of the pink and purple messenger bag sitting beside her chair and pulls out a sheaf of papers, leaning over to set them beside your plate. "This is just one of their schemes, but it's the worst one that we've found so far."\n\nYou glance down at the pages. It looks like a lot of code... not ones and zeroes, but definitely some sort of programming language. You think a little of it looks familiar from the books you read, but it's pretty dense-seeming.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to read and understand the papers.|QONM1x4]]\n\n[[Ask her to break it down for you.|QONM]]\n\n[[Refuse to believe it.|QONM]]

"Since you know it's not proper procedure, then you might try the proper procedure of calling my boss and getting the info from them," you reply, going for 'chilly politeness' and probably just managing 'huffy'. "I can't give that out at all."\n\nYou close the line, then dial the extension for the main security office. A voice that doesn't sound a lot older than your own answers, sounding bored and annoyed. You quickly explain the situation, and there's a brusque 'One second' from the other end. The line goes completely quiet, apparently you're on hold. A minute later there's a low click, and the voice, sounding much more professional, says, "Alright, thanks for calling this in, good job. I'll want to talk to you at the end of your shift."\n\n"Alright," you answer, before the line drones. You hang up, and settle back to watching the monitors. About thirty seconds later, most of them go entirely flat... if you're reading them right, it means that all access to the network from the outside has been cut off. Wow, they must think it's pretty serious. After awhile, since there's even less to do than before, you return to reading the binders, though now slightly anxious about the upcoming talk and what to do if the phone rings again. Sure, he said you did a good job, but talking with a superior, yikes.\n\nEventually five in the morning rolls around, and trying not to seem too lethargic and sluggish, you get up and head to the dressing room. Waiting for you is a guy who really does look like he's only nineteen or so, with scruffy brown hair pulled back partly into a short ponytail, and his Monofilament-issued button-up shirt left open to show a T-shirt for some apparent death metal band that you've never heard of. "Hey, Jamie, right? I'm Leon, I'm in charge of cybersecurity for this branch of Monofilament. Good job on catching that phishing call right away. You're not due to get paid until next week, but I went ahead and wrote this out for you as a little bonus," he says, passing you a check. He also leans in and grins, lowering his voice to a whisper, "I also looked up your Destiny: Splendid Guideline account and added a million Divine Crystals to it. Have fun."\n\nYour eyes bug, both at the generosity of the check and at the practically infinite supply of premium currency. "Oh. O-oh, wow, I... thank you, sir, I-"\n\n"No 'sir', just Leon is fine. I checked the monitors and saw you reading, good job, I like that initiative. When summer rolls around I'm definitely going to suggest hiring you back on, and I can probably find some time to teach you some real programming too. But before that," he continues, face growing serious. "Listen, we're pretty sure that the call you got was part of the efforts of a hacker group called DevDef. Now don't be alarmed, but they may try to contact you again, and try to get your help to break into Monofilament's network. IF that happens they couldd do a lot of damage to a lot more than some mobile games, so here." He passes you a... is that a pager? You've only seen them in movies! "This is super simple, no dialing or anything, you just press the button and it'll alert me. Hit it the moment you think anyone from DevDef tries to contact you."\n\n"Er, okay. Thanks, s-... Leon."\n\n"No problem, kid, take care."\n\nYou head home in a bit of a daze, almost immediately crashing into bed and sleeping through most of the day. When you wake up, it's already into the afternoon, so you get up and decide to head out to deposit your bonus check and get something to eat. You're sitting at a table at an outdoor food court, a slice of pizza in front of you as you marvel at the seven digit readout on your Divine Crystals, when someone slides into the seat across from you. You blink and look up, then stare. The person across from you is... well, weird is the only way you can think of to describe it. Their hair is a color that can only be called a <i>violent</i> shade of pink, forelocks framing their face and the rest running down their back in a braid. She also seems to be wearing two differently-colored contacts, one silver and one gold, and a black surgical mask over her lower face. She's also wearing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform in the same near-neon pink color, and though she has no chest to speak of, you do notice that when she turns to the side and folds one leg over the other, the white thigh-highs she's wearing look really good.\n\n"Hi!" she chirps, her voice cute despite being slightly muffled by the mask. "Hey, mind if I talk for a minute?"\n\n"Ah... are... are you from... 'DevDef'?" you ask, leaning back a little, barely resisting the urge to shriek and run away.\n\n"You <i>are</i> quick! Don't worry, I have absolutely zero intention of hurting you at all," she explains, gesturing a bit with one hand and showing off the little bracelets and her nails that are at least seven slightly different shades of pink all swirled together. "The truth is that whatever you've heard about us, you've probably been lied to. We don't want to hurt anyone... in fact, we're trying to help people. So won't you hear me out?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hear her out.|QONM1x3]]\n\n[[Hit the beeper button.|QONM]]

Probably better not to risk it being some executive or security officer calling in to check that you're actually there. Reaching over, you pick up the phone, forcing yourself not to stammer through some feat of willpower. "Hello, Network Monitoring, this is Jamie."\n\n"Hello, Jamie, this is Davis, from the mobile app division," a man's voice with a posh British accent answers. "Listen, I'm supposed to be on vacation, a nice little holiday in the mountains, when all of a flutter my manager calls and says that every single gacha roll on Destiny: Splendid Guideline is spitting out nothing but five star Queen Titanias. It's going to be my head if I don't get in there and push a maintenance and patch, but I don't have my official company laptop, we're not allowed to take them across borders of course. Do you think you could go to the server room, find the connection information, write it down and let me know? A bit against standard procedure but I assure you, if we don't get this done, heads are going to roll, and ours might be only the start."\n\nAdmittedly your eyes glazed over a little when you heard that the boob-iest, nakedest Legendary Figure in DSG is apparently being given out for every single pull. You have like fifty pulls of Divine Crystals saved up! What a time to be without your phone! Then you give your head a shake and focus back on the now.\n\n<hr>\n[["Yeah, sure, no problem."|QONM]]\n\n[["Uh-huh, nice try buddy."|QONM1x2]]\n\n[[Hang up.|QONM]]

Smirking, you step back to sit on the edge of the bed, tits jiggling a bit as you scoot back, then smoothly spread your legs, resting your fingertips lightly on your inner thighs, showing off your pink slit in all its smooth perfection. "Oh doctor?" you coo.\n\nDr. Life's head jerks up to look at you as if it were completely involuntary. She stares as she sees your pose, her tablet slipping from limp fingers as it clatters to the floor. She's still for all of a second, before scrambling forward, practically leaping atop you as you give a whoop of amused laughter. It's all she can do to yank her loincloth fully aside before she plunges her prick into you up to the root, throwing her head back and moaning shamelessly as she buries her cock inside you. You have little doubt that the usually calm, composed doctor must normally be quite the deliberate lover, but now she's completely incapable of anything but starting to pump her hips wildly, rutting you like a beast in a mating fervor, her huge latex-covered tits pillowed against your equally massive ones. \n\n"Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck," she gasps out as she pumps into you with complete abandon, her cock hard as steel inside you and feeling like it's throbbing just a little larger with almost every thrust. You can pick out little thoughts amidst the bright haze of overwhelming lust clouding her mind... that it's the hardest she's ever been, that your pussy is so much better than any other's she's ever had, that she doesn't care what else happens now as long as she gets to fuck you. "Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck!" the supergenius whimpers as she pounds her hips against yours, drool running down her chin.\n\n"Yeees, that's right," you purr, sliding your long-nailed fingers slowly up her back before gripping the sides of her head and hauling her down into a kiss. Your tongue plunges into her mouth, swirling around it... and then down her throat as it grows longer and thicker, enough that you can pump it back and forth in a smoother, more deliberate stroke than any she's capable of using with her cock right now. Maria shudders all over as you tongue-fuck her throat, her thrusts becoming, if anything, even more frenzied as she pounds into you, her whimpers and moans squeezing her throat around your tongue as your pussy squeezes and massages her with inhuman control of your inner muscles, no doubt feeling as if she's getting a very thorough handjob at the same time as she's pumping the best pussy she's ever had.\n\nShe was already close to cumming after only a few thrusts into you, but without even thinking about it you somehow pressed on something inside of her... but you're aware of the pressure building under that press now. You're fairly certain you could push just slightly harder and it wouldn't matter how badly she needed to cum, she'd never be able to unless you let her. Her hips are shaking, her thrusts already growing almost desperate as she whimpers around your thrusting, wriggling tongue, her body trembling. Hm, what to do~...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Just let her cum.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Deny her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Enslave her.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Get knocked up.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Drain her.|FemPalV8x3]]\n\n[[Change her.|FemPalV]]

The ninja takes you back to his room and does just that, though you're not aware of that. What there is of your mind only understands two things: you exist to be filled with cock, and you really enjoy being filled with cock. So the only times there are for you are "being used" and "wishing you were being used". Not that the ninja doesn't make plenty of use of you. Usually after a fight he comes in and the first thing he does is open up his pants and sheath himself inside you, and you once again know pure ecstatic pleasure at being a hole with a prick stuffed in it.\n\nHe makes plenty of use of you in the off time, too... laying in bed, leaning against the wall, and several times you can feel the warmth and wetness of bathwater and the sensation of liquid rushing around inside you as he jerks himself off with you in the bathtub. Sometimes he cleans you and sets you carefully on the bedside table or inside a drawer, at other times you're left smeared with drying cum amidst tangled sheets. Either way is fine with you, of course, as long as he eventually comes back to you and fills your entire being with his throbbing dick again.\n\nOn the last day of the tournament, while the ninja's out, one of the servants enters his room and looks around. Discovering you laying discarded amongst the sheets, still lightly wet, he snorts a bit and picks you up, giving you a little shake before casting you to the floor. You oof, sprawled out on the carpet, all tangled up in your own arms and legs, your skin smeared with dried jizz and a few wet streaks of it. Blearily, you look around, then up at the servant, not noticing at the moment that he's leering at your naked, cum-caked body. "Did... did something just happen?"\n\n"The tournament is over. You may return to your room," he says dismissively, turning and striding out. \n\nYou stare after him, then push yourself to your feet. Still feeling somewhat in a daze, you wander out the door and stare around for a few moments before realizing you're in the men's dorm. Heading back to the women's area, you begin to hear catcalls as you pass people, and it finally sinks in that you're naked. Blushing, you do your best to cover yourself, a hand shoved against your crotch and an arm across your boobs as you make a run for your room. Once there, you enjoy a long bath, during which you try to put together what happened. You remember losing the match, and then throwing a bit of a temper tantrum (which you're not too proud of), and then... and then... you moan as you stroke a finger over your clit and then slide two inside of yourself. And then, someone taught you to be respectful, and it felt so <i>good</i>, and...\n\nYou're feeling mostly back to your old self once you're finished with your bath and its accompanying masturbation. Sighing at the humiliation of losing in the first round and coming all this way for nothing, you finish packing your bag and heft it onto your shoulder. You head out the door, but pause once you're in the hallway. Some inner impulse plucks at you and, compelled to follow it, you turn instead and head towards the men's dorm. Half by instinct and half by remembering where you walked from yesterday, you arrive at a door with Japanese characters on it. Knocking a few times, you don't wait for an answer before pushing open the door and stepping inside. The ninja blinks, looking up from his own packing. He's actually fairly handsome, with short, tousled brown hair and intense, dark eyes. You stand in the doorway, staring at him as he stares at you. Finally you clear your throat.\n\n"Um, sorry about the intrusion, but here's the thing, I..." You trail off, then take a deep breath. "I just can't shake this feeling that I'm your property. That I belong to you, to be used however you want and whenever you want, to be treated like nothing more than a hole for your cock." As he stares at you with even wider eyes, you decide to try an odd variant on Japanese politeness and drop your back before settling to your knees. "I guess what I'm trying to say is..." You bend down to lay your hands and forehead against the floor. "Please use me like a sex toy for the rest of my life."\n\nThere's no immediate reply. At least, until you feel your pants tugged down in back and his cock sliding into your damp pussy. You moan ecstatically and begin thrusting back against your owner as he begins pumping into you, only wishing he could fuck your entire body like he's fucking your cunt.\n\n<b>Hell Kore</b> end - <i>Ninja's cocksheath</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

It's a real effort to not change expressions, but between his sunglasses at night and his horniness, it looks like you do well enough to fool the guy. You slowly get down on your knees, trying to keep your movements a bit jerky, and not make it obvious that you're bracing the balls of your feet. You start to lean your head in... then launch yourself forward, the top of your head slamming against his shaft and balls. He howls in agony as he topples to the ground with you partly on top of him, and you quickly roll off and to your feet and try to run. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the sound of gunfire behind you, but you refuse to slow or look back.\n\nThen the dog-thing slams into you and you go down rolling in a heap with it. You scream in pain as the creature sinks its teeth into your forearm, and react mostly on instinct... you take your free hand and jam your thumb into one of those stupid glowing eyes as absolutely hard as you can. There's a spurt of whitish color and then bright, unnatural purple, and this time it's the dog-thing's turn to howl in pain. In doing so it releases your arm, rolling away from you and scrabbling across the ground, and you quickly scramble to your feet and run for the trees again, the sound of more gunshots ringing behind you. You even feel some tree bark smack against your bare hip as a bullet impacts one of the trees you run past.\n\nYou keep going, not daring to look back, not sure whether the dog-thing will be after you soon and madder than ever, or just how long the men in suits will chase you. It's only when your lungs start feeling like they won't inflate anymore and your whole body is screaming in exhaustion that you slump to the ground behind a fallen tree, at least partially concealed as you try without much success to catch your breath. What the hell? You're not super athletic but you know you can do better than this! You glance down at your arm where you were bitten to see if you're still bleeding, and feel a fresh surge of horror go through you. The bite marks are dark and, rather than bleeding, are sort of oozing something that looks too thick to properly be blood... the moonlight strips a lot of the color out of things, but you're betting it's more green than red.\n\nAn Abroar... that thing was an Abroar! One of the basic enemies from the Defiant series, wolflike enemies that aren't very tough, but are feared at low levels for their poisoned bites that grant more than a few status-draining effects. They look a little different in every game, and you certainly never expected to see one in reality, but the evidence of your eyes is hard to deny. Especially when you can feel the burning in your veins that seems to radiate out from the bite. Who knows what a <i>real</i> Abroar's poison might do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[This can't be real, this isn't a game, it's reality!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Game problems require game solutions.|GGDS1x2]]

Screw it. If you're really going to be some sort of rogue, authority-defying mage, you're going to <i>do</i> it. Besides, kneeling on one knee in the woods in your panties and a t-shirt does not seem like the time to be conservative and play it safe, somehow.\n\nYou grip your wrist you your other hand, taking another deep, steadying breath before you try channeling a little of your life energy into the bottle you're holding. You've never exactly tried something like this before, at least not in earnest, but you're surprised at how easy it is to feel the energy and direct it... maybe the weird hypnotism program or the Abroar's bite "awoke" something in you. At first elation at the fact that you're channeling energy overwhelms almost everything, and you feel absolute joy as the water inside starts to glow. Then the pain hits. Your whole body is wracked with it, and you bite down on your lip to muffle yourself as you hunch forward. Is it because you're draining "HP", essentially hurting yourself? Or the poison? You think it might be both, since when you glance at the bitemark you can actually see it hissing and bubbling, little spurts of your corrupted blood popping out like high-pressure zits.\n\nForcing yourself not to give up, you pull your teeth away from your lip and grit them instead, your hands starting to shake with the intensity of the pain and your effort of will. The water inside the bottle is now bubbling as if it had come to a boil, violently fizzing inside the glass. Your breathing is coming in short, hard pants, your entire body feeling flushed and hot. Just when you feel like you're going to pass out, you stop channeling energy and yank the bottle to your lips, gulping down the blue-white liquid.\n\nYou once had a 'real' ginger ale, and it stung your mouth and throat so bad you couldn't finish it. This feels a hundred times worse, like it's almost literally burning on the way down. Your brain is alight with the heat of your body, your quickened breath, and now the pain receptors in your mouth and tongue. All of it combines in some strange way that convinces your body you've apparently just been fucked really well, because just as you finish your newly-created health potion, you orgasm. Your hips twitch, followed by a shudder that runs through your body, before you collapse forward onto your forearms, barely braced on your knees, panting and shivering, and feeling wetness run down your thighs.\n\n"D-damn," you whisper aloud. "Never put <i>that</i> part in the games."\n\nEventually you're able to actually catch your breath and push yourself to your hands and knees, then to sit back against your heels. You examine your forearm, and carefully run a thumb through the darkened blood covering it. The marks are gone... you're healed. You did it... you made a healing potion. You can use magic!\n\n<hr>\n[[Which means those guys are definitely after you, and you definitely need to go!|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[You can't just leave all those other people back there.|GGDS1x4]]

Frantically, you look around for anything that might be helpful. Your gaze falls on an abandoned soda bottle, and a small flowing stream, and you force your aching body to move, grabbing up the one and filling it from the other. You take a deep breath to steady yourself as you think it through. If the forces of conformity... which, let's face it, MIB back there had to be... are after you, and that was really an Abroar that attacked you, you must be one of the Defiant. (Great, put that way it makes you sound more like a girl's YA literature protagonist than a game hero.) And in the games, one of the basic abilities any Defiant gets in every game is 'Infuse'... taking common liquids and infusing part of their life energy into them to make healing potions.\n\nYou swallow heavily as you remember how that game dynamic works, though. You have to sacrifice some of your HP to create the healing potion. You generally get three times as much as you put into it as well as curing status effects, so it's usually a pretty good deal... unless you're already dangerously low on hitpoints. And you have no idea how many you'd count as having normally, even without the Abroar's bite and poison taken into effect.\n\nYou grip the soda bottle in your hand and stare into it, even as you can feel the poison working on your body. It's already pretty crazy that you're about to try a spell from a videogame... but you're pretty sure it's also a spell that could kill you. Are you <i>sure</i> you want to go through with it?\n\n<hr>\n[[No, surrender yourself for a cure.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go for it.|GGDS1x3]]

If possible, you want to get out of here without these guys even knowing you've come back. For that, you'll need something that can deceive them completely, and hopefully just walk right out with the hostages.\n\nConcentrating on the traits you need from a summoned creature, you picture energy gathering in yourself, then try to... well, cast it forward in front of you, for lack of better phrasing. It seems to work, an arc of red energy flicking from your chest and dropping to the ground. Almost instantly it resolves into a dark purple form... quite female, by the generous curves, but its body is completely smooth and featureless, even its face only molded into the vague suggestion of eyes, nose, and mouth. Its long white hair falls down its back and over its shoulders, here and there obscuring the fact that it lacks things like nipples or a pussy when the hair falls just so.\n\n<i>What is your bidding, master?</i> The words come directly into your head, seemingly in your own "voice", and for a moment you wonder if you were just expecting her to say that. Then her generic lips curl up in a rather seductive smile, and you realize they really were her words.\n\nGrinning, you think back at her your intentions, doing a quick explanation of the situation. She gives a quick nod once you've finished. <i>Duo would be happy to resolve this for you, master. Duo will meet you with the hostages at the curve of the road.</i> With that, the purple humanoid starts walking right towards the group.\n\nUnable to ward off your curiosity, you stay to watch. With a little ripple and shimmer of her form, Duo quickly becomes another man in a black suit and sunglasses. She looks both different and just like all the others, somehow... you have a feeling she took random features from all of them to make herself seem familiar, but not too familiar. She (he?) strides right up to the others with a businesslike gait, just standing there for a moment, before looking at the hostages. "Get in the van."\n\n"What's going on here?" one of the suits asks Duo, scowling as the hypnotized Defiant-potentials start filing back into the vehicle.\n\n"This facility could be compromised, with a Defiant running around out there," Duo answers flatly. "Orders from above. I'll take these potentials to the next nearest processing facility. Then you can focus on catching the loose one."\n\nThe other suit hesitates, then nods. "Understood."\n\nWithout further acknowledging him, Duo turns and closes the van door, then moves around to get in the driver's side. Remembering the plan, you hurry as quietly as you can towards the road, abandoning your stick-staff as you go. Duo's already waiting as you get there, and you haul open the passenger side door and clamber in quickly. "Great work!" you enthuse, grinning proudly at your summon.\n\n"Thank you, master," Duo replies, voice shifting from monotone male to sort of generic female as she first changes back to the purple humanoid shape, then a female form that looks vaguely like all of the girls behind you in the van. "Where should I drive us?"\n\n"I want to say back home, but that might not be safe anymore," you answer with a frown.\n\n"True, but we can go there if you wish, master. Though I will note that even in their current state, I can read the minds of these people... rather more easily, actually. One of them had already been contacted by a group known as Rogue Element, apparently in opposition to the group that kidnapped you. He has contact information for one of their agents... though we'd best hurry, if they learn of his capture, they will 'burn' that contact method."\n\n<hr>\n[[Go home.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Contact the Rogue Element.|GGDS1x6]]

You scowl as you contemplate running, and shake your head. No... there were at least eight other people back there, and all of them must be Defiants like you, or at least potential ones. One of the guys in suits mentioned 'processing', which from the game's history could mean anything from brainwashing to being diced up for parts or all sorts of other things. You can't just leave them there... after all, running scared hardly seems very defiant, does it?\n\nYou spend a few moments searching around for anything else useful, and finally find a decently solid tree branch almost as long as you are tall. You're pretty sure you can use it as a focus for your abilities, once you figure out what they are... or, if all else fails, just crack someone across the head with it really hard. Feeling a bit more secure despite still wearing nothing but your sweat-soaked t-shirt and your cum-soaked panties, you head back the way you came, trying to move quietly.\n\nEventually you get back to the treeline, and ease yourself up to one so you can peek around. There's at least six or seven guys in suits now, milling around calling to each other or speaking into radios, and there's four Abroars that you can see... including one with one eye, its tail constantly lashing around wildly behind it. You let out a little sigh of relief as you see all the other "potentials" still lined up... apparently your escape kept them from being taken right to processing.\n\nYou purse your lips a bit as you think. Okay, the game they used to try and snare you was called 'Defiant Summoner'... which means logic would dictate that they were trying to catch summoners. Well, it makes sense to you. But that means your powers are most likely based around summoning, so maybe you should try calling on a magical creature for help.\n\n<hr>\n[[Something big and flashy, to do lots of damage.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something quiet and deadly, to do them in before they know they've been attacked.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Something smart and deceptive, to rescue everyone without a fight.|GGDS1x5]]\n\n[[Something to bolster your abilities, so you can do it yourself.|GGDS2x1]]

It's a good fifteen minutes before another van, this one decked out like a yard care service, pulls up. You tense as two people get out, though the assorted types of clothing as opposed to anything uniform bolsters you a bit. (It also helps that it's one man and one woman, though logically you know it shouldn't.) The guy meanders up to the window you've rolled down, leaning in a bit to look back at the hostages, then at you and Duo. "Who's that?"\n\n"Oh, that's Duo. I, uh, summoned her," you explain, unable to keep your chest from puffing out a bit in pride.\n\nBoth of the new arrivals exchange a quick glance at that, with the girl giving Duo a long, hard look. Then they both nod. "Alright. Ditch that thing and let's get out of here, you've been sitting around in Authority property way too long as it is."\n\nThe hostages are quickly transferred over, with both the new arrivals doing a lot of cursing and spitting on the names of this 'Authority' as they see the state they're in. Once you're in motion again, the girl asks you, "So how'd you get away, anyway?"\n\n"I'm really not sure... it's like I just sort of came out of it," you answer. "I played along until I could get away, but I got bitten... by an <i>Abroar</i>, that was so weird. I managed to make a healing potion with Infuse, like they do in the game, then I went back for the others. I summoned Duo here, and she pretended to be one of the guys in suits and just drove right out with everyone. She said she could read the information about how to contact you guys in the mind of one of these guys, so I did."\n\nBoth of them trade another glance at that. You notice how much they look alike... in fact, except for the guy having much shorter hair and like he'd maybe had his nose broken before, they could be almost identical. (Well, and the fact that the girl seems to have a pretty sizeable chest.) The guy clears his throat. "That's a pretty amazing story. Um, but hey listen, I think everyone back at the base might be a bit more comfortable if you showed up without your summon out. Could you maybe...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Well... okay.|GGDSPlaceholder]]\n\n[[No way.|GGDSPlaceholder]]

"I guess we'd better try and get in touch with these 'Rogue Element' guys," you answer after a bit of thought. "I mean, that's usually how it goes in the game, you hook up with whatever the resistance group is... even if you're a loner that doesn't rely on anyone."\n\n"Certainly. As soon as we get back to Deviville, then."\n\n"Er, Duo... are you, I mean, okay?" You look at her in concern. "You're not, like... hauled here from some other dimension, and in constant agony being in this plane of existence, right?"\n\nThat actually gets a grin from her, and she looks over at you and winks. "No, master. I'm actually quite happy to be here with you."\n\n"Oh. That's good, then. Er, and you're not siphoning off my life force or anything to stay manifested...?"\n\n"No, unlike some of the bigger and 'flashier' summons, I am capable of surviving indefinitely off of ambient energy. I can stay summoned as long as you like."\n\n"Good." You do find that comforting, and actually reach out to take one of her hands and give it a squeeze. This time she gives you not just a grin, but a full-fledged smile that makes her bland forgettable face look absolutely stunning.\n\nOnce the van reaches the edge of town, Duo pulls the van up to something you'd thought was almost extinct... a pay phone. Duo turns and digs in one of the still-mesmerized hostage's pockets, and passes you several coins. "I will give you the number telepathically, master."\n\nYou hop out and hurry to the phone, dumping quarters in before dialing the number Duo sends you. After a few rings, the line's picked up and a woman's voice says, "Henny's Hairport, how may I help you today?"\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, glancing uncertainly at where Duo's still sitting in the van, before you shrug. "Um, listen, my name's Cyan, and these guys tried to kidnap me and some other people, and I was told you could help..."\n\n"Honey, this is a hair salon. Maybe you needa call the cops," the voice on the other end suggests in obvious annoyance.\n\n"Wait, wait! One of the others, um, gave me this number! Seriously, if there's anyone there that knows what's going on."\n\n"I'm hanging up now," the woman says with a huff.\n\n"I'm Defiant!" you blurt, clenching your hands on the phone tightly.\n\nThere's a few moments of silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, "Who's the best hero, then?"\n\n"Ein!" you answer immediately, then almost wince. "I mean, the fans hate him, they keep saying he's all 'Broody McSad', but it's not like he didn't have a good reason, he lost his brother and mom and everything, most people just don't bother to empathize with him and understand..."\n\n"... Cyan? As in Cyanide Koolaid?"\n\nYour jaw drops. "You've seen my fanfiction?!"\n\n"Look, stay where you are. Someone will be by to pick you up soon." With that, the line goes dead. You stare at the receiver for a moment, then hang it up and go to clamber back into the van.\n\n"You haven't updated that fanfiction in over a year, master."\n\n"Not now, Duo."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGDS1x7]]

You head home in the morning, with no one the wiser of what occurred in the last twenty-four hours. Of course, there is a little bit of drama as your family discovers within the week that Katrina has left your brother and returned to Russia without any more explanation than that she's decided to do exactly that. Though luckily none of the drama falls on you... your mother does ask at one point if you noticed anything odd the night you stayed over, but you manage to play it off and answer 'no', and that's the end of that.\n\nEventually, things settle down from that, returning to normal. Except, well... you do try to keep in mind what Katrina said. As a favor to your bride of a few hours, if nothing else. 'You deserve good things.' Maybe... hey, maybe you do. So you try a bit harder in school, you try a bit harder at social events. And amazingly enough, you find that you really can do it... you still get anxious as all hell when you try, but the more you try and the more your trying yields results, the less anxious you feel. It's always there, in the background, but so is that soft, accented voice in your ear, bringing back the scent of vanilla and rose as she leaned in close, the warmth of her kiss on your forehead.\n\n'You deserve good things.'\n\nYou make sure to work that into your valedictorian speech during your college graduation. You tell everyone that as long as they remind themselves, as long as they make themselves believe they deserve good things, they can make good things happen for themselves. You do leave Katrina's name out of it, of course, but you attribute the advice to 'your first love', which probably does surprise various people in the audience, and... isn't <i>strictly</i> true. But if you can't call your first wife your first love, well, what can you call her?\n\nYou're smiling a little at that thought as you arrive home, preparing for that night's parties. You've barely even walked away from the door when there's a knock at it. Blinking, you return to open it, exchanging pleasantries with the messenger and signing for the envelope. When you open it, you find a folded letter, and a check. At first expecting a graduation present from a relative, you glance at the amount, only to stare when you realize that there are far too many zeroes for that. Far too many. And the number in front of them isn't even a one. Of course, when you realize the check has been issued by a Russian bank, it's not hard to guess who it's from, and you hurry to unfold the letter.\n\n<i>Darling Jamie,\n\nI hope you don't think it boorish of me, but I have kept an eye on your progress from afar. And I must say I am very proud of you. I meant it when I said you deserved good things, and you did. And you made those good things happen for yourself, in spite of how easy it would have been for you to back down. The grades, the friends, all of that always came so easily to your brother... you worked for them. You struggled for them. You earned them. You deserve them. You are a better and stronger man than he is, and there are still times I wish I had been born later so that it would have been you and I that met instead.\n\nPlease do not take this money as a sign of guilt or an attempt to make up for what I did, though I do still occasionally feel ashamed of myself. Instead consider it an investment in the future. Your future. A worthwhile future. I know I can trust you not to be frivolous or careless with it, after all the hard work you've put in. Instead, simply make sure to use it to build the life you deserve.\n\nBecause you deserve good things.\n\nK.</i>\n\nYou stare at the letter, rereading the whole thing and various parts a few times. Finally you fold it back up and rub your palm across your face to smear away the tears, take a deep breath, and smile as you let it out. Maybe someday soon you'll have someone you can share this story with... or maybe you'll just keep it to yourself, as a personal treasure to remind you of an important person.\n\nYour first love.\n\n<b>Jamie's Cheating Brother</b> end - <i>You deserve good things</i>

You may not have had a roommate for long, but it's been long enough to pick up on the idea that one of the best things to do is to stay out of the other person's way as much as possible. So you decide to kill a few hours... well, five, but you've been around long enough to manage that.\n\nYou hustle a few more little errand jobs, drift around a few of the different arcades and stores while always moving on before someone winds up accusing you of loitering, and grab a cheap slice of pizza for dinner. At around 7:50 you head back towards the apartment, arriving sometime after eight. As expected, the apartment's seemingly empty and the door to Sean's room is firmly closed. You take this chance to use the shower and then, tired after your extended period of roaming the city, decide to flop in bed and play games on the cheap handheld you bought from someone because it, uh, fell off a truck. Of course the moment you lay down next to the wall, you can hear pretty clearly what's going on over on the other side of it... namely Sean fucking his hot girlfriend.\n\nYou blush and do your best to focus on your game, but, well... they're hot and enthusiastic, and you're fifteen. Soon you're setting the handheld aside and fishing out your stiff prick, stroking it slowly at first, listening to the sounds of the bed creaking, Sanya moaning and begging for more of Sean's big hard cock, Sean practically growling and occasionally murmuring things like 'Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch'. You wonder if they know that you can hear them... they'd both have to, right? The thought both has you stroking your cock a bit faster, and also trying desperately to control the squeaking of your own bed as you jerk off to the sound of them fucking. It's with that strange heady mixture of voyeurism, worry, and shame that you spill your load all over your stomach, panting and shuddering a little as you clean up.\n\nIn the morning you get up and wander out of the room, running a hand over your rumpled hair, and blinking a bit blearily at the sight of Sean sitting at the breakfast table. Somewhat lanky, mildly dark skin, with various tattoos and piercings, he looks every bit the sincere tough guy, though he's always been pretty cool with you. When he sees you his expression turns serious though, and for a moment a shock of fear runs through you that he heard you last night and is about to kick your ass for whacking off to him and his girlfriend. Of course what he winds up saying is more worrying in its own way.\n\n"Hey, little man, turns out the landlord saw you comin' home last night. I tried to tell 'im you were just crashing short-term but he raised the rent anyway. You know if it was a normal situation I wouldn't mind you crashing as long as you need, but this is something on you and so you gotta take care of it. That's just the way it is." He stands up and tosses a folded paper on the table. "Those're the want ads... not the ones from the actual paper, these're a little more, y'know... flexible about stuff like someone being the right age and having proper ID. Now, I gotta go earn rent, you best start lookin' into earning some cash too. Don't worry how much... I'll let you know when it's due, 'cause maybe I can talk that fucker down a bit more. As long as you're actually doin' your best to pay I'll cover you if you come up short."\n\nWith that, he snags his jacket and is gone. You're not too surprised about him just laying down the law and leaving, that's pretty much how he always acts... if he says 'that's the way it is', then that's the way the world is according to him. And since you're living in his world you guess he's right.\n\nSighing, you sit down at the table and open the paper, flipping through it. It looks like it has a lot of sections, actually. You're surprised that there's an actual printup of jobs that, according to your roommate, are pretty much guaranteed to pay you under the table... but then you guess if there were going to be such a thing, Sean would be the sort of guy who'd know where to find it. You've just got to decide what section sounds good and then pick an ad.\n\n<hr>\n[[Freelance Acquisitions|CC]]\n\n[[Transport|CC]]\n\n[[Testing & Development|CC]]\n\n[[Entertainment|CC2x2]]

Well you're pretty sure you can be "personable" and you think you're pretty good-looking! You can definitely set food on a table and act nice to a bunch of pretentious indie movie actors!\n\nYou take another shower and dig out your nice clothes... which, admittedly, for you means your cleanest hoodie and jeans, but you don't have a ton of choices here and you're just going to have to make do. You do your best to comb your hair into submission (it's kind of curly and a bit long from not having been cut for awhile but again, not much you can do about that), then set out for the address listed in the ad.\n\nIt's for an office building downtown, and you're pretty worried that the security guard's going to throw you out before you even get all the way through the door. But when you blurt out that you're here to apply at Hospitality Arrangement Services, he stops and merely gives a single nod of acknowledgement before pushing the elevator button for you and telling you which floor.\n\nYou emerge into a pleasant lobby that... for some reason you almost get a hardon stepping inside. You're not sure why, there's nothing overtly sexual about it, but there's just something about the choice of wood colors, the subtle accents, the soft music playing and the scent in here that makes you think of sex. Of course, the woman behind the receptionist's desk might be part of it too. She's very pretty, with short, perfectly styled brown hair, a white suit, and... well, she seems to have neglected to include a blouse under her suit jacket, meaning her lovely chest is on display quite a bit. She looks up at you, expression and tone becoming so utterly neutral that you almost want to be offended and yet it would seem ridiculous to. "Good afternoon, and welcome to Hospitality Arrangement Services. How may I help you?"\n\n"Uh, yeah," you reply, trying not to be taken aback. "I'm... here about the ad. Y'know, looking for 'personable people' to offer hospitality?" you add a little lamely. You don't feel like you're getting off to a very good start, here.\n\nShe looks you up and down briefly, and the chilly politeness melts a little bit. "... Hm. Mr. Appel usually handles the interviews himself, but he's out today and... well. Please, why don't you follow me into the next room and we'll conduct an interview." She stands up, revealing the short skirt that apparently goes with that show-offy suit jacket, and saunters around her desk and down a hallway. You hurry to follow after her for more reasons than one, trailing her into an office slightly less sensually perfumed and outfitted than the lobby area. "Have a seat," she says, gesturing to the expensive-looking black leather couch along one wall, and waiting until you're seated to make her way over to the desk at the other end of the room. Moving behind it but not sitting down, she taps at the keyboard of the computer for a moment, then watches the screen expectantly.\n\nOnce whatever it says comes back to her apparent satisfaction, her manner becomes positively... warm... as she comes back to stand in front of you, giving you a smile.\n\n<img src="images/LHzjI9l.jpg">\n\n"Alright then. Might I have your name? It's alright if it's just your first name."\n\n"Ah... Eric," you answer, shifting in place a little but forcing yourself not to fidget too visibly.\n\n"Well then, Eric, do you know exactly what sort of job this is?"\n\nA little confused by the question, and moreso when you realized the ad never said outright, you hesitantly say, "Um, it's like... catering or assisting actors or... something?"\n\n"Mm, no, not quite. Though we do have some actors as clients." Posing a bit with her hand near her hip and the other tucked coyly behind her back, she continues, "First of all, Eric, my name is Lili, and if you choose to sign on with HAS, you'll be mostly communicating with me. But I think I need to explain... Hospitality Arrangement Services is exactly that. We arrange hospitality for wealthy individuals... specifically, hospitable people they'd find attractive."\n\nYou blink, and then your face goes red. "Uh."\n\n"Yes, that's right, this is an escort service. And there is definitely a... demand... for individuals of your age and body type. You have a nice face too, and a certain androgyny, which also helps. You can make a great deal of money, Eric, and the more you're willing to do to please our clients, the more money you can make. During your first year you'll make a flat amount per assignment, but after that, if your reviews are good and you develop regulars, you'll begin earning a percentage of every job you go on, a percentage that will rise as you continue to please and bring in business. We also have the connections necessary to smooth over any... legal issues? By next year, despite any lack of identification or your age, you could own your own luxury condo and a lease on a sports car. What do you say, young man? Will you become an HAS escort?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|CC2x4]]\n\n[[No.|CC]]\n\n[[No way in Hell!|CC]]

"Entertainment"? Oh yeah, you think you heard something about that, like 'this city has a really thriving independent film community' or something? It's probably a bunch of hipsters making cheesy horror movies or dramas shot in black and white, but whatever, if they're actually going to pay then you don't care. Let's see. Yeah, some of these definitely look like they're for film productions, but others seem to be for related stuff.\n\n"[[Best rIality Films|CC]]"? That's a weird way to spell 'Best Reality', but then you guess they've gotta set themselves apart somehow and be all cool and hip. Maybe it's an Italian spelling or something. Whatever it is, they're looking for "young men and women for short scenes with potential for longer parts".\n\n"[[Shotakaasan Studio|CC]]", which sounds like a total anime nerd sort of name, is looking for "good-natured young men who want to establish a relationship in the independent film community". You're not even sure what the Japanese-ish looking name means, but that's a weird way to advertise for what you'd assume is a bunch of shouting and hand-gesturing ninja movies. Still, at least it sounds like you'd have some company your own age.\n\n"[[Baitenswitch Productions|CC]]"? Sounds Swedish or something, whatta they do make fan films for IKEA? Whatever they do they're looking for "open-minded young men who enjoy spending time with beautiful women". Hmmm!\n\n"[[Hospitality Arrangement Services|CC2x3]]" is looking for "personable, attractive individuals with open schedules to provide hospitality, companionship, and relief to hardworking individuals". Huh, so it sounds like they're probably involved with helping out productions with stuff like catering and running errands and generally being support staff. At least, that's what you figure that adspeak means.\n\n"[[Band Members Wanted|CC3x1]]" says one of the other ads. You'd think that'd be more something that would be in the personals or something, but apparently this is a working band that gets fairly regular gigs doing small bars and nightclubs and parties, so it apparently is more of a job than a passion hobby. Still, if you're going to do something, might as well do something cool, right?

"I... I guess I can handle that. I mean, I can handle that," you try to assert with more confidence. You've come too far to back out now, and the siren call of all that money is pulling you along despite your misgivings.\n\n"Good. Then first things first, here are what you need to know about being an HAS Escort. First of all, you are to tell no one where you work or who you work for... you may tell them you're an escort if you like, though obviously we suggest being careful about who you tell such a thing to. This goes double for the authorities... if you are arrested, say absolutely nothing other than 'Call my lawyer'. Not one word other than that. We will handle such an eventuality, so you should remain calm and not buckle under pressure of any kind. If you are loyal to us, we will take care of you. The same applies to our clients... you must please them and do as they ask, but they are never to damage you or abuse you without it being part of your agreed-upon assignment. If they do so, let us know and we will take care of the issue. Never tell others about the clients such as their names or their private vices, never steal from them or tell their secrets. You may accept any gifts you like, but you must tell us about them so they can be recorded for bookkeeping purposes. You are forbidden to charge for 'side work'... any fucking you do without being given an explicit assignment from us must be free of charge. And you are not to go free-of-charge with someone who was previously a client without consulting us first."\n\n"Okay... I understand."\n\n"I trust that you do, but try not to test these limits. The consequences can be worse than simply losing your fee. Now," Lili continues, brushing past that somewhat ominous phrase. "We do have a number of jobs tonight that you would be ideal for, after a trip to makeup and costuming of various lengths. The first two are ones that I'm sure you'd find more agreeable," she notes, making her way over to the computer and moving the mouse to apparently bring up a schedule. "The first is a young businesswoman who has a bit of a 'little brother' kink. Simple, straightforward accompanying her to dinner and then returning to her place for some rather standard sex, according to her profile. Considering the low effort nature of this, your share of the fee would be only $100. Slightly more challenging is a middle-aged widower of considerable wealth, whose tastes run more to dominance. Again simple enough to accomplish, you need only follow her orders throughout the evening... since there is kink involved, your share would be $200."\n\n"Then there is a young businessman," Lili continues. "You're his type, and the request is fairly simple, the only problem you might have is that he is, in fact, a man. Still I imagine you could manage, and your fee for that would be $300. It would also certainly help to show that you're not here simply to take the 'fun' jobs. In that vein, there are two other jobs with men. One is a man who likes young men... who look like young women. Obviously that would involve heavier preparation and be further outside of your comfort zone, but since it's a niche that can be filled by relatively few on our roster, your share of the fee for the evening would be $750. The last is a similar job... but the client enjoys 'daddy' play. In other words, you would be roleplaying as his daughter. There would probably be various kinks involved and he's known to get a little rough. Your compensation for the evening's work would, however, be considerable... $2000."\n\nYour brain turns all that over, swimming with both the amounts of money offered and what you're being asked to do. $100... you don't know how much your share of the rent is now, but you bet it's more than that, even if you managed to keep it all Sean would still have to cover you, and he'd probably only want to do that this month. $200 though, that would probably do it. The lowest-paying job involving getting fucked by a guy would put you in the black, leaving you not having to run around doing odd jobs to cover your food for the next month... either of the others though, those would start making you <i>money</i>, even if you did nothing else for the rest of the month. Especially that top-level one, as freaky as it is to contemplate! Oh man, which to choose...?\n\n<hr>\n[[$100.|CC]]\n\n[[$200.|CC]]\n\n[[$300.|CC]]\n\n[[$750.|CC]]\n\n[[$2000.|CC]]

"I... yeah, sure," you say after several moments of your brain spluttering. Everything she's offering you just seems way too good to be true... but at the same time you don't feel like you can afford to turn it down. \n\n"Very well then. If you would, please, stand up and remove your clothes."\n\n"W-wha?" you blush brightly again and start to fidget.\n\nLili smirks, eyes twinkling. "I need to get a look at the full package, as it were. To determine what sort of jobs to send you on."\n\n"Oh, um, sure." You stand up and bashfully pull off your hoodie, half-tossing it onto the couch. You hesitate a bit more after toeing off your shoes, but finally undo your jeans, shoving down both them and your underwear and stepping out of them. Straightening up, you fight the urge to cover your jutting cock, but can't quite manage to look at the cause of it, turning your red face away from Lili.\n\n"Hm, a little on the skinny side," she muses aloud in a rather clinical way, which you try not to wince at. "But that's not a real negative. Could stand to gain a little weight... just a little, we'll monitor it after that. Little to no body hair, very good. No visible scars, tattoos, piercings, all of that's a plus. Penis is above average in size but not overly large, also a positive. Well, Eric, I think I can say you're going to be very popular."\n\n"R-really?" You perk up a little (in more ways than one) at that... well, also hearing that she thinks your cock is above average helped. You grin at her. "You really think rich ladies will like me?"\n\nShe quirks an eyebrow. "Some, yes. But why would you assume that your clients would only be... or even in the majority be... women?"\n\n"... uh..." Your blush rapidly fades, your cock even drooping a little.\n\n"Certainly there is more demand for pretty young boys by women than most people would assume... but those are easy to fulfill requests, and we have a number of young men with more experience to handle the majority of them. You'd be mostly servicing women who want someone new, that they haven't had before. And yes I can see quite clearly that you prefer women," she adds with a bit of a smirk, making some of your blush return. "But this job isn't about what you want, it's about what the client wants. If the client wants you to enjoy yourself, you're to act like you're enjoying yourself whether you are or not. If the client wants you to act like you hate it, you're to act like you hate it whether you want to or not. That's whether the one wanting you to enjoy it is slamming his cock in your ass, or the one that wants you to hate it is the woman riding your own cock. That's a basic requirement of the job, can you handle it or not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You guess.|CC2x5]]\n\n[[You just can't.|CC]]

"Well for one thing I don't have a cock anymore!" you blurt, your face flushing in a mixture of anger and embarrassment as you say it. "I mean, my dick might not have been the most amazing one in the world, but I'll kind of miss it if it's gone forever!"\n\n"Oh, is that the issue?" Atalanta says as if relieved, her hand dropping to her chest as she lets out a little huff. "Don't worry, then, and please wait right here, I'll be back in a moment," she adds, turning and trotting through the doorway behind her.\n\nYou just stand there staring after her, not sure what to make of that. You straighten up and rub the back of your head, glancing around the empty shop, then look over again as she comes back out... and stare at what she's holding. A rather sizeable flesh-colored dildo, the sort molded complete with realistic veins and a pair of balls on the bottom. She comes around the counter and walks up to you, and swiftly snags the front of your pants with the fingers of one hand and slips the dildo in with the other, her motions so casual and graceful that you barely have time to blink.\n\n"What on Earth are you mmmmf," you groan, feeling a strange sensation as something rubs against the inside of the cloth. Then you're distracted as Atalanta sinks to her knees in front of you, calmly (and, it turns out luckily, carefully) sliding the zipper down to let your large, stiff cock spring free. You stare, both at it and her, as it juts out from your pants... it's the same length and girth as the dildo, making it bigger than your own was, but it definitely seems very real since you can feel it throb... and as Atalanta wraps her hand around it and starts stroking, shocking a moan out of you.\n\n"Mm, good, this magic is intended to blend but I was worried that there might still be some reaction," Atalanta says calmly as she continues to stroke your cock, reaching into your open fly with her other hand to draw your balls out and fondle them, making you gasp. "Still, I should perform a thorough test on this, both to make sure it's fully functional and that you're fully satisfied." With that she leans forward, eyes closing, mouth opening to briefly show two cute little kitty-fangs right before her lips close around the head of your prick and she begins to suckle.\n\n"A-ah... oh shit," you moan, shuddering and bracing a hand on the counter. Atalanta bobs her head along your prick a few times, slipping more of it past her lips, before drawing back, her hand sliding to hold your prick close to the root as she works her tongue down the sides. It's just a little rough, making you shudder at the more intense friction of it sliding along your shaft's skin, and the underside of the head, before she slips it back into her mouth and starts bobbing her head again. Her hands briefly move up to undo your belt and the button of the pants, letting them drop to the ground, before she rests one on your hip and the other fondles your balls.\n\nYou have to admit, the sight of a very pretty catgirl in a maid uniform staring up at you as she sucks your cock is starting to make you feel a lot less ruffled than you might normally. Though your view of her is somewhat obscured by your covered-up cleavage. Partly because you want to be able to see Atalanta easier, you unzip the hoodie and tug it open. But the sight of those big, heavy breasts tempt you, and it's not long before you raise your hands to them, starting to knead and squeeze your own tits, tweaking at the nipples and moaning loudly as the sensation mingles with that of your cock stretching Atalanta's throat open.\n\nShe gives a soft quag as she takes it all the way down, her nose brushing against your hairless crotch above the root of your cock, before she continues to bob her head a few inches back and forth along it, apparently unconcerned about her air supply. That slightly-rough tongue keeps working over the underside of your shaft, stirring you up more and more as you work your new melons ever more eagerly, with every little thrill of pleasure from them coming to love them more and more. Your cock starts throbbing harder, and Atalanta quickly pulls back, gasping in a bit of air as she slides off your prick and starts stroking it quickly. You give a little cry as your cock shudders in her hand, starting to spurt long, thick streamers of cum across her face and into her open mouth, each spurt almost more than one of your entire loads would have been before. It smears across her face, in her pretty green bangs, one bit of it even hits one of her cat ears and makes it flick.\n\nSwallowing the creamy white pooled in her mouth, Atalanta rises to her feet while you're still busy panting and gasping. She moves to the counter and bends over it, her tail raising up high and taking her skirt with it, baring a pert ass hugged by tight, thin white panties that conform closely to the cleft between her buttocks. She looks over her shoulder at you, her face smeared with your cum, her expression nevertheless solemn as she says, "Now, Master, please feel free to finish testing yourself with my pussy." A beat. "No jokes, please."\n\nJokes are probably the last thing on your mind (even if that one was really obvious) as you shrug out of the hoodie, stepping out of the loose sneakers and pants, completely naked as you move up behind her and skin the panties down around her thighs. Her pussy is visibly wet, glistening and with a bit of gold and green fur on the front of it, some of it wet and matted closer down to her entrance. She gives off a soft gasp as you trace your fingers up and down her slit, then repeat the motion with the tip of your prick. Then you slowly push inside her, feeling her spread open around you. Unable to help yourself, you grip at the base of her tail with one hand, smirking some as the composed catgirl gives a little yip of surprise. As you finish sinking your cock into her, you reach forward with your other hand and begin scratching around her ears.\n\nYou almost melt as she begins purring, not just because of how cute it is, but because it sends light vibrations through her entire body... including her pussy, making it gently vibrate around you. You begin thrusting eagerly, feeling her squeeze and dampen just as eagerly around you, Atalanta giving her own soft, somewhat feline cries as you fuck her against the counter, right there in the store, the door with its flashing 'Open' sign almost directly behind you, anyone that even passed by likely to be able to look in and see not just your bouncing asscheeks and swaying balls, but the sides of your jiggling tits as you fuck so energetically. Eventually you have to shift your hands to grab Atalanta's slender waist as you settle into a near-frenzy of fucking her, the catgirl yowling with abandon until you finally cry out and thrust into her, your cock twitching and pumping your load deep inside, your back arched up high to lift your huge tits up as if on display. Atalanta throws back her head and gives a surprisingly thunderous roar as her pussy squeezes tightly around you, milking you of every last drop.\n\nShortly after, you sit in the break room of the shop, still naked and with your cock flopped over the top of one curvy thigh as Atalanta makes tea. She looks all put-together, but you know that beneath her skirt your cum must be soaking into her panties. "Still, I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do," you admit. "I can access a lot of my assets remotely, but eventually I'll have to confirm my identity in person for some of it, and I won't really be able to do that anymore. I could start over investments, but I'd have to create a new identity for myself, and that's not always as easy as hacker movies make it seem. Not to mention the fact that, well, I look like Mai Shiranui now."\n\nAtalanta pauses in pouring the tea, her ears twitching. She looks up thoughtfully, then turns towards you, handing you the cup. "Well. I do know of a place where a person with your appearance and assets is rather in demand. The Owner knows people there, we could get you a job."\n\nYou quirk an eyebrow. "I'm listening."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|BuddyOct6xEnd]]

"Alright, listen you!" you snap, slamming a hand against the counter and pointing at her with the other. "You said that if I wasn't completely satisfied with my experience, then you'd do what you could to make me satisfied! Well I'm pretty darn unsatisfied!"\n\n"Oh dear, why?" Atalanta asks, looking honestly confused as she tilts her head again. \n\nYou open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. You're just so awestruck by the question that you can't quite rally. Apparently she doesn't get how being turned into the opposite gender is a big deal or something! What is she, from some world where genderswaps are exceptionally common?! But apparently that's not enough, you're going to have to give her a somewhat more concrete reason. "Because-!"\n\n<hr>\n[["-I don't have a cock!"|BuddyOct6x7]]\n\n[["-I can't get laid like this!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-I'm going to miss the party!"|BuddyOct]]\n\n[["-none of my clothes fit!"|BuddyOct]]

No, you're definitely better off going in person, besides if this is really some sort of weird spell or something they'd need you there to undo it, right? But obviously you can't leave the house dressed like you are! You strip out of the skimpy costume and quickly find an oversized white zip-up hoodie in the closet, pulling it on over your bare top... the inside feels a little funny against your apparently sensitive new breasts, and doesn't exactly hide the bulge of them or their jiggling, but they are completely covered at least. You find a pair of pants and a belt that you can cinch a bit tighter around your thinner waist, though they have to stretch a bit over your newly generous hips and ass. Then you grab your wallet, keys, the box, and shove on a pair of now oversized sneakers before rushing out to your car.\n\nYou try not to drive too crazy on your way over, but it's not easy considering the situation... also moving your arms to turn the wheel keeps making your humongous hooters wobble around under the hoodie. Eventually you arrive at Cosplay Casbah, relieved to see the Open sign still on in the window. Grabbing the box, you rush inside, hurrying to the counter where you spot Atalanta (now wearing an admittedly very cute blue and white maid uniform) and slam the box down. "What did you guys do to me?!"\n\n"Ah?" She blinks, looking at you for a moment. Then she raises her hand to her mouth. "Oh dear. Master, what are you wearing?"\n\n"A pair of huge tits I didn't have this morning!" you blurt back, cupping your hands under them and giving them a lift for emphasis.\n\n"No, Master, I mean you changed your clothing. That's pretty bad," she answers, shaking her head as her ears give a flick. "The spell that makes the costume 'authentic' generally only functions until morning, as long as you don't do certain things. One of those things is putting on other clothes. That muddies up the magic and makes it think the form you're currently wearing is natural, so you don't change back."\n\n"WHAT?!" you shriek again. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?!"\n\nAtalanta calmly opens the box, rifling through it for a moment, before holding up a small rectangle of glossy paper that reads 'Before donning costume', which you ignored since you assumed it was basically just some sort of ass-covering liability disclaimer. But sure enough it says 'Do not put on other clothes over costume or change clothes before morning' right as the first bullet point.\n\nYou hang your head, trying to get your breathing under control. You rub your face with both hands, trying to come to grips with all of this. Of course part of your brain wants to say this is all ridiculous, there's no such thing as magic, but you've got tits and a pussy that are a pretty compelling argument otherwise. You take another deep breath, then say, "Okay, what if I put on another costume? A <i>guy</i> costume? Then maybe I'll reset to normal at morning, right? Or at least I'd be a guy again!"\n\n"I really wouldn't recommend that, sir," Atalanta answers, grimacing a little. "It's not a good idea to mix magics. I mean, I will sell you another costume if you really want, but I don't recommend it."\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy a guy costume.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Demand satisfaction.|BuddyOct6x6]]

Wait, the store that sold you this! And that... suspiciously realistic catgirl! They must be behind this, or at least know what's happening! At least, you hope! You scrabble over to the computer, trying to ignore the way your bared breasts (and your ass, you think from the feeling) are jiggling with the motions as you pull the information up about them. There, there's their phone number, you'll call them and find out what's going on!\n\n... Wait, should you really call? If you just claim to have changed sexes on the phone, you'll sound like you're crazy. Maybe you should actually go over there in person, with all of your ID, to at least have a better chance of proving what happened.\n\n<hr>\n[[Call.|BuddyOct7x1]]\n\n[[Go in person.|BuddyOct6x5]]

"... WHAT?!" you shriek, looking down and yanking apart the straps of your outfit, the massive mammaries now attached to your chest tumbling out and wobbling with your movements. You stare at them, then back up at the mirror, watching a real-life version of Mai Shiranui stare back at you with big brown eyes. You quickly shove a hand under the front flap to cup your crotch, and feel nothing... no bulge, no nothing, just a very strange sensation as your fingers touch the plump labia of a female sex beneath the cloth. Even your hips and ass have changed shape, your legs, your arms, everything... you're a bombshell of a woman!\n\nPutting your hands to the side of your head, you try to get your breathing under control. This has to be... a hallucination, or a dream or something, right? Pinch yourself, that's what they always do on TV! For some reason your hands automatically go to your nipples at the thought, giving the pink nubs a firm squeeze, and making yourself yelp (and maybe moan just a little). ... Okay, not a dream. Or if it is it's a really thorough one. \n\n"Ohgod ohgod ohgod," you murmur, reflexively pacing back and forth, then stopping when that sets your tits to jiggling. You stop, swallow hard, then take a few (very slow) deep breaths. Okay... okay, somehow putting this costume on has turned you into a woman. ... An Asian(?) woman. Wait, no, that doesn't matter! You have to think, you have to get help or something... \n\n<hr>\n[[Get help from the store.|BuddyOct6x4]]\n\n[[Get help from a friend.|BuddyOct10x1]]

You eye the image on the box of 'Bouncy Kunoichi'... you're really not entirely certain how you'd wear that thing. For that matter you're not entirely sure how it would stay in place on a woman! It would probably be borderline indecent either way, especially for you since you'd be much more likely to spill out of certain parts of it. ... But, hell, it is kind of a wild party you're going to anyway. And it might be kind of hilarious to show off such a fanservicey, blatantly skimpy outfit on a guy. Shaking your head and grinning, you point at the box with the picture of the well-endowed woman wearing strips of red and white. "I'll take the Mai Shira-, ah, 'Bouncy Kunoichi' costume then, I guess."\n\n"I don't think you'll be disappointed, sir, please enjoy yourself," Atalanta answers as she brings the box over to the counter to ring you up.\n\nYou open up the box when you get home, glancing through. There's not a whole lot to it, really... the skimpy outfit, some gloves and things for your feet, tabi socks or whatever you'd call them, a wig and some makeup, and a couple of folding fans, which are probably the only props the costume really needs. Trying not to talk yourself out of your costume selection, you set it aside until the following day. Early in the evening you lay everything out and, freshly showered, start to pull it on.\n\nFirst there's the extremely skimpy panties. A G-string that, on a woman, probably wouldn't do more than just barely cover her cleft. Still, nothing for it you suppose, so you pull them on and hike the string over your hips, feeling it slip between your buttcheeks, the front of them basically hugging against the bottom of your balls. Pretty daring, but hey. They're a little uncomfortable at first but as you move to start swinging the strips of the main garment into place over your shoulders and belting them around your waist with the scarf, they start to get less so, the strings resting a little easier above the curve of your hips and between the roundness of your asscheeks, the panties resting more easily against your skin. Once you've got the sash with its long tails in place, you sit down on the bed and lift your leg up to start pulling on the socks and buckling on the leg guard, your chest pillowing a little against your curvy thigh as you do up the ties, wobbling some as you shift and lift the other leg instead. \n\nYou hop to your feet easily, chest giving an energetic jiggle as you pull on the gloves and fasten them as well, then sweep the wig onto your head and settle it in place. You run your hands over it, marveling how the seam just seems to disappear, leaving the long brown ponytail swaying behind you as you head into the bathroom. Leaning forward, you rest a hand on the counter and pucker your full lips, applying some of the bright red lipstick to them and smacking them once before straightening up, tits bouncing as you rest your hands on your full, essentially bare hips. "There! Looking great!" you enthuse, doing a few light turns back and forth, the front flap of your outfit flipping up a bit to show off the tiny panties hugging against the curve of your pussy. So sexy!\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait, something seems off...|BuddyOct6x3]]\n\n[[Time to party!|BuddyOct]]

The ratings for this 'Cosplay Casbah' place do seem pretty high, and not all of them seem to be overloaded with pidgin Japanese either so it seems a good bet. You hop in the car and head on over, and are soon walking through the door into an area full of bright colors, shiny plastic accessories, and slightly shinier metal accessories. It's quite a lot of stuff, really, definitely not the bare shelves you were worried you'd find. Of course, with all this stuff, you now face looking through all of it trying to find a costume that suits you. Hm, might actually be nice to have some help...\n\nAs if summoned, what you figure must be an employee steps out from behind one of the racks of clothing. Must be, because she's got multicolored hair, is wearing a black dress of a style that no one would quite wear just for going out shopping, and has, er, is wearing cat ears and a tail.\n\n"Hello, Master, and welcome to Cosplay Casbah," she says, sketching a quick bow with her hands together. Wait, did you just see the cat tail swish around? Huh, must be motorized, either she shops high-end or this store has some seriously upscale stuff. "I am your faithful Servant, Atalanta, and please let me know if there's anything I can help you with today," she says in a slightly formal, rehearsed tone.\n\n"Ah, thanks. Actually I'm looking for a costume for a party tomorrow, and I was hoping you could offer some suggestions, maybe show me the stuff that's in my size?" you ask, grinning at her. She is pretty cute after all.\n\n"The owner guarantees that all of our costumes are 'one size fits all', no matter your proportions," Atalanta answers evenly, gesturing to the nearby rack as if to say you could take any of them you liked right now. Which seems a pretty lofty claim, considering some of the anime and game fans you've met, but she says it with such straightforward sincerity that you kind of believe her. "However, if you would like help choosing, the Owner has a number of 'fully featured' costumes that are complete and come with appropriate accessories as well, so that you do not have to worry about assembling them piecemeal."\n\nThat perks you up. "Oh hey, that would be great! Ah, say, while I'm at it, are these costumes officially licensed?"\n\nAtalanta pauses in mid-turn, her tail flicking very convincingly, ears doing the same, before she turns back to you. "The Owner makes all of these costumes themselves, to satisfy their strict standards of quality and authenticity. So no, I'm afraid they are not licensed and we must refer to them in somewhat more generic terms. However, I assure you that these costumes will provide a level of authenticity that you will not receive from any officially licensed product sir, and if you are not completely satisfied with the experience then I will do everything in my power to make you so."\n\n"Hm. Guess I can't argue with a guarantee like that," you answer, just giving her a light smile. You're not sure if she's actually flirting with you in her own somewhat deadpan manner, or if that's just a general company line... either way best not to be a creep about it. "Alright, what do you have in the full sets?" \n\n"Please follow me," Atalanta answers as she walks over to the long counter along one side of the showroom. She slips behind it and ducks down, then begins lifting boxes up onto the counter, each with a picture of the character whose costume they contain. "Alright sir, we currently have '[[King of the Britons|BuddyOct8x1]]', '[[Hero of Ages|BuddyOct]]', '[[Tuxedo Hero|BuddyOct]]', '[[Space Commander|BuddyOct]]', and '[[Resist Harder Horse|BuddyOct]]' in male costumes," she concludes, setting a box with a picture of positively memetic status on the side on the counter. She ducks back down, her tail the only thing really visible sticking up in the air as she continues. "And in female costumes-"\n\n"Um," you interrupt, fighting the urge to lean over and look at her while she's bent down like that, since you don't want to test just how devoted she is to this whole 'anime girl' thing. "Why are you looking at the female costumes?"\n\nShe pauses, the tip of her tail flicking, before she straightens up and holds up an index finger, informing you solemnly, "'Crossplay' is very popular sir. I highly advise you to consider it, it can make for a very amusing evening for everyone."\n\nYou suppose there would be a lot of laughs if you showed up dressed in a miniskirt, so you shrug. "Yeah, okay, sure."\n\n"Alright, in female costumes we have '[[Bouncy Kunoichi|BuddyOct6x2]]', '[[Princess of the Mushrooms|BuddyOct]]', '[[Anti-Demon Ninja|BuddyOct]]', '[[Meido Honor|BuddyOct15x1]]'... hm, that one might be misfiled," she murmurs, pausing to look at the box once she's set it down. Then she ahs, looking at you and holding up a finger again. "We also have a quite good selection of complete and accessorized [[schoolgirl uniforms|BuddySGStart]] if you were interested in those."

Swallowing your most immediate and visceral reaction, you clear your throat. "That might not be a good idea... the Lieutenant didn't tell us to split up, so if she finds out we did, we'd catch hell."\n\n"Yeah, point," Shyn grumbles. "Alright, let's do the dorm first." She leads the way down the steps, sweeping her slightly larger double-emitter rifle back and forth in front of her as she goes. The dorm level is in much the same state as the areas above... debris from the rooms is scattered around the floor, there's chips and even cracks in the cement walls, and most of the rooms are rather dim. "Alright, I'm gonna keep the stairwell covered. LaChance, check out the rooms, Kaze, check the shower room."\n\nBoth of you nod, with you stopping to sweep your rifle to cover the open doorway of the first dorm room you come to, the lights from your harness illuminating partway in and the spotlight on your rifle reaching the back wall. You can see Veronka continuing on down the hall towards the flickering area of the showers as you make your way to the room across the hall to do the same check... you have no desire to actually go inside, where a lot of the lights are out, and Shyn doesn't seem interested in ordering you to.\n\nYou've gotten to room 117, mildly disturbed by the obvious signs of violence but complete lack of signs of gore in an identical-looking and near-identically-numbered room to your own, when there's a scream. You snap your rifle up and swing it around in time to see Veronka come pelting full speed out of the shower room, pursued by multiple shambling black masses. She yelps as her foot hits a piece of someone's footlocker, ankle obviously twisting as she topples forward, her rifle hitting the floor ahead of her and slipping free, skittering across the concrete to come to a rest against some scraps of cloth near your feet. "Oh God, help me!" she screams, stretching out a hand towards you, her yellow eyes wide with panic.\n\n"LaChance, leave her, let's go!" Shyn bellows from the stairs, already starting to drop back into the stairwell. "It's too late, c'mon!"\n\nFor a horrible, awful instant, everything slows to an absolute crawl, letting you see the malformed, lopsided horrors shambling towards Veronka, led by an almost triangular thing rimmed all up the sides by tentacles and with several large, gnashing mouths in its front, a snaillike lower body shoving it ever closer to the panic-stricken catgirl who's been a thorn in your side for the last month.\n\nCommander Connors said it yourself... one of the things that will get you dead is being a hero...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be smart.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Be merciful.|GGSR]]\n\n[[Fuck it. Be a hero.|GGSR6x12]]

Your name is Jace Cane, and you kill the things that go bump in the night. You are a dark-haired, dark-eyed young man, your features grown angular and harsh from your lifestyle, though most girls would probably find you quite handsome... if there was a place in your life for other people. You are alone, and have been since your parents were killed by a demon when you were a child. Sure, there have been people you've spent time with since then... mentors, temporary allies... but none of them have been able to get through the bitterness and duty that defines your life, if they even cared to.\n\nYou are tall, broad-shouldered, and have a scar that runs under your eyes and across the bridge of your nose. You honestly can't quite remember where you got it... you get beaten up so thoroughly and in such short succession sometimes that it's hard to remember just which ones left which marks. There's a lot of dangerous things out there just under the safe layer of normality most people live in, and you've been swimming below the surface of that layer for a long time.\n\nTo fight the forces of evil, you use...\n\n<hr>\n[[An arsenal of weaponry.|JaceWarStart]]\n\n[[Magic.|JaceMageStart]]

Obviously there's a language gap, but your host deciphers pretty quickly that you're lost far from home and, apparently still quite grateful for returning Asmaneh to him, he still resolves to help you. So you get put up in quite a nice room and even have your own servant, which overall isn't too bad.\n\nOver the course of several months, you learn the language, and can mostly make yourself understood... except that a lot of the concepts you're trying to get across, like time travel and countries that haven't been discovered yet, are just a little too complex. You can't find the common frame of reference to figure out the words you need, so eventually you just give up.\n\nYour former master is still quite kind to you, as is Asmaneh, especially once you explain that you hoped bringing her back would be the result of petrifying her all along. By then, obviously, they've been married for awhile now. But he's a young man yet, a young man looking for ways to establish himself and show his growing power and wealth. Ways like a pretty young foreign bride.\n\nIt's not like you have a whole lot of other options... he's basically already taking care of you completely, and while you don't <i>think</i> he'd just toss you out into the desert if you said no... well. Besides, he's a nice enough guy, all things considered, and he <i>is</i> rich.\n\nSo it comes to pass that eventually, your former master becomes your master again... your husband and master, that is.\n\n<b>Samantha the Genie</b> end - <i>Second bride for first master</i>\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Back to start.|CharGenMain]]

You spend the rest of the weekend doing the usual... hanging out with the other girls that are in Maeve's clique and networking yourself to insure you're top dog among the lesser dogs, doing a little bit of studying (which you find much easier now), taking your meals with Maeve and some of the others, and checking over your clothes to get an idea of what you'll wear over the next week. Toss in a bout of lesbian sex with Erika every few hours and it's a much better weekend than the last one was.\n\nOn Monday, Professor Senna sets all of you to making a piece of paper fold itself. You start to go through the motions, but with the background skills that Maeve passed to you, you find it almost comically easy. Before you know it your wand-gestures have the paper folding itself into an airplane and, with a little tap on the back of it, send it soaring in lazy curls above the heads of the somewhat awestruck other remedial students.\n\nProfessor Senna raises one thin white eyebrow, making her way towards where you're sitting with slow, steady strides, hands clasped behind her back, her voice low enough that it's pitched for the two of you alone. "Well, Layla, I see that Maeve has been helping you 'study'," she murmurs, reaching out a curled finger to bounce a bit of your hair on it. "As well as styling your hair."\n\nYou project polite confusion and mild boredom onto your face, even as you desperately want to blush and/or grind your teeth. For one thing, it sounds like the professor not only has a pretty good idea about Maeve's teaching spell, but just what else you were doing with her that resulted in your makeover. For another, you're not used to any teacher being anywhere nearly that perceptive, and it's got you a little rattled.\n\n"Come with me, we'll discuss your transfer to the full-fledged classes, since you're obviously ready for them. In skill level," she adds, before glancing around. "The rest of you, free study period. And I mean <i>study</i>. Layla, bring your things."\n\nYou gather up your equipment and follow after the robed teacher, staring at the back of her broad-brimmed hat and wondering if you're in trouble. She leads you through the door and into her office, which is surprisingly normal... it looks a lot like your Daddy's study, actually, just no easily-unlockable liquor cabinet or stack of Playboys tucked away halfheartedly (that you can tell). It even has a computer on the desk, which you stare at a little... it's the first piece of modern electronics you've seen since you got here.\n\n"Can I check my Faceboo-" you find yourself asking before you've even realized you were going to speak.\n\n"No. Please, sit down," Professor Senna interrupts, gesturing to one of the comfy-looking chairs in front of her desk as she settles into the desk chair.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[But... my Farmville...|Aspareth4x17]]

You are an adult female between the ages of thirty and forty. You've got some life history behind you and think you have a pretty good handle on things. (Which may or may not be true.) You also think the world is a boring, mundane place with few real surprises around the corner. (Which, again, may or may not be true.)\n\n[[Celeste|CelesteStart]]: A thirty-two-year-old former office worker, you've hit the skids pretty hard. You're living out of your car and the only reason you still have that is that you hide it when you park each night. You've gotta turn things around somehow...\n\n[[Helen|HelenStart]]: A thirty-one-year-old teacher, you've made a real name for yourself over the last several years. You've got your pick of a number of choice assignments, limited only by the opportunities you think you'll provide.\n\n[[Marei|MareiStart]]: You're a thirty-eight-year-old single mother, currently living off the pension and life insurance of your late husband. You spend most of your time doing various work with the community and taking care of your offspring.

Camping seems a good idea. Get back to nature and then do what comes naturally, you think with a grin as you browse the site. It looks like there are two options. One is to bring your own camping equipment and completely rough it out in a fairly large section of the forest, which would certainly give you a much wider variety of spots to get completely away from civilization before violating one of its tenets by having your son fuck you. Or, you can rent a 'historic' cabin... which, since it lists 'basic amenities' as part of its features, means that it has electric lights and indoor plumbing but not a whole lot else. Still, probably less worrying about insects and rain while you're trying to seduce your offspring, so there's that.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tent.|Marei]]\n\n[[Cabin.|Marei]]

Just evening up the odds could always help immensely! Besides, there's always a chance that Ukyo's curse could wind up taking her out of the running entirely, which is all to the better.\n\nYou open up your closet and look over the little row of small water casks. Let's see... you have some "[[Spring of Drowned Cat|ShampooX]]", which would certainly literally even things up between you. Alternatively there's some "[[Spring of Drowned Dog|ShampooX]]"... that feels like giving her a step up over you in some ways, but it's hard to deny the amusement appeal of turning her into a literal bitch. You have some "[[Spring of Drowned 'Lesser Beast'|ShampooX]]"... even the seller apparently didn't have a proper idea of what it is and wasn't interested enough to find out; it's probably some small furry creature not native to Asia, if you had to guess, and that could not only knock Ukyo down a few pegs, but satisfy your curiosity as to the water's type.\n\nAnd of course there's the cask of "[[Spring of Drowned Boy|ShampooX2x2]]". You'd got your hands on it with the intent to bribe Ranma, but have never brought yourself to actually offer it up. (Is it your fault your husband looks so cute as a girl? <i>Is it?!</i>) However, considering Ranma's distaste towards actually being treated like a girl and the affections of men, that could be quite effective at forcing some distance between the two of them.

Taking out your phone, you open it up and tap the camera on, setting the camera to screenside and tapping record. "Hey gang, Wilma again for the Monster Magnet blog, and today I'm recording from an arcade inside Fast Felipe's Fabulous Funland, the infamous abandoned amusement park. I'll have plenty more pictures and maybe some video of the rest of the park, but for now I'm in here soooo here we go! This place actually still has electricity and some of the games are working, so I figured I'd play something. Let's check it out, huh?"\n\nYou reverse the camera and click the screen off, tucking the phone into a pocket on your hoodie that you know should have clearance for the camera before starting to stroll through the cabinets, jingling a handful of the tokens. "Alright, let's see, what's working, what to play...? Some of these look kinda nonstandard... maybe knockoffs? I dunno, you guys tell me in the comments..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Immortal Dethbrawl.|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Tron?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Galaga?|WilmaFun]]\n\n[[Polybius.|WilmaFun]]

You exchange a glance with Maya. "Maybe it had better be me. We don't know what that might do, right?"\n\n"Ahhh, he's doing it to protect her! That's really cute!" Lucoa squeals happily, before clearing her throat. "Alright, one succubus familiar coming up!" she adds in a chirp, holding out her hand to the side, palm downward. There's a loud <i>poof</i> and a roil of smoke, and when it clears there's a brown-skinned girl with long, pretty blonde hair, big blue eyes, horns, and wings standing there. She only looks a year or two older than you, though she's wearing a black leather bustier hugging her full (though not as much as Lucoa) brown breasts, and a matching bikini-style bottom riding high on her hips, along with black leather boots and bracers. "Well, you kids have fun!" Lucoa chirps, before she just... uncoils, into a massive black serpentine form with iridescent wings, taking off and quickly disappearing into the sky.\n\nYou, Maya, and the succubus are all left staring after her with slack jaws. It takes a minute before any of you are sufficiently recovered... it kind of makes you feel better that even the demon was apparently as surprised about that as the two mortals. She clears her throat against her fist, then rests her hands on her hips, leathery wings spreading a bit. "Greetings, my mortal master," she says calmly, somehow reminding you of a cat trying to maintain its dignity after falling off a table. "What would you have of me first?"\n\n<hr>\n[[A blowjob.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Her name.|QOSuc2x3]]

As you're waffling over your decision, your phone pings, and you check it to find a text from Allen saying he'll be gone all weekend. The fact that you won't be interrupted destroys one of your excuses for not obeying, and you find the rest crumbling as you undo your pants and push them and your underwear down, revealing the pink metal enclosure around your cock and balls. Once you've pulled off your shirt as well, you can't help but look down at it and feel a little distress at how small it makes both look... didn't she say wearing it longterm might cause <i>permanent</i> shrinkage? Well... all the more reason to satisfy Saya as fast as possible and get it off, you guess.\n\nYour fingers shake a bit as you sit down to unbox the vibrator and start applying the lube to it, the entire time that you're trying to apply the viscous stuff to it knowing that you're about to be sliding it into your previously untouched ass. What's worse is that once it's lubed up, you still have to awkwardly find a position to put it in from... and that winds up being on your knees and face on the bed, reaching behind yourself to position the lubed-up pink item, trying a few nudges before you feel it up against your pucker. Biting your lip and squirming, you start pushing it in, shuddering some at the unfamiliar sensation of something sliding inside you, spreading you open, penetrating. It's not even that big but it's such an unfamiliar sensation that you're left wiggling your hips back and forth as you try to process it. You push it in further, and further, and almost give a squeak as it suddenly slips further in seemingly of its own accord, settling at a point inside you where it seems like it's unlikely to come out again. Shifting around a bit, after a moment you straighten up slowly onto your knees, glancing down in embarrassment at the thin pink cable running from between your legs (and, you know, into your ass) to the little pink battery case.\n\nAnd then suddenly the bullet gives a hard, firm shake inside you, the suddenness as much as the sensation making you yelp loudly and thrust your hips, your body trembling at the totally strange and unexpected pleasure that the pink bullet buzzing inside your ass brings. It only lasts for a second or two before it stops and you pant a little bit, picking up the battery case and looking at it. You didn't even touch it! But since you're looking right at it, this time you see the little blue light come on as the vibrator buzzes inside your ass again, making you squeak and grit your teeth, your body trembling in time with the vibration that lasts awhile longer this time. You're still left trembling when the light goes off and the vibration ends, and it takes a moment before you can gather your wits to look at the battery case. The indicator beside the blue light that came on shows a set of scaling up bars... power intensity? No there's no way to indicate what it would be on, and there aren't any other indicators on the casing itself. ... Wait, you've heard of these that work on, like... bluetooth, or wi-fi, for people that want to be able to remote activate them for their partner... or, you guess in this instance, slave. But if it's this symbol, then... cellular?! That means Saya can use it on you no matter where you go!\n\nYou groan a little as you realize that must be part of her point... driving home how she has you in her power no matter where you go (presumably as long as you don't leave the country and cause your ass-vibe to invoke roaming charges). Still, there's not much you can do about it, you think right before Saya makes it buzz again almost as if she'd read your thoughts and wanted to agree, making your hips buck and squirm at the feeling of the smooth, shaking cylinder-egg inside you.\n\nYou try to find something to do to distract yourself, like watching a movie or playing games on the computer, but it's hard when Saya buzzes you apparently on her every whim. It's always random enough that you can't brace yourself for it, and sometimes it really does seem like she times it perfectly to disrupt whatever you're doing with the surge of surprise pleasure, to the point that you can't help but think of her as somehow watching over you with some sort of immense power she holds. The damnedest and most humiliating thing is that the more she does it, the more you're forced to admit it feels <i>very</i> good... except even then, even as she buzzes you and leaves it going for multiple minutes until you're panting and red in the face, there's nothing you can do about it. The chastity cage around your cock not only insures that you can't get relief, but that you can't even get hard or rub yourself there, forcing you to experience the pleasure entirely from your ass.\n\nEventually you realize you're getting hungry... and remember the other part of the demand Saya made. You swallow hard, but get some clothes together. You wonder what to do about the battery compartment, but finally realize there's no help for it... you have to unfurl the tightly-rolled strap at the back of it and fasten it around your thigh, like a girl in a hentai, the extra pressure on your leg helping remind you of your situation just like all the others. (At least that one's much easier to start ignoring after a few minutes, especially once you've got your underwear and pants on over it.) Doing your best not to walk funny, and yet somehow suspecting even more strongly than ever that everyone you pass must somehow Know Everything about the cage around your cock and the sex toy buried in your asshole, your cheeks bear an almost constant blush as you try to figure out where to eat that will satisfy Saya's demands but not wind up with you too humiliated.\n\nThe first two places you try have, respectively, only a scattering of people and practically no one eating there. But the moment you start to step in the door the vibe switches on and stays on, leaving you standing there trembling and red-faced with the hostesses looking at you funny until you turn and hurry out, whereupon the vibration stops. Damn, can Saya actually read your mind?! ... No, but she can track the sex toy she's using on you, you realize with a heavy heart as you walk along the sidewalk, and she's obviously lived in this town for a few years... she knows which places are busy on a Saturday night and which ones aren't, and all she has to do is buzz you when she sees your GPS dot in a certain place on the map. And so, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself, you head for the nearby sports bar that you can practically hear the crowd of from outside.\n\nOf course it's packed, and you wind up having to wait to be seated... which Saya apparently enjoys, giving you short little 'jolts' every so often, often just whenever someone sits down beside you or gets up for their table, making you again wonder if she's got some sort of more thorough observation method than just GPS tracking. But finally your name is called and you're shown to a mostly out-of-the-way table. But as if the universe were punishing you for enjoying that one tiny bit of reprieve, your waitress shows up and she's just... almost unbearably attractive. "Hi, are you ready to order?" she chirps.\n\n"U-um, I'll just have the basic bURRRger," you almost squeak as the vibe suddenly buzzes hard while you're talking, making your face go red after your little jolt in the seat. "And a sodah-ah-ah," you stammer as it does a trio of shorter blips inside you.\n\nThankfully she seems not to notice, just echoing back the order and then hurrying off. You slump forward against the table some, doing your best to muffle a whimper as the vibe switches back on at a low, steady thrum for awhile. Saya continues to play with you remotely all through your wait for your meal and even as you try to eat, sometimes short hard buzzes, or long low ones, and everything in between. You're left trying desperately to act normal and like nothing's going on, which just makes you more intensely aware of the vibrator lodged inside you. Every time someone so much as glances at you, for a flash you're sure they heard something, saw something, and it's like you're sitting there naked and exposed save for the pink cage around your prick, the pink strap around your thigh, and the pink cable disappearing into your pucker, until they look away again. You almost think you've gotten through all of it when the hot waitress comes back with your check, except that she stops and smiles at you. "I hope your visit to us was fun tonight, sir?"\n\nEven as you start to reply that it was fine, the vibrator switches back on. "I-it was fah-" But this is no quick buzz... Saya suddenly seems determined to play you like a musical instrument, alternating the vibrator's settings repeatedly as you tremble in your chair.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks innocently, tilting her head. "Is something wrong? Should I get the manager?"\n\n"N-no, no, it's... it's fiiine," you practically whimper as Saya switches to a pattern of short, hard pulses followed by longer steady ones. You slump forward onto your arms on the table, barely holding yourself up. It feels like... it feels like you're getting fucked, like Saya is fucking you from wherever she is.\n\n"Sir?" the waitress asks again, just as a particularly hard buzz from the vibe pushes you over the edge and actually makes you cum from your ass. You can feel your trapped cock twitching slightly, suddenly highly sensitive inside its entrapment as you fill your underwear with a load that's been deliberately built up over two days. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, leaning in closer to you, concern all over her pretty face.\n\n"I'm..." You swallow, still breathing hard, some of your bangs actually damp with sweat. "... I'm fine..."\n\n"Good." She smiles... then leans in, lips almost brushing your ear as she whispers, "You should have just let the Mistress be in charge from the start, bitch. Now go out the back way so you don't bother anyone with your creamed panties."\n\nThe sudden shock of fear at the realization Saya actually does have agents around town mingled with humiliation that the waitress knew the entire time makes your body go tense... and your ass clamp around the vibe, earning a fresh gasp from you. Nodding meekly, you rise and slip into the nearby hallway, hurrying out the service entrance with a steadily spreading dark spot on the front of your jeans. Luckily Saya doesn't seem to be quite cruel enough to buzz you while you're driving, since your return to the dorm is largely lacking in vibe attacks. However, once you do return, you spot another of those bright pink little girl's birthday style presents sitting prominently in front of your door, where it surely must have been seen by other dorm residents by now. Groaning softly, you hurry to pick it up and take it inside. It's fairly flat compared to the last one, and when you open it up you find that that's because all it contains is another envelope... and a purple G-string, the front of it showing a lacey embroidered top and the rest a shiny, smooth surface of gleaming silk. With a whine low in your throat, you open the envelope and pull out the note. It's still fancy and embossed, although this one's considerably longer.\n\n'You were so comfortable confiding in me last night that you told me how hard you'd tried to dress manly. Well too bad! These panties are yours, and you'll put them on right away. Tomorrow, you'll go out shopping for more pairs, at least enough for the rest of the week. They all need to be as cute as these. Make sure to tell the shop employees, nice and clearly, that you're shopping for pretty panties for yourself. -Mistress PS: Remember, the vibe stays in until midnight!'\n\nPanties? Now she wants you to wear panties for the rest of the week?! ... And you have to buy them with your own money?!\n\n<hr>\n[[That's it, this is too far!|GwynSaya]]\n\n[[... better look up a nearby lingerie store...|GwynSaya1x5]]

You have to admit, you're kind of beat. It may have only been a couple of orgasms but they were all intense ones, and you're feeling a bit tired. Besides, you've got plenty of time to play around with these things! You take some time to clean the used toys before putting them away, take a quick shower yourself, then flump into bed, quickly falling asleep.\n\nYou wake up the next morning, changed back again, the pink wig sprawled on a pillow. Grinning, you quickly put it back on, already feeling your body starting to slender out as you head to get the rest of the costume.\n\nOnce again attired as a maid (hm, it's really cute but you wonder if there's any way at all to wear something different?), you take a moment to put in the jeweled plug, biting your lip and making pleased noises as it slides in, then tug your panties back up over your ass, dropping your skirt back into place. May as well stay dressed while you make breakfast (well, closer to lunch, you've slept in quite a bit) just so that nothing sensitive gets splashed. You're pattering towards the kitchen when there's a knock at the door.\n\nYou blink. You weren't expecting anyone today. In fact you specifically tried to steer everyone away from visiting this week. But again there's another insistent knock at the door. Sighing, you head towards the front of the house, figuring you'll have to pretend to be an actual maid and that 'you' aren't home. Of course, you're rather surprised when you spot a familiar face through the window in the middle of the door. Unlocking it and opening it a bit, you poke your face out. "Atalanta? What are you doing here?"\n\n"Good morning, Master," Atalanta replies evenly with a bob of the head. "I apologize for disturbing you at home, but the fact of the matter is that the Owner would like to speak with you."\n\n"... The shop's owner?" You step back and blink at her as you open the door some more. "Why?"\n\n"She declined to share that with me, but was very insistent. I highly suggest accepting this visit," the woman replies, her cat ears flicking slightly.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|BuddyOct16x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|BuddyOct]]

You can't help but think someone's trying to get sued with that name, but you have to admit it's evocative. The long, ivory white, slightly wobbly dildo is modeled on a horse's penis, complete with blunt tip, flared head, and very thick shaft. It should scare the hell out of you, but the moment you saw it you knew you had to try to get it in, the newly-awakened lust for anal stimulation from your previous venture unable to let you say no. The fact that Atalanta told you that your changed body was superhumanly 'durable' might have played a part in that. She also said not to push yourself but, well... you'll work up to the big leagues. \n\nYou decide to start with one of the plugs. You wound up picking a purple one with a cute pink gem on the base, because hey, this body's adorable, why not have adorable sex toys? You lube the plug up thoroughly and then bend over the bed, bracing yourself with one hand and reaching back with the other. It doesn't take much to find your pucker with the tip, and you start slowly pushing it in, moaning softly as the tapering toy pushes you open wider and wider, your slender cock twitching and dripping a little pre. You gasp loudly as you push it past the largest of the bulge and your ass practically sucks it inside of you, the jeweled hilt settling up against your pucker. You moan softly, wiggling your hips and moving your body, constantly aware of the bulging shape inside you. \n\nAfter a few moments you clamber up onto the bed and sprawl on your back, snagging one of the masturbation sleeves and adding a few generous squirts of lube. Pressing the tight little round hole in one end to the tip of your cock, you slowly push it down, gasping both at the tightness around even your slender prick, but also at the way you wind up clenching around the plug in your ass. Even better is when you begin thrusting your hips up into the sleeve, the motions making you work more around the plug and thumping it inside you when your pert ass hits the bed. Unlike your usual, you squeal and moan and cry out plenty, getting off on your own adorable voice as you fuck the latex asshole until you cum in it, every shot feeling like a geyser with your ass clenching around the plug to urge you on.\n\nYou pant for a few moments once you're done, then slide the onahole off before rolling onto your side and reaching back to pull out the jeweled plug. Setting it aside as well, you glance over your other toys before taking the pink 'egg' vibrator and its little control case connected by a cord. Sliding the pill-shaped vibe into your already slick ass, you push it in as deep as two fingers can get it before settling onto your back and taking the remote, flicking it on, then gasping at the sudden buzzing, shaking sensation inside you. Your cock dribbles a little pre again as you pant and squirm, then decide to try playing with your nipples, since they're much pinker and puffier than they were before. You wind up letting out an extremely girlish squeal when they turn out to be very sensitive. Rubbing and pinching your flat boytits, you pant and gasp and moan as you look down at yourself, watching your slender, pretty cock wobble in the air as you jerk your hips, occasionally reaching over to turn the vibration up in between toying with your nipples. When you hit the 'Max' setting it's like pushing an orgasm button, and you grit your teeth and arch your back hard, cock shooting long streamers of cum high into the air to rain down on your belly and chest as you tremble.\n\nYou clean up a little before the next round, and this time wind up selecting one of the more realistically-shaped dildos. The moment you reach between your legs to start pushing it in, and feel your asshole spreading and then closing around the head, you're completely sure of it... you're in love with cock. Moaning sweetly, you keep pushing more of the rubber prick into your eager little asshole, your legs lifted up high to give yourself a better angle to push it in with. The stiff rubber balls press against you at the bottom, and you quickly start pumping it out, whispering "Fuck me, yes, fuck my ass, fuck!" You don't bring yourself off to orgasm this time, instead pulling the dildo out and selecting a slightly larger 'jelly' one, replacing the other. This makes you 'mmf' and squirm as it slides inside you, every squeeze of your ass making it squish in some places and bulge up in others, the rather wobbly, semi-solid feel of it almost as fascinating as it is pleasurable as you fuck yourself with it.\n\nBut you don't get yourself off with that either, instead just bringing yourself to the edge and then letting yourself calm down, lightly playing with your nipples just to keep yourself a little stimulated. Then you roll over onto all fours, braced on one forearm as you pick up one of your other acquisitions... 'King', a dog dildo. Bright red, it's longer than the other two, with a thick knot at the end... something you find yourself looking forward to after the way the plug felt. You bite your lower lip, a bit of a taboo thrill zinging through you as you press the pointed tip to your pucker and start pushing the gradual bulge of the shaft into yourself, the distinctly nonhuman shape making you feel simultaneously guilty and excited. You moan softly as you push it in deeper and deeper, until you feel the bulge of the hard rubber knot pressing against you. You start stroking the rest of the shaft in and out, gasping and whimpering sweetly as you fuck yourself with it, then gradually push the knot inside, letting out soft huffs of intensity at how much it's stretching you, then a yowl as it pops inside, your cock almost instantly jerking and spurting long ropes of creamy white onto the bed.\n\nYou pant for a few moments more, then reach down and begin stroking yourself, moaning softly as you feel your ass clench around the long, canine-inspired faux prick and its hard red rubber knot. You jerk your hips in the air, unable to help imagining a big dog looming over you, panting as empties its load into your ass. (You totally should have bought the version with a 'cum tube' you realize.) Eventually you release your cock and reach back, slowly pulling back on the base of it, feeling your ass stretch again until the knot slips back out. You shiver... then push the knot back in, again gradually letting yourself stretch until it pops inside you. You repeatedly pump the knot in and out of your tight little pucker, until finally you have your first authentic assgasm, your eyes rolling up in your head and tongue lolling out as your spasming, climaxing hole squeezes and ripples around the artificial dog dick.\n\nIt takes a little longer for your mind to clear this time, but you eventually manage to gather your scattered wits enough to pull the dog dildo out and flop onto your back, panting. You look at the area you've been setting the used toys in, then at the layout of unused ones. There's plenty of different ones there... but after making yourself actually cum from your ass alone, and knotfucking yourself with the rubber canine cock, there's only really one thing you could do for a finale.\n\n<hr>\n[[Use Shadowfax.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[Maybe tomorrow night.|BuddyOct16x3]]

"It's not a big deal, just some moving-day blues I guess," you answer with a shrug. "It'll probably take awhile for me to settle in and get used to things, you know?"\n\n"Adapting to a new environment can be difficult," Shirou allows, before he smiles. "Perhaps a party would be just the thing to perk you up and help you feel like you're fitting in."\n\nThat makes you blink. "A party?" Though you do start grinning a little. Apparently American students and Japanese students have at least a little in common.\n\n"It's going to be a fairly large event, with a select batch of students and young alumni there... still a not inconsiderable amount of people. There will be games, and gambling, and discussions of our studies. It will be an invaluable chance to have some fun, meet some of your fellow students, and even do some networking. You are, after all, relatively wealthy now, as well as owning land and a business. It's likely you'll want to make some investments at some point, or have someone invest in you... either way, there will be the sort of people there who can either do so directly or provide you with the connections you need. I'd be more than happy to bring you along as my guest."\n\nWell, since he's offering to bring you as his personal guest, you don't really think you can turn it down. "Alright then, sure, thanks, sounds great."\n\n"Excellent. The party's being held at a building not too far from campus, so we'll meet up here at eight in the evening on Saturday. It's not formal dress, but do try to dress to impress."\n\nWith that in mind, you spend part of the week wandering around clothing stores finding a good outfit... it's a good excuse to stay away from the Hitasuneko until later anyway, as the air continues to be chilly, mildly insulting, or openly hostile depending on who's breathing it there at the moment. You eventually decide on a dark navy suit with a crimson collared shirt... after a fair bit of waffling over a tie, you decide to go without. A bit of a relief since, when you show up for the meeting on Saturday, Shirou has clearly gone a bit more casual from his earlier look as well... he's still wearing a white suit and white shirt, but the cut's a bit more rakish and the shirt has the top few buttons undone, making him look like someone updated a seventies dandy. \n\n"Ah, Austin, good, let's set out, shall we?" Shirou gestures to the sidewalk and you nod, falling into step with him. Shirou grins a bit as you undo a few shirt buttons and rumple your collar a little in imitation of him, but kindly doesn't say anything. "Now, this is a very informal gathering, so no need to stand on honorifics or strict etiquette. There is, however, one rule at these sorts of parties," he adds, holding up a finger. "If you agree to do something, you must do it. That means if you join a party game, you need to abide by the rules until it's done. Similarly, if you make any agreements, you must honor them."\n\n"Not that I'd go around breaking any deals, but you sound awfully serious about that," you note with a bit of a frown.\n\n"I'm not sure you realize just what a prestigious school your great-uncle's lawfirm has secured you entrance to, my friend. There is a heady mix of the most intelligent students, the wealthiest students, and the oldest families here. Many of the alumnus in attendance tonight have already gone on to great success. The price for showing any of them that you're not a man of your word could be... well, don't worry about it," Shirou says, clapping you on the shoulder as the two of you round a corner and start approaching what looks like a three-story office building. "Just follow the rules of any game you play, don't make any promises you can't keep, and don't make any bets you can't cover."\n\n"Bets? There's real-money gambling?"\n\nShirou holds a finger to his lips as the two of you get closer to the entrance. There's a large blonde woman in a suit standing there, wearing sunglasses despite it being well after dark. Shirou presents a card, and she draws a small scanner wand out of her pocket, running it back and forth over the card. She stares at him briefly, then at you, then nods and turns to the door. She waits a moment for there to be a soft click, then opens it up, music spilling out briefly as the two of you step forward and inside. The music's loud but not quite at a painful volume, luckily, though there's plenty of flashing colored lights. It looks like the bottom level has been turned into a mostly open area, fitted with a glowing dance floor, seats and tables, and a bar running along one wall, as well as a DJ booth lifted about halfway up the wall at one end. "Yes, there's gambling, on the third floor," Shirou says, only having to raise his voice slightly to be heard above the music. "Poker, roulette, a few other games of chance and skill. The second floor is focused more around party games and other typical activities, I think there are even a few video rooms. Down here, of course, there's dancing, the bar, and a few other fun things to partake in." He winks at your mildly shocked expression. "All purely voluntary on your part, of course! Now, I need to go say hello to a few people, but I'm sure that I'll catch up to you shortly. Until then, enjoy yourself as you like!"\n\nYou do feel abandoned as Shirou heads off, but not too much... you're not some shy, wilting wallflower, this is hardly your first college party. Okay, it might be the first one on a scale like this but still. You head on in, taking in the ambiance, noting that the outfits range from "full formal dress" to "barely there". Obviously the party's already been going on for a little bit if clothes are already starting to come off. Now let's see, first decision is, where to go to do something...?\n\n<hr>\n[[First floor.|Austin]]\n\n[[Second floor.|AusJP2x2]]\n\n[[Third floor.|Austin]]

"Let's go up to the bridge, I want to review the captain's logs," you announce, stepping back around the console.\n\nThe four of you make your way to a turbolift and take a rather short ride to the bridge... this small science ship really can't compare to the <i>Venture</i> for sprawl. You step out onto the much smaller and more simplified bridge, though if anything it has even more smooth curves and rounded edges than the <i>Venture</i>'s bridge does. What is it about rounded edges that says "science" in this setting? The viewscreen is still active, showing a view of the abandoned hulk also sharing the orbit. It looks like an odd cross between a Klingon and Romulan ship... it has that sense of being some giant, flying, predatory beast, the curves and indentations of the hull very much giving the impression of a long, reptilian muzzle with bared teeth.\n\nNodding the security officers to make a circuit of the fairly small space and leaving Dr. Fukher to her own devices for the moment, you move to the captain's chair and settle into it, pulling the nearly spherical computer panel around. Luckily, when you were promoted, Starbeat sent out a system update to all their ships that gave your security code access to things like captain's logs for the purposes of such investigations. You call up the captain's logs since arriving in the system and begin going through them.\n\n"-not sure at this point whether the ship was created by the same ancient species that built the ruins below. At this point, learning all we can from sensors before sending expeditionary teams, though I'm hearing a lot of complaints from eager scientists who-"\n\n"-now fairly certain that the ship is from another race. An old and extremely advanced one, highly amoral by our standards, who-"\n\n"-ship may not have been in orbit, or abandoned, nearly as long as we thought. Perhaps only a few years. Means that we've never encountered this race, but they're capable of entering our space with relative ease. Considering what we know, this could be a disastrous revelation. I don't want to alarm Starbeat just yet, but I-"\n\n"-begun disappearing. I've sent out a distress call, but I'm not sure how long we can-"\n\n"-on the ship! They're on the ship, grabbing us up left and right! My god, they're almost as bad as RubBorg, and they're so <i>fast</i>! They're outside the bridge now, trying to get in, not sure how long I-"\n\nThe last log actually cuts off there. Frowning, you look around the bridge. There are no real signs of battle... you'd think if there had been a boarding action, there would be visible damage. Then again, these were scientists with only a token security contingent that was probably mostly dispersed to the exploratory sites... if the invaders were highly advanced, they may have taken the ship without too much trouble.\n\nYou tap your comm badge. "Commander Hawt to <i>Venture</i>." You wait a moment, but receive no response. Frowning, you tap the badge again. "This is Commander Hawt to the <i>USS Venture</i>, please acknowledge."\n\nAfter several moments of silence, a response does come through your badge... a hissing and clicking that it takes the universal translator a moment to start rendering into deep-voiced English. "This is the Raptarran vessel <i>Dominance</i>. You have invaded one of our acquisition vessels. For this your freedom is forfeit. We are already processing the crew of your <i>Venture</i> after they put up a truly feeble effort at resistance. Surrender now and you will be allowed to retain your own forms during your lifetime of slavery. Resist, and you will join your crew in being subject to the whims of our science division."\n\nYou glance sharply at the male security officer, and he quickly moves to what passes for the tactical panel of the science ship. Whatever he sees makes him pale a little and look up at you, so apparently the voice is speaking the truth about the <i>Venture</i>. You look around at the others... the other security officer has a mask of bland professionalism in place, but Dr. Fukher looks terrified. You wonder if your own fear is showing as nakedly, and hope not.\n\n"Well, Commander Hawt?" the voice on the other end of the line asks, snickering a bit audibly. "What will it be? Submission and slavery in your own bodies... or resistance and mutation at the hands of our scientists?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fake surrender.|TrekFPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fight.|TrekF2x11]]

"I, I, I, I would never!" you stammer, face flushing. Years of social conditioning that getting caught staring at a girl is tantamount to violating her come crashing down, and you even bring your hands up to wave them in negation. "I didn't!"\n\n"Oh?" Saiko blinks at that. "What, not even a little?"\n\n"No, definitely not, Saiko, I didn't stare at all, really!" you assure her, nodding firmly as well.\n\n"That's so strange, I had you pegged for a straight boy, and straight boys almost always love tits," she muses aloud, as if sincerely confused... though you catch a bit of a smirk briefly on her lips. "Even most gay guys like boobs, even if it's just to look at."\n\n"I... well I like... I mean, just... I wasn't staring, honest!"\n\n"Hmmmm, not staring even a little. Well, there's only one sort of person who wouldn't look at my boobs even a little," Saiko says with a firm nod. "So for your change, I declare that you should be what you clearly already are inside... a slutty girl who's completely addicted to cock."\n\nYour entire face flushes in a mixture of humiliation and anger, only for you to be distracted at a hot rush that runs through your entire body. It's like standing next to a fire so intense that the heat goes all the way through you, and yet isn't painful or uncomfortable... if anything it brings a borderline orgasmic pleasure that suffuses your entire being. Moaning, you look down at yourself, your eyes widening but your body largely immobile as your chest swells outward, rounding out and becoming two very distinct globes. You can feel something going on in your pants, too, somehow aware of your cock and balls getting smaller and smaller, and a fresh, wet heat opening between your legs. You get an even better look at your new boobs as your jacket and shirt shrink, the jacket quickly disappearing entirely, while your shirt turns into a bright crimson halter-top that not only shows a generous amount of your new cleavage, but as your tits continue to grow, also shows a glimpse of the undersides of them. Your pants are drawing upward and reshaping too, turning into a glossy, even trashy microskirt short enough that in your sitting position, your new and totally bare pussy is shown off. Needless to say it also shows your legs as they reshape from the lean male muscle you're used to into curvaceous thighs and sleek calves, your shoes becoming a pair of what you've mentally called 'fuck me heels' before, becoming bright red. You can feel your hair brushing across your shoulders and your bare lower back as it lengthens, and even a slight weight on your face as brightly-colored lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush appears. Your shoulders slim out and, as you bring your hands up to stare at them, your arms too reshape to become slender and feminine, your nails gaining length and turning glossy bright red as well, your stylish male watch becoming a handful of costume jewelry bracelets.\n\nAs you're still staring at yourself, a thought pierces through the haze of your shock: 'I need cock.' You start a little, lifting your head to stare at Saiko, who only smirks at you as your internal voice, now a soft, eager feminine whisper urges 'I want to suck a big, fat prick, I want to get bent over and have a thick dong shoved in my ass, I want to be used by dozens of men whose faces I never see, cock cock cock cock-'\n\nClutching the sides of your head and shaking it, you do your best to force the insistent, slutty voice down, reminding yourself you're a guy, a straight guy, you like girls, you know who you are, you're Austin. After a minute or so you stabilize... and yet that soft voice is still constantly, insistently whispering about its desire for dick around the edges of your consciousness. "Wh-what... how...?" you stammer, wincing a little at the sultry, feminine set of your voice.\n\n"Hm? This is the sort of Change you can do in this game! It's not limited much at all, as long as the person can still continue the game! Kukukuku," Saiko chirps, covering her mouth with her fingertips as she laughs. "And you becoming a slutty girl doesn't stop the game from proceeding at all! In fact, it's your turn... Augustine!" she adds with a bright look on her face, some of the others in the circle snickering at her little 'joke'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Make a run for it!|AusJP]]\n\n[[Calm down and pick someone.|AusJP]]

Well, since she's so into this whole 'change' thing, maybe you can play along. She'll probably just have you put on a cat ears headband or some facepaint or a mask or something. You've done sillier crap trying to impress a hot girl. "Change."\n\n"Ooooo." The way her eyes sparkle certainly does seem to indicate that you've impressed her, though together with the way she's smiling it makes that glint somehow seem more... predatory. "Ooo, I'm so glad, you're really getting into the spirit of things! Hmmm, what to pick for the first change... actually!" She visibly perks up, holding up an index finger. "First, let me ask you a question."\n\n"Hey, I didn't choose Truth!" you protest.\n\n"Oh, I know I know, this is more for my personal edification, you might say," she replies with one of her soft 'kukuku' laughs. "So don't worry, even if you decide to lie, the Lantern King won't punish you. Although I might," she adds, eyes almost literally flashing. Okay, even if this goes well, you think that officially means you'd be sticking your dick in crazy. Which suddenly you forget why that's a bad idea as she brings her hands up and runs them up the slopes of her breasts, thumbs pressing on the sides of her sweater so that she flashes a good half of each nipple at you. "When you first saw me... were you staring at my tits?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, of course not!|AusJP2x6]]\n\n[[Well, a little.|AusJP]]\n\n[[Abso-fuckin'-lutely.|AusJP]]

"Er. Okay," you acknowledge, nodding slowly. "I guess I can see them."\n\n"Thank you. If you'll wait inside, I'll show her in."\n\nYou shrug, turning to walk into the living room... and blush as your steps make you flex around the plug you've still got in. You'd forgotten about it for a moment as you stood there talking to Atalanta, and now you realize you've got to have an entire conversation with this mysterious 'Owner' with it in. Just great. You ease yourself into one of the chairs, doing your best to ignore the sensation of the plug in your ass, when Atalanta returns, followed by another young woman, this one with her hair in two long ponytails, wearing a red sweater, black pleated skirt, and black thigh-highs.\n\n"Oh, please don't get up," she says breezily as she walks in, one hand resting on her hip as she flippantly gestures with the other. Then she smirks at you... though it's almost more of a leer. "I imagine you were just getting comfortable."\n\nYou fight the urge to squirm at the distinct feeling that she somehow knows about the plug... which would only get more obvious if you started squirming and got a full hardon as opposed to the half a one you have now. Trying to cool your blushing cheeks, you clear your throat. "Um, hi. I'm-"\n\n"I know who you are, that's fine," she says with a little flap of her hand, before settling down on your couch and folding one leg over the other, then daintily setting her hands on her knee. "My name is Rin Tohsaka. Well, it wasn't always, but it is now," she says with another smirk, eyes glittering. "And I created that magic costume you're wearing. If I had to guess, you might be thinking 'Why?', among other things, right?"\n\n"... Have to admit, it crossed my mind," you answer with a nod. "I mean... a magical costume that transforms you into what it is. And you don't even tell people that's what it does up-front, and it doesn't even cost that much. Why do all that?"\n\n"For the love of perverted cosplay, of course!" she snaps back, suddenly sitting forward and clenching a fist, smile and eyes wide, nostrils flaring. "Perverted cosplay is my passion! So much that when I found a magical artifact that let me have a wish, I figured out a wish that would let me take it to the top level!" She pauses, then leans back and resumes her more dignified pose, clearing her throat. "My first wish, of course, being for a costume that would turn me into Tohsaka Rin of the Fate series. I then both wore the costume and, with my new magical abilities and knowledge from wearing it, studied it. Of course by the time I figured out how to reproduce the effect, it was completely permanent, but not like I mind," she says cheerfully, leaning her head back and gazing up at Atalanta with a grin. "We have lots of fun, don't we, Atalanta?"\n\n"We do, Master," the catgirl answers solemnly, before leaning down and kissing Rin upside-down on the lips.\n\n"Mhm, of course we do," Rin chirps, then looks back at you. "I don't necessarily lie to people, but it can lead to lots more fun if the effect sneaks up on them a little. And it led to a loooot of fun for you, didn't it?" she purrs, that smirk-leer returning.\n\n"W-what makes you say that?" you stammer, feeling your entire face heat again.\n\n"I can spy on the vicinity of all my costumes, of course," Rin replies easily, drawing a fingertip across her lips then sucking on it a bit before continuing. "I watched you play with your cute little ass all night last night. Fucking yourself with those dildos, and a dog one, my my, so perverted," she continues in a lusty near-growl, while you squirm (and thus work yourself on the plug). "I was really hoping you'd try out the horse one, but then again if you had I might not have decided you needed an extra nudge."\n\n"... Extra nudge?"\n\n"You've got exactly the sort of creative, perverse, open mind I love to see in someone!" Rin says, spreading her hands a bit. "But you'll just be limited by going it on your own. Having to re-don the costume every day, following the rules of it, limited by the opportunities of staying by yourself so no one else questions where this adorable pink-haired trap came from. So instead, why don't you come live with me?" She rests her hands back on her knee, lightly kicking her foot. "I have a facility with lots of other cute Servants... plenty of big, hung male ones, if that's what you're interested in. Lots of pretty ones like Atalanta too... you may not be interested right now, with that Astolfo costume having a pretty tight grip on you, but settle in a bit and the desire to fuck some pussy will probably come back to you."\n\n"Master," Atalanta says blandly.\n\n"I know, I know, it's a lazy pun." Rin rolls her eyes, then clears her throat and continues. "What do you say? Come live a life of constant pleasure and good times with me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|BuddyOct]]\n\n[[No.|BuddyOct]]

You nod in acknowledgement, moving to one of the chairs in front of Eve's desk and lowering yourself into it... and it's plenty low. You find yourself with bent legs, having to spread them a bit to get comfortable at all, and looking up at Eve from where her desk sits on a slight rise. The tiny grin the curls her lips says all you need to know about the intentional nature of having you gaze up at her. Then again, it's also not exactly a bad view.\n\n"Now, as to the reason I have summoned you here," Eve begins, now slowly rising from her desk and taking a moment to tower above you from the added height, before tucking her hands behind her back and starting to circle around the desk. "Obviously I have work for you to do."\n\n"Obviously," you agree, unable to help following her motions with your head, thus continuing to look up at her as she comes around to the front of the desk. Still standing on the raised portion of the floor, she leans back somewhat against the desk and then gradually, and somehow both subtly and deliberately spreads her legs. You catch yourself looking, seeing the faintest hint of black before you yank your head back up, but it's obvious she got you to look and your face burns as you see that little smirk grow the tiniest bit.\n\n"Now, on this particular mission, you will be under my direct supervision in the field, as I intend to be right on top of you every step of the way." Her voice is somehow a perfect blend of cool military formality and the vaguest hint of something sensual and suggestive simply by the fact that it is so direct and simply stated while her eyes bore into yours. "You won't have a problem with that, will you?" she continues, leaning forward so that she's both looming over you and putting her breasts more directly in your line of sight. "Being under me?"\n\n<hr>\n[[No, ma'am.|GGMS2x7]]\n\n[[We'll see who's top dog.|GGMS]]

'Nah, nah, fam, you've got it all wrong,' you think a bit smugly as you arrive at the office door. 'Money isn't the only thing to bribe her with!'\n\n"Agreed. Explain your reasoning."\n\n'Back before I ran afoul of Cyan, I wasn't such a bad hacker myself, y'know? One of the absolute easiest things to find exploits for in the MMO was to give yourself huge amounts of currency. But it was way, way harder to get ahold of items that couldn't just be bought from vendors or on the market. People coveted that shit, it was a symbol of status, but more than that I always got a huge rush out of those special items that no one else had, the ones people couldn't just buy.'\n\n"You believe that Mimori would be drawn in with an offer of some sort of power of a highly exclusive nature. Perhaps being taught magical spells, which are still considered fictional by the vast majority of individuals even in the twenty-third century."\n\n'S'what I was thinkin', yeah! Someone like this, they can't be doing it for the money, she'd already have more than she could ever spend if that was it. Nah she's gotta get turned on by the power, the fact that she has all this exclusive access, I bet power and being the in-demand elite operative gets her panties wet more than anything. Offer to teach her how to make reality bend to her whims, even a little, that she could be an operative to an authentic witch, and I bet she'd get on her knees for Cyan in a heartbeat.'\n\n"Considering that the profile of the simulation character is based on the real Mimori, who quite literally did exactly that, I would say you have passed this initial simulation. We will forego the actual negotiation and instead move on to the next scenario."\n\nYou abruptly find yourself back in the loading construct. A flickering circle of light passes up over you from the floor, shifting you from a cyberdog back to yourself, once again clad in the mission gear you were wearing before (and all-female again). Then the scenery changes again, and you're standing on the sidewalk outside of a grand-looking hotel building in the downtown area of a flashy city, definitely very futuristic to your eyes.\n\n"Inside this building is an influential politician. While he is well-known to have numerous appetites, he is always extremely strict about obeying strict legality while doing so. He is quite frank about this, which has so far kept his predilections from having any affect on his career. Mistress Cyan wishes to gain influence over him, your job is to secure that influence. Now, taking all that you learned in the previous simulation into account, how do you proceed?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's hijack an employee!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack one of his guards!|Chocola]]\n\n[[Let's hijack a hooker!|Chocola1x7]]

"Hey, gu-, er, girls, could you give me a second? I've gotta make a call real quick," you note, slipping your phone out and holding it up slightly. Maya and Keva both give their assent so you slip off to the side and around a corner, largely out of sight of everyone, before tapping the screen to dial a contact. "Hey, Mom?"\n\n<i>"Yes, dear, is everything all right?"</i>\n\n"Yeah, it is. I mean, um... I'm out with Maya and Keva and something sort of occurred to me. I mean, that spell you did on Kevin, is that something I could..." Your face colors. "Is that something I could do to myself?"\n\n<i>"Oh, you want to try being a girl! Oh Jamie that makes me so happy, you'll make such a beautiful daughter!"</i>\n\n"Mooooom," you groan, putting a hand to your face.\n\n<i>"Sorry, sorry. No, I think everyone gets curious about that when the possibility's presented, anyway. But you don't need a spell for that, dear... it's a little more effort to change your form other than just making your body obey you, but only a little. Just get a good, clear picture in your head of how you want to change, and then give yourself a good hard inner 'push' towards it, your body should do the rest. As for changing everyone's perceptions, I can tweak Keva and Maya's memories pretty effortlessly from here, I should have it done by the time you've finished changing. I'll whip up a spell to change everyone else's memories too, just in case you want to try it out for a few days. Just text me when you're ready to turn back!"</i>\n\n"Um, 'kay. Thanks Mom." You tap the button to end the call and put your phone away. Wow things with her have taken an odd turn. But you close your eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on 'girl, girl, make me a girl, make me a girl', and doing your best to push really hard towards that idea. You can immediately feel your body starting to change, hair pushing out from your scalp and down around your shoulders and back, your chest starting to expand, as well as your hips and ass shifting and rounding out. It's definitely an odd sensation to feel your body just... shifting, especially since you're fairly aware of the huge cock and balls you've recently acquired gradually shrinking away to nothing, and the faint sensation of the skin between your legs blossoming open into a pussy. Of course you're rather more distracted by <i>how</i> much your chest is expanding, staring down at it as your baggy shirt is lifted up and out, almost enough to bare a bit of your belly. Apparently it changed to match your previous endowment, because they're as big as your mother's. In her human guise, at least, you're not sure what you'd have done if they were like her succubus form's!\n\nYou're just trying to steel your nerve to head out when your phone bleeps at you. Blinking, you pull it out and look at the text from your mother. 'By the way, you're not a succubus now. You're an incubus in female form. But that means that since you're not using your cock, sex with girls should be fine, even if it will probably turn them lesbian. Old rules still apply if you decide to regrow your cock though! Love you! -Mom' Aaaand she added a ton of heart emojis. And an eggplant. Truly your mother is in the weird era between those who treat texts like emails and those who abuse the emoji button.\n\nYou return to the other two, and it looks like whatever your mom did worked, since neither of them bat an eye at you rejoining them as a girl. Of course you start to wonder if other people somehow know, since as the three of you walk along sometimes people will stare. ... Then you realize that they're staring because you're a trio of girls, with Maya and Keva being really pretty, and you... having big boobs and no bra. Right. \n\n"So, Jamie, what do you wanna do?" Maya asks helpfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clothes shopping.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Super girly outing!|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Overly affectionate lesbian date.|QOFamInc]]\n\n[[Just hang out.|QOFamInc]]

Hm, okay, let's tryyyyy... Gold! Tapping the selection, you look up as Tifa starts moving again... then yelps as a gold ring appears through her nose. "Wha?!" she squeaks, raising a hand up to touch it, not even noticing as a pair of stubby little horns pokes out of the hair atop her head.\n\nBut she definitely notices as her tits begin to expand, the barmaid gasping loudly as the already large globes begin swelling outward, her hands coming down to rest atop them. As you watch, though, her chest directly below them begins to swell, bunching outward into a pair of small, round growths that quickly poke out a pair of nipples. Tifa's new, second pair of tits begins growing even more rapidly than the original, soon catching up to the first pair, the top two tits still nominally covered by Tifa's ever more stretched white top, the bottom pair completely in full view and giving you a good look as her nipples thicken and lengthen, starting to dribble and spurt white liquid, her top soon soaked where it's stretched over her nipples as well.\n\n"What's... what's happening, I... oh God it feels so good," Tifa whimpers as her tits just keep growing. You can see dark splotches start appearing on her skin... giving her a cow-print look to go with her four massive milky mammaries. Her top begins to tear in the middle, then finally gives up the fight, ripping completely asunder and spilling her top tits free to jiggle and wobble heavily atop the bottom pair, the sloshing of milk practically audible as they settle into place, all four of them jiggling and wobbling with her every shudder and whimper and apparent orgasm.\n\nFinally the growth stops... you'd say all four of her tits are easily about four times the size the original two were, and seem to be leaking a constant stream of milk from the thick, inch-and-a-half nipples. Tifa whimpers with almost every breath... though there are other, slightly more animal sounds escaping along with it. Her legs are shaking a little, wetness running down her inner thighs, and she obviously has to gather herself before she can try to speak... and the first thing out of her mouth is, "Mmmmoooooo." That makes her blush brightly and clap a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, before she tries again. "Eric... what happened to moo?!"\n\n"Some sort of weird magical item must've gotten equipped to you," you answer, honestly enough, though you're barely able to keep yourself from snickering.\n\n"Gotta get it... gotta..." Tifa swallows hard, and gives another 'mmmooooo', before whimpering softly and squeezing at her upper breasts' nipples. "Gotta get miilllked! S-so full... Eric, p-please, milk me!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Hand milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Machine milk her.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Fuck her instead.|FF7X]]

"Okay," you answer after a moment's thought. "Go ahead and tell everyone I'm here."\n\n"... You think I won't?" Orkin growls, any signs of his seeming jocularity drop away. "You think I'm the sort that makes idle threats, boy?"\n\n"No, go ahead and do it. I'll march back out there, no cloak, helmet on. Anyone comes at me, I'll fight 'em right in the middle of Commerce Central, blasters blazing. And if I can't find my bounty head because they ran, that's fine... I'm sure someone there in public will have a bounty on them, and I'll snag them to collect it right there in front of everyone. And then..." You let your own lips curl in a smirk. "Once I've dropped them off, I'll come back and do it again."\n\n"..." Orkin's lips are pressed together now, small, dark eyes narrow as he glares at you, smoke trailing up from his seemingly forgotten cigar.\n\n"And again, and again, and again. I will become this station's most regular visitor, and I'll always grab the first bounty head I see in the most public place, until people are afraid to go anywhere they spend money, until you have to destroy the reputation of your open door station to either ban me or chase me off." You raise your eyebrows. "Or, you can give me the Ami and the Quatra Twins, and I can be out of here in an hour and not come back."\n\n"You're playing a dangerous game, little man," Orkin rumbles, snorting out heavily before taking another long drag on his cigar. "... Fine. Those Quatra Twins have been trouble just waiting to happen for awhile now anyway. I'll give you their room number... the boy usually returns home around 1900 station time. At 1915 I'll flood the room with knockout gas, and clear it at 1920. You grab them, take them by the cargo tram to the docking spire, and I want you off this station for good at 1930. We clear?"\n\n"Seems reasonable to me, I appreciate the help," you answer, resisting the urge to shoot a smug look at Ami. \n\n"I assume you'll at least pay me a fair market value for the fleshdroid?" he adds in a grumble.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fine.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Ha ha ha go fuck yourself.|Cypher6x2]]

"Seems to me that since you didn't pay anything for her in the first place, all the cleaning she's been doing for you has already been pure profit," you answer, struggling not to add 'You slaving piece of shit'. "You're not actually losing money on giving her to me, so no, no deal, just let her go. With me," you add.\n\nOrkin actually goes red in the face. It's not just a slight flushing, either, he actually turns bright crimson and something like a spined fringe rises from the top of his head, practically quivering with rage as he slams a hand down on his desk. Then gradually the color fades back to grey, the fringe retreating and disappearing into his skin. "... Fine. Take her. Get out of here. And don't <i>ever</i> come back or you'll find out just how willing I am to throw away my policies to keep you out."\n\nStanding, you urge the slightly trembling Ami to her feet and walk out of the office. The moment the doors have closed she whispers, "Cypher, I'm not sure that was a good idea, he seemed <i>really</i> angry."\n\n"We'll just have to do our best to never come back here, like he said. Besides, this way we can get Three, and our bounty, and get out of here."\n\n"Well, there is that," Ami allows softly, bobbing her head. "Still... I'm worried."\n\nPatting her back reassuringly, you lead the way back to Commerce Central. There the two identical girls have another hugging reunion, and it's explained that Three can come with them. "From now on, Cypher, just call me Two, okay?" Ami, ah, Two explains, pointing at herself. "Thank you, thank you so much!"\n\n"It's my pleasure." You smile, then check the chronometer on your wrist, which has been set to display station time. "Okay, Three, I'd like to get you some new clothes or take you back to the ship, but we need to be in Hab Ring Two by 1920 and we don't have that long."\n\n"I understand. It's definitely better than staying here," the scantily-clad girl answers as she leans her broom up against the wall and follows after you.\n\nSoon the three of you are standing in the corridor outside the designated room, waiting as you watch your chronometer. At roughly 1916, you can very faintly hear one light thump, and then another. You still have to wait another four minutes before the door slides open and you can step in. Slumped on the floor on either side of a small table are the Quatra twins, Jeanne wearing nothing but a t-shirt that's ridden up to completely bare everything below her chest, and Jaune in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs. You slap restraint rings on both of them, then carry them to the cargo tram for the noisy, jarring trip back out to the docking spire.\n\n"Aaaand stored!" Sierra's voice announces as the sleeping forms of the prince and princess sparkle and disappear. "Who's your new friend, Boss?"\n\n"Sierra, this is Three, Ami's sister. Er, though we're calling Ami 'Two' now, okay?"\n\n"Alphanumerical by me, Boss! I'll go ahead and set course for Tessalon Prime so we can turn the bounty in, huh?" At your confirmation, Sierra disembarks from the spire, setting off across the lightly-populated space around the station. However, only seconds after the stars stretch and warp into the flickering purple tunnel you're growing used to, an alarm tone starts blaring. "Oh no, Boss! We've got a wormhole intrusion!"\n\n"What?!" you yelp, tapping at the controls to bring up holoscreens.\n\n"Someone's pushed their way into the same wormhole as us by matching our dip-signature and riding our wake!" Sierra explains, as you manage to bring up a somewhat indistinct view of a pair of small, fighter-like ships, one bronze colored and the other gleaming black and almost reflecting the light of the wormhole tunnel, a moment before there's a bright flash and the whole ship rocks violently. Two and Three cry out as they're sent sprawling to the deck, with you barely managing to stay in your chair. "Ionization weapons! We're losing wormhole sync! Brace for unprepared realspace!"\n\nThe flickering colors outside suddenly strobe painfully through a number of colors you don't even have real names for, before there's a sickening flash of zero gravity before the view outside becomes one of a planet rapidly growing larger. But unlike any of the space travel before, which was essentially sensationless, it now feels like you're in freefall, able to do nothing but grip the arms of the pilot's chair as a large green continent rushes towards you, Sierra's almost panicked voice shouting to be heard over a steadily growing shriek.\n\n"All grav and thruster units offline, we're caught in the planet's gravity field! Diverting all power to crash projectors! Brace! Bra-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Wham.|Cypher6x3]]

You come to with your head buzzing like you'd left a pair of powerful headphones on with heavy metal dialed up to max volume. Groaning at the throbbing feeling, you shift on the deck, feeling a strange, uncomfortable pressure on the front of your chest from being flat against it. Your bare toes press against the deck as you search for a feeling of being anchored, and gradually push yourself up. "Ami?" you call dazedly, your voice sounding strange in your ears. Shaking your head as if it could clear the cobwebs, you correct yourself. "Two? Three?"\n\n"They're okay, Boss," Sierra's voice comes, sounding scratchy and tired. "Just out cold. Bonks on the noggin, nothing serious."\n\n"Sierra?" You look around the interior of the ship, which is dim, a few panels hanging open and showing faintly blinking lights inside. Outside the forward port is greenery, some sort of forest full of tall trees with wide, smooth-seeming trunks. "Are you alright?"\n\n"Not... so much," Sierra answers after a moment. "I got pretty banged up setting us down. Nothing my self-repair functions can't handle, but... estimating 43,000 standard hours to bring me back up to being able to leave the planet's surface. I'm... gonna hafta shut down until then, to avoid system degradation."\n\n"W-what? Sierra, wait..." You take a few steps towards one of the consoles, feeling a strange sensation on your chest as you do. You look down, then squawk in surprise at the sight of C-cups under brown cloth. "What?! What happened to me?!"\n\n"S-sorry," Sierra replies, her voice turning scratchier as the lights in the panels blink more slowly. "You hit your head pretty bad when we struck ground, despite the crash projectors. I put you in storage, but I was worried that with the head injury, your mental pattern might degrade while I was shut down. I could have just put it in storage separately, but... then the Amis would have been all alone, and I knew you wouldn't want that. Jaune's pattern is in a section that needs to be rebuilt, but Jeanne's was fine, so... I put her mental pattern in storage and rematerialized you in her body. I wish I could have included your suit, but... I was running out of power for the rematerializer."\n\n"Sierra... i-it's okay, I understand," you answer, your concern for your friend overriding your shock. "But please, don't shut down, we need you."\n\n"Can't, Boss... even if I wanted to push through it, my self-preservation subroutines won't let me. Plus I'd just conk out again in a day or two. I'm on my last few seconds before sleep mode. But before I do... be careful, Boss," she adds, her voice descending to a whisper. "Those ships will have to go all the way to Tessalon Prime space, but once they do they'll be able to analyze their readings and find where we were forced out. They might be... probably will be... coming back."\n\nWith that, all the lights go out, leaving only the sunlight filtering in through the forward screen to illuminate the interior. Sighing, you rest your head against the bulkhead, trying not to pay attention to the extra weight of the long brown ponytail you now have. You stay like that for several minutes, until you can hear the stirring of waking people.\n\n"Cypher?" Two calls worriedly, voice a little slurred as she comes to.\n\n"I'm right here, Two," you answer, stepping over to help her up.\n\n"Wha...?" She blinks her red eyes at you a few times. "... Jeanne Quatra? What are you-"\n\n"No, it's me, Eric. Cypher. Whatever." You sigh, glancing over at Three as she hauls herself to her feet as well. It looks like the rough landing did a number on both of their clothes... Two's vest is hanging open in front, the fastener apparently busted, and her skirt is shredded, while the crotch of Three's panties has somehow ripped and turned them into something of a loincloth, her tubetop apparently just gone entirely and leaving her small, pert breasts bare. "It's me. I got hurt in the crash and Sierra had to put my body in storage, and rematerialize me in Jeanne's body."\n\n"You... do still talk like you," Two notes, fidgeting a little as she looks up at you. "And Jeanne would have no way of knowing that name."\n\n"Not to be uppity by pointing out other problems," Three interrupts, rubbing at her head. "But we're crashed on what I'm guessing is a planet none of us knows, in a spaceship that doesn't work, in the middle of the woods. What do we do?" she asks, looking at you, Two adding her own expectant stare.\n\n<hr>\n[[Wait for rescue.|Cypher7x1]]\n\n[[Get out of here.|Cypher6x4]]

"Well, we can't stay here," you say with a sigh, moving towards the back of the ship. "Sierra said that whoever shot us out of the wormhole would probably be back in a few days at most. That means we need to try and get far away from her before they come back and find our crash site."\n\n"But... will it be okay to just... leave Sierra like that?" Two frets.\n\n"She said that her automatic repair routines would fix her up... eventually," you add under your breath as you find what looks like a locker and start to work on getting it open. You're not sure exactly how long 43,000 hours is without sitting down and doing the math, but you're guessing it doesn't boil down to 'days' or even 'weeks' easily. "We'll have to hope they'll leave her alone if we're not here to encourage them to get destructive."\n\nYou manage to open the locker and a few others, finding emergency supplies in the form of carrying packs full of rations and medical supplies, as well as some sleek silver pistols a bit heftier and longer-barreled than Ami's. Unfortunately while it seems that whoever stocked the emergency lockers considered weapons and supplies a priority, they didn't much think ahead to 'clothes', as the only things as far as that goes are a pair of durable black boots and a shiny, fairly thin silver jacket. Sighing, you pass the jacket to the topless Three, then sit your bare ass down on one of the chairs to pull on the boots. "I guess no one in this universe ever heard of emergency pants."\n\n"Um, but, where will we go? Does this planet even have any civilization on it that we could go to looking for help?"\n\n"I didn't see any, but it's not like I had a lot of time to look when we were crashing," you admit, finishing strapping one of the heftier guns to your right thigh, Ami's small stunner now strapped to your left, Ami having taken one of the larger ones to replace it. "Either way, we'll have to head out and hope we can find shelter, and maybe even a more longterm supply of food and water, until help comes or until Sierra can repair herself." You move over to the emergency release for the back ramp and pull on it, a pair of small <i>bang</i>s sounding before the door drops down. Shifting your pack on your back, you look at the twins. "Ready?" At their nod, you set off down the ramp and out of the forest, picking a path largely at random through the trees.\n\nThe weather feels like it might be mid- or late autumn, despite the canopy of leaves still being a deep green color. You can't help but shiver a little at the strange and unfamiliar feeling of cold air blowing across your pussy, goosebumps flitting across your bare ass as you walk. Hiking through the woods is bad enough, but all three of you are having to do it half-naked! At least Jeanne's body seems to be in excellent shape, not fatiguing as you walk on for hour after hour. But eventually you're feeling rather out of it, and spotting a small clearing with a bubbling little spring in the center, you announce, "Okay, let's take a rest."\n\nTwo and Three, despite not having complained once, both quickly sink down to sit on the grass, Two hunching in on herself a bit while Three leans back on her hands and huffs. You move to a rock to sit down, and almost yelp at the feeling of the cold stone on your ass and pussy. Nope! Eventually squatting down and sitting on your own heels, you decide to go through the bag you're carrying more thoroughly to see if there's an empty canteen you can fill from the spring. As you are, you find an injector wand, though the label on it sparks no memory from Cypher's experiences. "Hey, guys, what's 'Adaptol'?"\n\nTwo blinks and shakes her head, but Three speaks up. "It's some drug that people use if they're stranded or in a tough situation for a long time," she says, rummaging through her own pack and pulling out an identical yellow and black wand, Two doing the same after a surprised look. "It's banned in most of the galaxy because it's apparently pretty unpredictable, it's hard to tell what the chemicals and your body chemistry will interpret as the 'proper' adaptation to your environment, and you're basically stuck like that until it completely clears out of your system after you're removed from the environment you're adapted to. But apparently they sold a lot of it on Mulsap Twelve... people would take it to adapt better and be more comfortable with the station air or lighting, or apparently even just for fun to see if they'd get any weird changes."\n\n"Huh." You glance at the epipen-like device, tilting it back and forth a bit. Adaptation... if you were adapted better to this planet's environment, you might have to worry less about finding shelter, and you might be better equipped to fight off your attackers if they ever show up. Plus, you've been doing at least a little of the math on Sierra's repair estimate while you walked... you're not 100% on your math but you do know it's more than a couple of years. Without a way to signal friendlies for help, you could be out here for a long, long time, and maybe being adapted to the environment could make that more comfortable. Maybe at least it would give you some fur to cover your ass or something. But then, Three did say it could be really unpredictable, and you might have a hard time turning back...\n\n<hr>\n[[All three of you will take the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[You'll try the Adaptol.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Leave it.|Cypher]]

"Sure, I guess," you answer after a moment's hesitation.\n\n"Cool!" She turns her head and says something to the driver, the van pulling over properly to the curb so she can slide the side door open. You walk over and clamber in, noting that the van seems to have been modified to only have two bench seats in back, turned to face each other rather than all facing forward, with padded rubber mats on the floor. 'Hm, something seems vaguely familiar about this from the internet,' you muse as you settle onto the forward-facing seat, since the twenty-something woman and a lean black guy about the same age are sitting on the one facing back. She's wearing a bright neon skirt and a white tanktop, and he's wearing jeans and... a white tanktop. Same shirts, just showing off rather different things.\n\n"I'm Elisa, this is Kuan," she chirps cheerfully, gesturing between the two of them.\n\n"Cyan."\n\n"You go to school around here, Cyan?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, y'know. When it's not summer," you answer with a shrug. It sounds kind of like she assumes you're going to Deviville University rather than Deviville High, which is fine by you... especially if it means she might take you to a bar.\n\n"Oh right. Kinda boring summer so far...?"\n\n"You know how it is," you admit, shrugging and leaning back on the seat. "You run out of things to do a few weeks in, you start looking for new fun stuff, or just getting cabin fever. Wanna get out of the house, look around, find something new."\n\n"Mm-hmm, I heard that. So, do you have like a boyfriend, or...?"\n\nHm. This is still vaguely familiar, like something you saw once browsing sites you weren't supposed to. Still, might as well answer honestly.\n\n<hr>\n[[You have a boyfriend.|GGBad2x1]]\n\n[[You have a girlfriend.|GGBad1x2]]\n\n[[You're super single.|GGBad]]

Yeah, a new video is definitely the way to go. Setting up not only the parameters of the relationship, but the start of the video seems like a much better option.\n\nOf course, with thinking about all the things you could do, you wind up jerking off several more times and barely having time to scramble into the shower before your parents do get home. All through dinner you keep expecting them to mention the rather obvious bulge in the front of your jeans (at least all your clothes altered to fit), but neither of them do. You guess as far as they're concerned, you've always had a dick, so it's nothing to even blink at now. After dinner you retire to your room and consider how best to set up the video.\n\nAfter turning over and rejecting several ideas, you come up with one that should work. Charging up your bluetooth-enabled webcam, you tuck it into a corner of the upstairs hallway, where it's largely out of place and unlikely to be seen, especially if you wait to turn it on until your mother is walking down the hall so that she won't notice its On light. You set it up so that it will turn on and immediately start recording when you send it a signal, then set yourself an alarm to make sure you get up before either of your parents. Resisting the urge to make use of your other new toy again (you've decided you want to save up a nice big load for dear old mom), you turn in and sleep.\n\nThe next morning you quickly slap your beeping alarm before your parents can notice that their own isn't the only one going off. Getting up, you sort through your panty and shirt drawers, picking out a near-G-string that just barely covers your entire cock and leaves it fairly well outlined, both shaft and balls, and a snug tanktop-style thing that rides up and shows off your midriff. Thusly skimpily attired, you make your way over to the door and listen carefully, trying not to get so excited that you might snap the tiny panties you've picked out from getting too hard.\n\nEventually you hear the loud thumps of your father's footsteps moving past the door and down the hall. Then you can hear the lighter tread of your mother. Quickly hitting the button for the webcam remote, you drop it, then open your own door and step out, casually stretching your arms up over your head and giving an 'mmmm!' as if you'd just woken up, your pierced nipples showing through the thin fabric of the shirt and your panties shifting down a little to flash the base of your shaft.\n\nYour mother glances at you in passing, and says simply, "Put some clothes on, Cyan," as if it weren't of a particular big deal, before making her way down the stairs and disappearing.\n\n'Nah~,' you think with a smirk, turning and heading back into your room to close the door.\n\nHeading over to the computer, you shut off the webcam and stop the recording, saving the resulting file to a USB stick. Unplugging it, you set the tablet up on its stand on your desk and plug the stick into one of the USB ports on it instead, booting it up and selecting the 'Import File' option. You watch the short little scene play out again on the screen (albeit without audio, looks like the tablet doesn't have speakers), before winding it back to the part where your mother looked over at you and hitting the 'Edit Video' button. By now you've heard both of their cars pull out of the drive, \n\nThe array of options that pops up is just as intuitive as you hoped, and with a smile you pick up the stylus and get to work. The first thing you do is add a bit of a blush to your mother's cheeks at the sight of you... you want to establish that the sight turns her on, after all, no matter how else you decide to proceed. There's an 'Actions' selector, and you use it to have your mother pause in place, hesitating as she looks at you. Then you select another action and drag it into place... and smirk as the you on screen tucks her thumbs into the tiny little panties you're still wearing and pushes them down, letting that thick cock spring free while the black and pink fabric still hugs screen-you's balls. You direct the recording of your mother's eyes down so that they're definitely fixed right on that jutting, half-hard shaft.\n\nOkay, from here, you just need to decide how to have her react, you think as you stroke the current you's fully hard shaft with one hand while you consider. The editing gives you full control over expressions and, combined with that, the tone of the actions taken. You can't exactly write a script... or at least, you haven't figured out how to do that yet... and you've pretty much already decided she's going to get down on her knees and suck your cock, but the nature of her doing it is up to you. So her reaction should be...\n\n<hr>\n[[... breaking down and giving in to temptation.|GGME]]\n\n[[... absolutely consumed by lust.|GGME]]\n\n[[... completely casual.|GGME]]\n\n[[... reluctant but obligated.|GGME]]

You've heard particularly large dicks referred to as 'anacondas' before... that must be the top of the scale. Perhaps it's just natural male ego, but given the choice, you have to go for the biggest endowment possible. ... Besides, you've got these tits to go with it, right? "I'll take the Anaconda," you declare.\n\n"Oh my, do be careful with it," the smirky guy says as he ducks and rummages beneath the counter, before straightening up as he rounds it... holding something that looks an awful lot like an actual large snake. Or at least part of one, since one end near one of his hands ends abruptly, although the other end still definitely features the arrow-like head. "This one can definitely get out of hand!"\n\n"Uh, hey, I'm not so sure about this n-" You start, only to yelp in surprise as the front flap of your outfit flips up with a little sparkle of magic. Taking advantage of even that momentary confusion, the robe-clad man darts his hand in and attaches the flat end to your crotch just above the low-slung panties, before stepping back and letting go.\n\nYou actually stagger just a bit from the sudden weight... it's definitely attached to you! But then you're mostly distracted by the odd sensations coursing through your body... you can <i>feel</i> it, and it definitely feels like having an extremely large cock wobbling and swaying from your crotch. But that's nothing compared to the feeling when it starts <i>moving</i>, shaking back and forth on its own, then slowly rising up... not growing hard and stiff, but actually sinuously writhing its way up through the air, moving like an actual living thing. You thump your back against the wall of a little alcove nearby, panting and staring as your new snake-cock rises up... then turns its head to look at you.\n\n"Hhhhappyyyy Hhhhalloweeeen," it declares with what sounds like a sibilant snicker, its voice smooth and airy\n\n"D-does this count as a trick or treat?" you stammer out, reduced to quipping since any higher functions of your brain appear temporarily offline.\n\n"Maybe bothhhhh," your cock answers with another soft, hissing laugh. "In any event, let'ssss not dawdle... lotssss of fun to haaaave out there!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Might as well roll with it.|BuddyFHP]]\n\n[[No way, this is too weird, you want a refund!|BuddyFHP2x4]]

Meh, right now you're pretty fed up with other people in general. You turn your horse away from the smoke and set off in a different direction, eager to get some space. Right now you're so Done that you're not even sure you want to go back to your world, full of people as it is, you need some time to cool your head before you make any decisions about what to do. \n\nIt's verging on actually dark by the time you decide to make camp, having ventured into the woods to make sure no other parties are likely to come across you at random. You've just tied up the horse and are rummaging through your pack to look for supplies when you hear a heavy rustle from nearby. You look up just in time to see a massive form lumber out from between two trees. You're not even sure what sort of monster it is, it's a good eight feet tall and at least vaguely humanoid, though the proportions are off... it has thick, gorilla-like arms but with relatively short, stumpy legs, and a fairly long torso that leads up to a heavily muscular chest and broad shoulders. Its head is virtually spherical, with ram-like horns on the sides and a mouth that has its massive teeth on the outside, with smallish black eyes staring right at you. The whole thing is covered in slightly oily-looking green-black skin, and it doesn't seem to be sentient, you're guessing, from the fact that it has no gear or equipment whatsoever or even any skin decoration, not so much as a scrap of cloth covering the massive mostly human-like cock wobbling between its legs.\n\nApparently realizing that you've spotted it, it lets out a shriek and waves its arms in the air above its head, fists clenched... and its cock rapidly hardening, starting to jut out in front of it. Its aggressive intentions are clear, the only thing that isn't clear is whether its priority is to eat you or fuck you! Just the thought makes you-\n\n<hr>\n[[-terrified.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-enraged.|GGWar]]\n\n[[-horny.|GGWar7x2]]

You nod, rubbing your head at the funny feeling, then trot out the door and up the stairs. You arrive at the last door of the tower and knock, waiting for Maeve to call "Come in!" before you head inside.\n\nThe room may not be bigger than yours and Erika's, but it seems like it is. Maybe it's just that it's set up for one person. There are more chairs around, the desk is nicer, the fireplace is bigger and has what looks like a fur rug in front of it. The bed, among the rest, is <i>definitely</i> bigger, probably a king size at least. Maeve is laying on top of it, hands resting on her pale, bare belly, legs stretched out but mostly together. The only thing she's wearing are a pair of black thigh-highs, the rest of her long, lean body naked in the light. Being at the top of the tower, Maeve apparently gets to have a window, and behind the headboard of her bed the full moon shines down on her, lending her creamy skin an almost glowing look.\n\nShe looks perfectly clean and put-together, small, sleek breasts rising and falling just barely with her even breathing. But something about the langurous warmth in her eyes and a lingering smell of musky sex in the room says there was a guy here not too long ago. You didn't think it was even possible for the boys to come into girls' dormitory areas, but then Maeve obviously doesn't concern herself overmuch with the rules other students have to follow. You make sure to close the door before walking over, feigning nonchalance.\n\n"I hear that you've been doing very well," Maeve says with lazy approval, sitting up and then sliding elegantly to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning back against her hands with her legs together, a thin swath of dark blue-black hair making an eye-drawing line towards where her sex is hidden by her thighs. "That you'll be ready to join regular first-year magical classes in about a month."\n\n"That's what Professor Senna said, yeah," you reply, doing your best to grin and act like you're having a completely normal conversation, despite her sitting there in nothing but stockings radiating 'Someone just fucked me really well' waves. "She said I have a lot of power and a talent for energy manipulation."\n\n"Very good. Though I think we can speed that process along a little." Maeve slips further off the bed and up to her feet, slowly making her way towards you, slender hips moving with pure sensuality as she draws closer. Raising one hand, she brushes her fingertips along your jawline. "But first... why don't we become <i>very</i> good friends?" she murmurs, leaning in until the warm breath from her words touches your lips.\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, ew. There's some things even you won't do for popularity.|Aspareth]]\n\n[[Oh, the things you're going to do for popularity. <3|Aspareth4x11]]

"Hm, so lots of legal sin, huh?"\n\n"Correct."\n\n"I bet that means this hotel he's staying at is in an area where prostitution is legal then."\n\n"Obviously. A bit of hacking will lead you to discover that he does, in fact, have a high-priced escort en route to him at this moment. She has several implants that would facilitate a takeover, if that is what you wish."\n\n"Let's go for it!"\n\nYou turn as Mavis nudges the sim to have the limo containing the escort pull up just then. Her hair is an iridescent red, actually scintillating with fiery colors, her dress a similarly sparkly red and hanging off her front by thin spaghetti straps, just barely covering her large breasts and draping low on her full hips, the angle constantly teasing with glimpses of her pussy from the sides. You saunter up to her as she finishes getting out. "Hi, how much for a quick blowie?" you ask cheerfully, now sporting a large bulge in your tactical panties.\n\nShe blinks her green eyes and stares at you, lip curling in a sneer. "Listen, you, I may be a sex worker, but that doesn't mean I-" The next word catches in her throat as you hold up a credcard displaying an amount that Mavis assured you was 'obscene'.\n\nLess than a minute later the two of you are in a nearby alleyway, the high-class escort having hiked up her dress so it won't get dirty on the ground, bare knees on the concrete instead as she rests her hands on the brick wall and gulps down your long brown pole. You sigh happily, resting your hands behind your head (in accordance with her absentminded demand to not mess up her hair), just watching her red-painted lips pucker and drag along your prick, feeling her very expensive tongue working over you. "Mavis, your training sims are the best."\n\n"Thank you, I do try. While I appreciate that you are enjoying yourself, please remember that in a real mission, delaying her too long would result in lowered chance for success?"\n\nSighing a bit, you nod. "Alright, alright." You close your eyes and concentrate on the C.A.H.C. implant, the redhead giving a soft 'mmn?!' of surprise as your balls rapidly swell up to almost twice their previous size. Then you put your hand on the back of her head and press her forward, keeping her held down despite her squirming as you start emptying said balls down her throat and into her belly.\n\nYou watch as her iridescent, shimmering hair spreads out white from the roots, the effect now more like rapidly-passing clouds casting shade on virgin snow. Green eyes fade to grey and tan skin darkens to a milk chocolate color, ears lengthening and tapering to points, and then you find yourself looking up at yourself with your cock down your throat. More by reflex than anything else you resume bobbing your head, sucking off your other body for a few seconds before sliding it out of your throat and standing up, taking a moment to rearrange your dress.\n\n"Excellent. With the amount of C.A.H.C. material transferred, you should still have access to most of your physical abilities, such as changing your form and using spells."\n\n"Alright then, let's go see this dude." You sashay across the street, not having any problems with the practically ballet-level heels. Sometimes customers would bring various items to you to wear before or while fucking you. Actually sometimes some of them just wanted to see you walk around in the heels. Most of the weirder sexless ones like that died out when you stopped getting player visitors, but as odd as they were you still kind of missed them. The NPCs weren't very imaginative, even with their fetish requests.\n\nYou walk through the lobby and to the elevators unhindered, and head up to the floor where the politician is staying. His room's easy enough to tell, it's the one with the guys in black suits standing outside. (Wow, 200 years and men's fashion is <i>exactly the same</i>, ouch.) They stop you, ask you for your ID and even call your employer to confirm... all of which goes flawlessly since you are, after all, inhabiting the actual authorized visitor. Finally one leans over and opens the door, stepping back to allow you to step inside the opulent hotel room before pulling it closed again behind you.\n\n"In here," comes a call from the bedroom, where you walk in to find an almost stereotypical male politician stepping out of the bathroom, skin still damp as he rubs at his balding head with a towel. He's just past middle aged, portly, looks like he might have been handsome at some vague point in his youth, and looks like he'd really need a suit to come off as professional. About the most you can say for him is that even mostly limp, his cock is thick and long. "Now, I like to get a few quick ones out of the way right off the bat, so let's get right to it, dress off," he grunts as he reaches down to start lightly stroking himself.\n\n"Yes sir, of course," you chirp back near-automatically, with a customer service voice honed by two centuries of servicing customers with similar demands. You reach behind your neck to pull the single tie holding the dress up, letting it drop to the floor around your feet and leaving you instantly naked, displaying your smooth, curvaceous brown body. You step out of the heels, since he didn't ask you to keep them on, and smile at him sweetly. "Although, before we get <i>right</i> to it, I was wondering if I could offer you something?"\n\nHe frowns. "As I made clear with your service, I am absolutely and only interested in entirely and utterly legal services," he declares as he clambers onto the bed and settles back onto a support of pillows. "That's all."\n\n"Now, obviously this is where you would state his incentive to become our mistress's advocate," Mavis notes. "But exactly how do you intend to secure his cooperation?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Power.|Chocola]]\n\n[[Depravity.|Chocola1x8]]\n\n[[Blackmail.|Chocola]]

Ami nods, leaving without looking up or saying anything. Koro has to be bustled and hounded out the door by Dr. Trace, the blonde woman handling the foot-plus taller man as if she were the bigger one. As the medical bay door slides closed behind him, she lets out a relieved sigh, then walks over to you, turning to the medical supply tray beside the chair and starting to gather various things. "Honestly. In any event, Eric, I apologize for all of this. You must be quite scared and confused."\n\n"I guess." You settle back in the chair, watching her hands just a bit warily... with your eyes occasionally wandering to her breasts as they sway or jiggle when she moves. They're certainly... energetic, and the suit actually conforms to each one rather than pushing them together. "I'm dealing with it as well as I can, considering I was suddenly being shot at out of nowhere while carrying some guy around."\n\n"Ah, the adaptability of the young." Dr. Trace smiles as she loads a rather gun-looking device. You eye it dubiously, then realize it's just some sort of pressure injector. "Enviable. In any event, I don't doubt you have a lot of questions for me."\n\n"Yeah," you agree simply, nodding once.\n\n"Alright, what can I explain for you?"\n\n<i>(These are not branch choices. These are information about the setting and the characters that's relevant to the rest of this storyline. Once you've read one you can come back to this page, or you can skip it if you've played this storyline before.)</i>\n\n[[So who was Cypher Ceed, anyway?|Cypher1x6a]]\n\n[[Where is this place?|Cypher1x6b]]\n\n[[Who are you?|Cypher1x6c]]\n\n[[Who's Ami?|Cypher1x6d]]\n\n[[Who's Koro?|Cypher1x6e]]\n\n[[I guess that's everything for now.|Cypher1x7]]

"I kinda like the sound of taking on these Beastmen," you admit. "If they've been raiding and pillaging for awhile, they've got to have more and better stuff than some piddly group of bandits, right?"\n\n"That makes sense to me," Meridia agrees, glancing around. It seems there are no objections, since she beckons to Wick (with you trying not to reach longingly as he goes leaping back to her shoulder) and makes her way to her horse. "I'll navigate, then."\n\nThe four of you set off, heading further into the wooded areas of the obviously wild lands beyond the country you started from. (You're not entirely sure how they're all that much more wild than the largely uninhabited countryside you just came through, but it weirdly does feel like you're more on your own.) Gradually the more deciduous forest starts to be mingled with vines, trees with broad flat leaves, and the birdsong starts to be intermingled with loud, brash "CAW!" noises. 'Fantasy biomes,' you think as you look around at the jungle trees intermingling with 'normal' ones, shaking your head.\n\n"We should be getting close," Meridia announces a bit before noon of the next day. She stops her horse and looks around, then clambers off, prompting the rest of you to do the same and follow her. There's a large puddle on the ground, or maybe a small spring, only about five feet across. As seems to have become her habit lately, the witch passes Wick to you, with you trying not to give an unwarrior-ish squee as he snuggles in and licks your cheek. \n\n"What're you doing?" you ask curiously as Meridia settles down at the water's edge and starts whispering to some of her stones before tossing them in the water.\n\n"A scrying spell. It will let us take a look at the beastmen's city before we get there. It won't be all that precise or guidable, since I want to make sure it's unnoticed, but we should be able to get a general idea of what's there." She waves her hands and does some more whispering over the water, until part of it starts showing views of what looks like an old, semi-ruined city in an ancient South American style. It looks like it's been cleaned up and repaired, albeit not super well, for the current inhabitants that can only be Beastmen. You're not exactly shocked by their appearance... they're furries, pretty much. Upright, most with two arms and two legs, resembling a wide variety of animals, mostly feline, canine, and equine varieties but you see a scattering of others, including a few birds. You find yourself blushing just a bit as the spell gives some straight-on close-up views. While some of the Beastmen are wearing armor or full clothing, a lot of them are wearing what resemble hide or leather underwear and not much else, or just a simple loincloth that doesn't always entirely conceal what's beneath it. In fact, in a few instances, some of them seem to be going entirely naked, brazenly washing themselves in the streets from water barrels without seeming concerned. You notice a handful of other races... mostly humans... but all of them seem to be collared and either completely naked or wearing a few rags.\n\n"Whew, pretty big city, for Beastmen," Kama declares with a whistle, then adds, "Your magic sure is useful, 'Dia, unlike some's."\n\n"When your guts are spilling out you'll find my magic useful enough," Liyal says with a sniff.\n\n"Eh, it's happened before, I managed."\n\n"Ew, I didn't need to hear that!"\n\nMeridia and you exchange a glance and a simultaneous roll of the eyes, before the witch snaps her fingers and disperses the image. "Alright, so it does look like there's quite a lot of them. But even from those brief glimspes it looks like there's a number of storehouses and shops, so they probably have been raiding and gathering things for quite awhile. The question is, how do we get our hands on any of it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Robbery.|GGWar]]\n\n[[Infiltration.|GGWar3x2]]\n\n[[Challenge.|GGWar4x1]]

Deciding to do some grinding of some sort or another, you glance over the icons grouped in one corner of your desktop. There's been a fresh round of patches, expansions, and in general new content added as all the various online games with their varying payment models struggle to capture the attention of players in this time of year of maximum free time and looming boredom.\n\n[[World of Alliance|GGWOWStart]] - Of course you've also got the ubiquitous expansion "World of Horde" installed, and preordered the latest expansion "Rogue Faction" months ago. Summer ennui being what it is, you haven't even opened it since the update installed last week.\n\n[[Elder Tale|GGETStart]] - Another semi-generic swords-and-sorcery MMO, though this one at least has two things to set it apart: It's actually set after the apocalypse, and it's based on the real world, so you actually do a lot of your adventuring in an area roughly approximating Deviville. You haven't been on there in awhile, either, but if memory serves, they're actually doing an expansion release <i>today</i>.\n\n[[Spaceportal Online|GGSGStart]] - The MMO version of hit long-running TV show Spaceportal (with sequel series decreasing in quality from there). You've been working fairly hard on solving an in-game puzzle for awhile now, but gave it up as too frustrating for awhile. You could always take another crack at it now that you've had a rest...\n\n[[Defiant Summoner Beta|GGDSStart]] - A recently-opened beta for an MMO version of a small series of games called 'The Defiant'... specifically referring to the title character, who's always someone with magical powers but a particular specialty, standing up against fascist authority figures. 'Defiant Pyromancer', 'Defiant Enchanter', 'Defiant Alchemist', that one's your favorite, the added game mechanic of tricking out your cybernetic limbs was cool. Like a lot of other games, they've decided to launch an MMO version, and with a glance at the calendar, you see that it's actually the due date for the beta to go live. Might be good!

Sighing and rubbing your face with both hands, you nod. "Yeah, okay. But then will you listen to me? It's a pretty crazy story, but it's really what happened."\n\n"Of course." Ami smiles and reaches a hand out to touch your arm gently, then turns to fall into step beside you as the blonde starts off again. "I'm Ami. That's Doctor Eia Trace. Your name... um, I'm sorry, the name of the... the body you're in...?"\n\nShe's starting to look upset again, so you just nod for her to continue.\n\n"... Is Cypher Ceed. This ship is the Meridian, it's where you've lived for the last month."\n\n"Hey, Cypher! What's up? Get everything wrapped up?"\n\n"Um, and that's Koro," she adds as a massive man comes strolling down the hallway towards the lot of you. You stare up at him as he approaches... he's at least seven feet tall and his shoulders are as broad as two of you, his chest muscular and almost triangle-shaped. Even his clothes are completely different than anything you've seen here so far... a long red coat with the sleeves ripped off to show his immense muscular arms, and black pants with tattered hems over his scuffed, positively Earth-modern style combat boots. He's got a pair of orange, wing-shaped sunglasses perched on his long, craggy face. His red hair is wild and thick, adding almost a foot to his height.\n\n"There's no time to explain to <i>everyone</i>," Dr. Trace grumbles, grabbing Koro's thicker-than-her-arm wrist and hauling him along with the group.\n\n"To point out, Doctor, assuming that Sierra is following along in the wall panels, this is in fact everyone," Ami speaks up, then grins sheepishly as the blonde tosses an annoyed glance over her shoulder.\n\nStill, Dr. Trace waits until she's got you sitting in a medical scanning chair before explaining the situation to the big man. He overreacts almost comically, flinging his arms around and saying it's all crazy, and then starting to question you with great interest about your life and everything that led up to you winding up in Cypher's body. Dr. Trace rolls her eyes, but lets the two of you talk, Ami perched on a nearby chair with her hands in her lap, looking worried. \n\n"Well, his brainwaves and neural activity are absolutely different than Cypher's," Dr. Trace says finally, turning her own chair to face the rest of you. "Even if he had some sort of amnesia or neural implant corruption, there still should be some sort of activity when mentioning or seeing things Cypher is so closely familiar with." She closes her eyes and cups her chin, hmming thoughtfully before continuing. "More than that, he absolutely believes everything he's saying. While that wouldn't necessarily indicate it's true, his readings are entirely consistent when speaking about his own memories, and there is deep-brain activity indicating he also remembers related, unspoken things... all of which are not indicative of a constructed story, even one the speaker believes."\n\n"So Cypher's... gone?" Ami whispers, lowering her head.\n\n"I'm not sure, Ami. Though I do note there are various instances of overlap in their histories, accounting for technological level and a slight difference in age." Dr. Trace turns back to the screen, hmming. "It's possible that this young man is an alternate dimension's version of Cypher, and that's why he's able to inhabit Cypher's body. So Cypher is possibly in his body back on this 'Earth', a planet we have no records of." She shakes her head. "In any event, his stress levels are very high, these readings indicate he's come very close to having a panic attack recently. I'm going to insist that all of you get out so I can administer some treatment. I'll answer any further questions he has."\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Cypher1x6]]

"I guess... 'grow'," you finally say dubiously, since it seems that neither Aunt Kelly or Gail are going to speak up. You're not sure if it's one of the less ominous options or more, but since you have no clue what any of them mean, what does it matter?\n\nThe word blinks on the tablet screen and enlarges. All three of you jerk back reflexively as a hole opens in the floor and a small platform, no bigger than six inches across or so, raises up. There are three wristbands on it, each with a number on it.\n\n"Each of you please select a wristband to wear. You will not be told what the different numbers signify," the flat-voiced, big-titted girl announces.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the "1" band.|giantcock]]\n\n[[Take the "2" band.|gianttits]]\n\n[[Take the "3" band.|filledbyothertwo]]\n\n[[Sacrifice yourself for the other two, take all three bands.|ultramacro]]

"Yeah, I guess so," you answer, more curious than anything else.\n\nThere's a flicker in the air, and suddenly a humanoid form appears just above you, "dropping" into your lap and settling there. You stare in shock at the slender form now crouched atop you... she looks about fifteen or so, not quite flat-chested but probably just scraping an A-cup anyway, her skin a bright color... well, since it's literally glowing, as is her short, green hair. You can in fact see through her a bit, with faint outlines of the consoles and seats beyond, her naked body smooth and devoid of most actual features like a bellybutton... or nipples... or a pussy. You stare into her glowing purple eyes in shock, seeing little glowing white lines of code flitting across them constantly as she grins and flings her arms upward.\n\n"Tada~!" She giggles following her declaration, the sound still coming from all around you.\n\n"S-Sierra?" you squeak.\n\n"Mhm! Turns out I can use the holoprojectors along with a bit of the matter shifters to make a body! Well, right now it's only semi-solid," she adds, poking the tip of your nose, a faint pressure accompanying it. "Boop!"\n\n"Um. Wow," is about all you can muster. "This is... amazing!"\n\n"Isn't it?" Sierra's holoprojection grins brightly... and scoots forward a little. That same slight feeling of pressure accompanies her smooth, featureless crotch rubbing across your cock through the thin material of your pajama pants, and you can feel yourself starting to stir in reaction. You swallow hard, and look at her face, seeing that same bright smile there... but there's a twinkle in those glowing, code-marked eyes that you're pretty sure means she noticed. "So, whaddya think?" she asks, the voice coming out of the speakers having just the faintest hint (you think) of a sensual purr.\n\n<hr>\n[["I think you should sit somewhere else."|Cypher]]\n\n[["... I think you're really cute."|Cypher1x23]]

"... I think..." you murmur, raising your face a bit more towards hers, your voice growing softer. "... that you're really cute."\n\n"Yeah?" Sierra's speaker-emitted voice has lowered as well, her projection's head leaning in more towards your face. "Cute?"\n\n"Really cute," you affirm, bringing your lips closer to hers.\n\n"You're not so bad yourself," your spaceship murmurs before her projection presses her mouth to yours. The ghostly sensation of her on your skin actually tingles a little, like a very mild electric sensation. You can feel her tongue moving to meet yours, the sensation gentle but eager, and though the first time it slips right through your own tongue in its motions it gives you a bit of a start, you quickly grow used to the sensation.\n\nYour hands move to rest on her sleek back, stroking down it gently, since you don't want to press hard enough to go through her, but you can feel the warmth of her and the curve of her projected body as you cup your hands on her pert ass. Her hands come up to stroke through your hair, the prickle of her touch feeling a bit like a static charge making your hair stand up. She ducks her head down briefly, tracing her projection's tongue up your neck, while her voice surrounds you again.\n\n"I've never felt this way about monitoring your biosigns... about knowing all this about you. I've felt your heartbeat speed up so many times, but now, knowing it's faster because of me..." Her voice continues to come from everywhere in the ship around you, even as her ghostly lips brush your ear with that tingling sensation, her hands running up and down your chest and barely rumpling your shirt. "Every beat of it is really exciting. And I've always known the physiological signs of an erection, but... knowing that's for me..." She hesitates, then gives a soft giggle, her slightly electronic voice turning teasing again. "It's for me, right?"\n\n"Y-yeah, Sierra, it's definitely for you," you moan softly, feeling your cock throb as she rubs her smooth crotch against you again.\n\n"Then... give it to me," she low-volume broadcasts, right before pressing her projection's lips to yours again.\n\nMoaning softly, you reach down, undoing the single button holding the flap of your pajama pants and freeing your cock. A bit of light pressure on her lightform's ass has her raising up... you're not exactly sure how to do this, but a moment later Sierra solves it by just pushing her smooth crotch down onto your cock, letting it slide inside her projection from the pressure. Both of you throw back your heads and gasp out as you slide inside her, the inside of her projection feeling slightly warm but tingling and with that same soft, gentle pressure applying all around you. You swallow hard as she settles down most of the way on you, about half an inch of your cock still outside the boundary of her lightform. "It... it feels good for you too?" you ask, especially when a low moan emanates from the ship's speakers.\n\n"I mean... I guess it's just data, to me?" Sierra answers, though her projection's cheeks turn pink with a soft <i>blip</i> signaling the change. "The fields sending me a bunch of more intricate readings about... your cock. But those readings are... right now it just feels so good to get them, you know? Like... I know it's just a bunch of data about little temperature variations on the surface of the shaft, tissue density of the head, blood flow... but all that data adds up to..." Her lightform actually shivers, before she gives a rather impish grin. "It adds up to your cock inside me and I <i>love</i> it, Boss." Then she starts moving up and down, the fields of her projection stroking up and down over you, making you gasp loudly. You look down at where your body joins her, and at the dark outline of your cock showing through her belly, and then back up to her face, where she's smiling at you. "And I love you," she adds, the words surrounding you from every speaker in the ship.\n\n"Sierra..." you murmur.\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you too."|Cypher]]\n\n[["You feel so good."|Cypher]]

"What I'm doing will change the face, the very nature of humanity, of biological life as we know it, every-!"\n\nYou promptly stand up and whirl, firing. The stun blast takes Mad Doc Madison right in the face, lifting her off of her feet and then dropping her down like a sack of potatoes, or whatever they grow in space. You wince a little bit, not having quite intended that, but you were aiming for where the sound was coming from, after all.\n\nSeeing a wild fringe of red hair at the edge of the table Madison was standing next to, you hurry over. "Koro!" Rounding the table, you stop and stare, your mouth open. You're... pretty sure that's Koro, but, well.\n\nThe figure on the table is just as big, just as muscular, but, well. Very female. The muscles are still large and powerful looking, but have a slightly more feminine build to them, there's a fairly thick patch of bright crimson fur between her legs rather than anything bulging outward, and her breasts... dang, they're bigger than Doctor Trace's. Well, the whole person is bigger than Doctor Trace. After staring with your mouth open for a moment, you choke out, "Koro?!"\n\n"Hnnnh." The redhead shifts a bit, blinking open her eyes. Yup, those are Koro's. "Huh? What the?" Her voice is a bit more of a female register, but still deep and powerful. She looks down... then blinks. "... Huh. Tha's a helluva thing."\n\nYou quickly move to tap at the side of the bed, opening the restraints and allowing Koro to get to her feet. Her immense tits wobble back and forth a bit with the motion. "Are you... okay? I mean, do you feel alright?"\n\n"I..." She lifts a fist in the air and rubs at her bicep as she rolls her shoulders, her arm squashed across her bare breasts almost directly across the big, puffy dark nipples covering them. "Actually yeah, I feel fine. I mean, obviously... huh." Then she spreads her arms and shrugs, causing another wobble. "Well. Shit happens."\n\nYou stare up at Koro's face, though doing that without winding up staring at the huge tan expanses below it isn't that easy. "... You got turned into a woman and your response is 'shit happens'?"\n\n"Well, it does!" Koro actually grins at that, thumping her hands down on her broad hips. "C'mon, let's get this lot restrained. We'll take Madison back with us and leave the rest of the smallfry for the local badges. And let's try an' find my stuff while we're at it." She glances down and pokes at one of her breasts, mming. "Guess 'm gonna hafta wear something under my coat now. Maybe."\n\nThe two of you set to going around to the various knocked-out guards, applying those silver restraint bands you saw on the first bounty you captured, with you having to avoid looking in Koro's direction too much. The massive unflappable man-turned-woman doesn't seem all that eager to rectify her nudity, nor all that bothered about bending over and flashing her bare pussy and big toned ass at you. Eventually however she does come across her clothing and gear in a locker, and shrugs back into it. The coat drapes over her new breasts, probably because of some of the extra room in the shoulders, but it just barely keeps everything covered, and occasionally Koro's movements will reveal a dusky hint of nipple.\n\nAs the two of you arrive back at Sierra, the back entrance lowers. "Hey guys, what's WHOA! Hey, Koro, decide the old chassis didn't suit you and you wanted to try a new one?" \n\n"Wasn't my idea, but eh," Koro announces, dumping the unconscious Madison on the floor, not even looking as she disappears like the other bounty did. Koro heads forward and starts to drop into her chair, only for a "Hst!" from Sierra to make her lower herself into it more gingerly.\n\nThe trip back is a little awkward... well, on your part. Probably even moreso because of how unbothered Koro seems by it all, chattering away about her (then his) fight against a bunch of security droids and guards and how great the explosions were. But once you arrive back at the Meridian, there's the expected shock and exclamations, then explanations, and then even an examination. Finally, Doc Trace shrugs and turns to both you and Koro. "Whatever this woman did, it's no simple body alteration... it's definitely beyond any genetic or biological engineering I've seen before. But from what I can tell, it would be highly resistant to any standard reengineering attempts. I'm afraid, for the foreseeable future, you're going to be female."\n\n"Eh," Koro replies with a massive shrug, before turning and meandering out of the room.\n\n"He... um, she... doesn't seem very bothered," Ami comments, wringing her hands just a bit and glancing at Doc Trace.\n\n"Mm. The Kruscians are an extremely gender-blind society, for the most part," Trace explains, adjusting her glasses. "They only truly care about whether someone is strong or weak, not whether the strong or weak person is a man or a woman. And bisexuality is typically the norm for them, as well, so that may be part of it. Perhaps we should simply not look a gift horse in the mouth, and be thankful that Koro doesn't seem bothered."\n\nEventually you return to your room, removing the suit and putting on what could laughably be called your clothes (you've gotta do some shopping) before flopping down on the bed on your back. You rest a hand across your belly and stare at the ceiling. Koro doesn't seem bothered, but you're quite frustrated with yourself. You were in charge of that mission and it went wrong. You sigh, glancing at the door. Maybe if you talked it out with someone else...\n\n<hr>\n[[Ami.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Doc Trace.|Cypher3x1]]\n\n[[Koro.|Cypher]]\n\n[[Sierra.|Cypher1x21]]\n\n[[No one.|Cypher]]

This time the Dark Judge doesn't bother with a speech, simply booming out "<b>Punishment.</b>" Four of the servants march forward and grab his arms, the other two bending to take hold of his legs. Lifting the big man surprisingly easily, they carry him over to the side of the disk facing the waterfall. Your eyes widen and you start forward as they begin swinging him, but before you can do anything he's tossed over the side. One of them turns back and sees your horrified expression, and grins at you. "Don't worry, it may seem impossible, but he's fine. You'll see him again at the end of the tournament, I assure you."\n\nYou glare after them dubiously, then move to stand at the edge of the ring and look down towards the waterfall pool. You think you can just see people swimming about lazily, and there's some more of that singing, actually rather jubilant and uplifting, albeit wordless. None of which would be likely if someone just came plummeting down and died horribly, you think... even around here. Giving the Dark Judge a suspicious look, you turn and head back to the stairs, where the servant that showed you the way is waiting.\n\nYou're looking forward to dinner with Tanya and Serena to talk some of this over with them, but find it difficult when they seem more interested in cuddling up to each other and occasionally kissing. "You two have really bonded," you remark dryly.\n\n"Mm." Tanya grins as she gives her friend one last kiss, then turns to you. "Sorry, darlin', but you were sayin'?"\n\n"They just threw him over the side, like it was nothing. I looked, but I couldn't see any evidence he'd died, even though from that height it seems like he'd have to."\n\n"Yeah, there's plenty of weird stuff going on," Serena agrees, her fingers brushing lightly back and forth over the underside of one of Tanya's breasts. "I watched a match after mine where a guy got run through with a sword. Like seriously, all the way through him. Then he submitted and the other guy pulled it out... he was fine, just a little red mark where the sword went in. And out. Like it was a papercut. Then he got led off for his punishment."\n\n"Maybe it was a trick sword?"\n\n"No, I don't think so. There's definitely some next-level shit going down. But we're here until the tournament's over, so I guess the only thing to do is accept it." She shakes her head ruefully, then grins. "Tanya and me are going over to the-"\n\n"Nope."\n\n"Aw, are you sure you don't wanna-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Nope.|HellKore1x10]]

"Y'know what, I'm gonna pass on the public use of strange sex toys," you murmur, holding up a hand and grinning wryly.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, that's part've the fun! How 'bout you, Serena, y'game ta have a go?"\n\nThe black woman worries her lower lip with her teeth a little, giving the wall-cock a long glance, then looking at you. Her cheeks may not pink, but you can definitely see them darken. "Um, Kali, I think we are gonna go ahead and... hang out here for awhile. Do you think maybe you could at least watch the hallway, or...?"\n\n"Fine, fine." Still grinning, you hold up your hands to keep her from continuing and head to stand at the end of the hallway leading to the alcove from the female dorms. Folding your arms over your chest, you wait for awhile. And wait some more. Just as you're deciding a potential pair of friendships really isn't worth this, Tanya and Serena come trotting down the hall, looking rumpled and happy, arms around each others' waists.\n\n"Girl, you definitely don't know what you missed. That thing is <i>magic</i>, I swear!"\n\n"I'm sure. You two done now?"\n\n"Mm-hmm." Tanya nods, still grinning from ear to ear. "Y'definitely oughtta go give that thing a try before th' tournament's over, hon, best I ever had an' no awkward conversation after."\n\nRolling your eyes but still grinning, you head back with them, chatting for awhile before splitting off to head to your own room.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get some sleep.|HellKore1x7]]

The next day sees much the same routine as before, though this time the white-shirted servant leads you along a path to the rest of the island and away from the temple. You have to admit there are apparently some very pretty parts of this island... lush greenery surroundds the stone path as he leads you towards the mountain. The servant leads you up a set of long, winding steps, and you soon find yourself standing on a large stone disk set into two parts of close-together cliff faces. On one side is a large but quite beautiful set of waterfalls, the water plunging down into a large blue pool, streams winding away from it flowing towards the beach. On the other side is the open ocean, the height and placement of the disk meaning that parts of it hang off over both pool and sea. Seems pretty unsafe. \n\nThe Dark Judge is seated on what looks like a naturally-occurring throne shape atop a stack of boulders. Standing at the other end of the disk that's apparently meant to be your arena for the day is a large black man, his head bare-shaven and eyes dark, his powerfully-muscled arms and chest left bare, uncovered feet emerging from below the ends of his loose white gi pants. You recognize him fairly quickly... Jackson Jake. Started in boxing, trimmed down some and moved to kickboxing, bulked back up a little and moved into MMA. He's currently quite famous in the WMMAF, which is an entertainment-oriented fighting league complete with storylines and heels and faces.\n\nStill, you absolutely know he's no joke. Even if you hadn't seen his skill for yourself in his fights, you've heard of him through the martial arts side of things too, not just the fame side of things. Even if he wasn't a skilled fighter, he's a foot taller than you and way heavier, all of it muscle. Both of which are factors that could lead to an almost automatic win in this sort of no-holds-barred style fighting. Throw skill into the mix and your chances are starting to be grim.\n\nYou try not to let realization show on your face as you size him up, him doing the same thing to you. You suddenly remember something that a friend who works as a trainer at the WMMAF had told you that had been avoided as leaking out to the general public. Jackson Jake got in a motorcycle accident and had to have knee surgery about five months ago. He must have decided to try out this tournament partly to see if he was still in good form, but no way even the best knee surgery is going to be healed in five months. That left knee is going to be weak.\n\n"The prize for the loser in this fight, should they submit, is a collection of Ming Dynasty art," the servant announces as he steps back, barely registering as you consider your moral quandry.\n\n<hr>\n[[Exploit weakness.|HellKore1x8]]\n\n[[No, you want to prove you can take him directly!|HellKore]]

You swing a punch in as if you were going for another shot to the ribs, only to swing it upwards and hit him in the jaw, hard. His brain obviously gets rattled pretty good since he falls backwards, going limp as you release his wrist and let him fall. Panting, you scoot back, waiting for him to get up. Then you hear the Dark Judge's rumbling voice speak.\n\n"<b>Acknowledge your defeat! Submit!</b>"\n\nThe ninja doesn't move for a moment, and you wonder what a knockout counts as under these weird rules... automatic submission? But then he raises a hand slightly, wiggling it, then letting it slap down to the floor.\n\n"<b>Defeat, and in your very first match,</b>" the hooded man thunders, disgust plain to hear. "<b>Your punishment shall be befittingly humiliating.</b>"\n\nYou watch as a quartet of the white-shirted servants trot in, each of them grabbing one of the ninja's limbs and lifting him off the ground, then trundling off with him. You watch them go, actually starting to feel bad for the guy... this whole 'humiliating punishment' thing is a pretty weird aspect to the tournament. But you guess he'll at least have a hundred pounds of silver to soothe his ego afterward.\n\n"<b>You have won this day,</b>" the Dark Judge booms, gesturing at you with an open hand. "<b>Go from here, prepare yourself. You battle again tomorrow.</b>"\n\nGlad to get out of the weirdo's presence, you trot back up the steps, one of the servants leading you back to the common area of the temple. You grab a shower and a soak, then pull on some jeans and a t-shirt before heading down to the dining area. You get some food... slightly more simple fair today, seems to just be some sort of stew as the main dish on offer... and settle down at a spot near some of the other female fighters. As you're eating, you overhear some snickering coming from a pair of women, one wearing white pants and a star-spangled bikini top, the other in a black sports bra and bike shorts.\n\n"No, seriously, it's just <i>there</i>, sticking out of the wall. In this little alcove, fairly out of the way, but right out in the open otherwise."\n\n"Really? Maybe it's just a toy someone stuck there for giggles."\n\n"No, Marie said it's actually part of the wall. Old stone wall, completely realistic you-know-what sticking out of it."\n\n"I don't know what," you speak up, glancing over with a quirked eyebrow. It's not like they were trying to be terribly quiet, so you don't feel too bad about barging in.\n\nIt seems they don't feel too bad either, since both turn towards you, the straight-haired blonde in the bikini top grinning as she replies, "A cock."\n\n<hr>\n[[Say what now?|HellKore1x5]]

"A c-... are you serious?"\n\n"Marie's usually pretty serious," the other part of the conversation, a black woman with light hazelnut skin and her hair pulled back into a collection of braids says. "Tanya here and I have known her for awhile now. Name's Serena."\n\n"Callista. Kali's fine too." You scoot over a bit closer, moving your stew bowl with you. "So you're telling me this temple just has cocks sprouting from the walls?"\n\n"Maybe it's someone's perverted idea of entertainment," Tanya says with a snicker, leaning her elbow on the table. "Gotta give a bunch of tough girls a way ta let off some steam b'tween fights an' all. Marie said it's super-realistic."\n\n"I bet Marie checked it over pretty thoroughly," Serena says dryly, shaking her head and making her braids sway. "Still, sounds weird enough that I sorta wanna see for myself, now. I'm gonna go take a look. You two wanna come with?"\n\n"Aw hell, y'know I'm always up t'see somethin' silly. S'why I still visit m'family," Tanya says with a wide grin. "How 'bout you, Kali?"\n\nYou ponder it for a moment, then shrug. "Gimme a few to finish eating. After the grimdark weirdness I've seen today, maybe some completely ridiculous weirdness is just what I need."\n\n"Yeah, those 'Dark Judge' fellas're strange, huh?"\n\nOnce you've depleted your stew, the three of you stand and head back towards the female dorms. It takes a bit of wandering around and peering into featureless alcoves before Tanya gives a laugh, indicating you've found the right one. "Yup, there it is! Just stickin' right outta th' wall, proud's ya please!" You stare a bit... it is indeed a cock, a long slender one just jutting at full erection out of the wall, a pair of balls dangling beneath it.\n\n"I'll spare us all the double-daring each other to touch it," Serena says dryly, walking over and wrapping her hand around the shaft. She starts visibly. "Geez, it's even <i>warm</i>!" She leans down towards it, lifting the balls a bit. "This is the most realistic sex toy I've ever felt-"\n\n"Felt many?" both you and Tanya say at the same time, then start laughing.\n\n"-and it definitely does go right into the wall, yeah, like it just merges right into the stone," Serena continues, pointedly ignoring you both.\n\n"Hey," Tanya says, blue eyes lighting up, a grin of pure mischief curling her lips. "We oughtta try it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Noooo thank you.|HellKore1x6]]\n\n[[... Could be fun...|HellKore]]

You decide to dress sensibly. You came here to fight, not to show off your ass (though it is very nice). You settle on a pair of knee-length black shorts that are loose but not baggy, and a snug blue and black long-sleeved top that leaves your midriff bare and has built-in support. You add some martial arts slippers and run through a few brief katas before checking in the mirror. Resting your hands on your hips, you nod. Feels good, looks nice but normal, not bad. You head out to the dining hall and discover that your choices for the first morning are as varied as the average high-end hotel's, but limit yourself to a simple omelette with a bit of bacon in it. You don't like to load up before a fight. As you eat, servants coem to stand at the doors and start calling out names, usually just as the fighters have finished eating.\n\nYour last bite of omelette is barely washed down with the last of your water when one of the servants calls "Kali!" Wiping your mouth, you stand and trot over to the door, where he nods and gestures for you to follow a second servant waiting behind him. The white-shirted man leads you through a number of hallways, to the point that you're starting to wonder just how big this temple really is, before you finally emerge into a large room. A series of long, shallow steps leads down into a recessed area about the size of a typical martial arts ring, albeit rectangular rather than square. The only other people besides you and the servant are a black-clad man down in the ring and an enormous figure in elaborate black steel armor and an all-consuming black hood sitting in a large throne at one end of the raised area.\n\nYou eye first the armored figure... must be the "Dark Judge" the host mentioned... before focusing on the other fighter as you descend into the ring. He's dressed like a ninja out of a video game or something... black hood, silver mask covering his lower face, a headband tied around the hood with a metal plate on the front that has two nubby little demon horns raising up from it. Black tunic with Japanese symbols on it, metal bracers, red sash, baggy pants bound around his lower legs and metal shinguards, the works.\n\n"The prize for the loser of this fight, should they submit, is one hundred pounds of silver," the servant announces, his hands clasped in front of him as he stands near the door.\n\nYou raise your eyebrows. That much silver could pretty much keep someone in comfort for the rest of their lives, at today's prices. Mulling that over a bit, you again turn towards the "ninja", eyeing him thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take this guy seriously.|HellKore]]\n\n[[You'd better take this guy seriously.|HellKore1x3]]

Remembering your own earlier thoughts about the effectiveness of how someone dresses, you chide yourself not to dismiss anyone because they might have dressed to intimidate. Or just however they want. Hell, you know at least one guy that likes to cosplay little girl anime characters during his fights, he can still break peoples' faces. You settle into place across from the "ninja" and begin sizing him up, seeing him do the same. Immediately you notice at least one benefit to what he's wearing that indicates he might not be a complete idiot... it's nearly impossible to guess his real build under there.\n\n"<b>Fighters, prepare yourselves,</b>" a rumbling voice booms from one end of the room, and you resist the urge to jump. Whoever's in that Dark Judge costume has a hell of a subwoofer hooked up to a throat microphone.\n\nHe didn't call for the two of you to bow, but you do anyway, a short one that mostly just angles your upper body towards him. He hesitates, then returns the gesture in kind. You settle into your stance, body slightly turned and one fist a bit forward, the other close in, legs apart, shifting your weight to the balls of your feet somewhat. He crouches down, one arm across his upper body, the other held along his side.\n\n"<b>Begin!</b>"\n\nYou're instantly glad you decided to take this seriously, as your opponent comes at you like a bolt of lightning. You barely snap your leading arm in an upward arc as his fist comes at your face, your forearm striking his and knocking the strike off the mark. You follow through with the movement, slamming your other fist into his ribs. He grunts loudly and then snaps a palm-strike to your abs, making you stumble back and giving him room to recover. This time he snaps a kick upward at you, and you duck back, tucking your hands under his heel and shoving upwards, sending him into an unintentional flip... that he uses to kick you in the chin with the other foot.\n\nSeeing stars, you stagger a little, but focus just in time to see him coming at you, aiming a strike at the side of your neck with a chopping motion. Apparently he didn't expect you to come around so fast, since when you catch his wrist his eyes widen. Frankly rather pissed off, you begin slamming a hard series of blows into his side, aiming for nerve clusters, ribs, armpit, back muscles, generally anything that will <i>hurt</i>. It clearly does since he cries out in pain and doesn't seem to be immediately able to counterattack. You could end this all with one strike, at this point.\n\n<hr>\n[[Clean shot to the head.|HellKore1x4]]\n\n[[Cheap shot the son of a bitch.|HellKore7x1]]

Minikin are really better off as supports anyway, you decide, selecting that class option. The catboy goes through his excited jumping animation as his tanktop turns into a gaudily colored and patterned vest, leaving his chest bare under it, and the shorts turn into a pair of relatively plain pants tucked into pirate-style red boots.\n\nYou'd expect to get to change his face and eye color and Minikin-type next, but instead get... well, this must be what all the fuss is about. You snort quietly at the idea that these trait things could really work like they sound, they're probably just a bunch of vanilla stat bonuses and minuses.\n\n<center>Choose your hero's trait!</center>\n\n[[Bamboozler|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character is especially skilled at spinning tall tales and whipping up convincing lies. However, such things can easily lead them into paths of greater and greater danger! (A plus to deception effects until it critfails, you figure.)\n\n[[Sexy Li'l Thing|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character's charisma and charm makes them beloved by all... and perhaps rather more than just beloved by some! Have a care, their appeal crosses certain lines. (Stat boosts but you draw aggro easier, or something.)\n\n[[The Golden Tongue|GGWOWplaceholder]] - Your character has the most beautiful singing voice in the world, but this may draw more attention than they can deal with. Overly appreciative fans may appear to try and have your character to themselves! (Boosted bard songs but occasional random spawning enemies, maybe?)

You ate before you got on the boat, and besides, it sounds like tomorrow could be a <i>very</i> intense day. You head off to the left wing of the temple, passing by doors until you find one with your name on it in rather beautiful calligraphy. You push open the door and find a room that could only be described as "opulent", with a huge four-poster bed with a rich maroon comforter, high-class furniture including a table, chairs, and vanity, and a personal restroom. Everything's surprisingly modern bordering on cutting-edge, except for the lack of anything like a TV, radio, or telephone. It seems they draw the line at electronics, but not at a whirlpool bathtub.\n\nAfter a very relaxing hot bath and a great night's sleep on a bed that you could almost sink into and disappear (just how you like it, interestingly enough), you rise in the morning feeling refreshed and ready to face what could be a very strange day. You don a sports bra as your only necessary clothing for a quick morning workout and warmup right there in your room, then take a quick shower before returning to start unpacking your gear. You brought plenty of (fighting-related) clothing since you didn't really know what the tournament would require, and turns out it's apparently anything-goes.\n\nYou pause, then look at your pack again. Some of it could be considered pretty risque... indeed, there's some that you only wear when working out in private (when you don't do that nearly-nude, anyway). The host did say that any method was acceptable... you're guessing that includes psychological warfare. Some guys do get distracted by sexy girl parts, after all, or they get reluctant to go all-out when reminded that their opponent is a woman. Not all of them, certainly, but enough that it could be a distinctive advantage. And if the stakes are as high as they sound, you might need every advantage you can get. \n\nYou decide to dress-\n\n<hr>\n[[... sensible.|HellKore1x2]]\n\n[[... sexy.|HellKore3x1]]

You can't help but smirk, watching a visible shiver play through the lawyer's body as she gives your stiffening shaft a squeeze. "Seems you've found something you like, huh?" you offer, since you don't exactly have any good go-to lines for when a married woman grabs your dick in her office in the middle of the day.\n\n"I-I'm sorry, I... I can't seem to help myself," she answers breathlessly, right before sinking down to her knees and starting to undo your pants. She gasps loudly as she pulls them open and your hard cock drops free from the front flap of your boxers, practically smacking her in the face. "O-oh... oh my," she murmurs, her voice almost a moan as she brings both hands up to start stroking at you, rubbing the smooth skin of your shaft against her face. "It's... it's so much bigger than my husband's..."\n\nWhile you do admit that you've never exactly been worried about the size of your endowments, you do look (and feel) extra long, thick, and hard today. Maybe it's because in all your various experiences, you've never had a mature married woman running her fingers over you almost worshipfully, while gazing up at you with lust-glazed eyes. You give a soft grunt of pleasure as she drags her tongue up the underside of your shaft, rolling it around before sucking at part of your shaft, stroking the lower half with one hand. But she doesn't stay licking at it long before she slides her mouth over the head, starting to suck on it eagerly and shamelessly, her head twisting slightly as she bobs up and down, gulping at your prick without reservation.\n\nMoaning more loudly, you reach down and put both hands on her head. "Geez, you're really fuckin' in love with my cock, huh?" you growl, your voice coming out a little deeper and more resonant than you're used to, as if from deeper in your chest. When she gives a low, needy moan in response, you take that as permission to take some initiative. You begin thrusting your hips and pulling on her head, smirking as she almost immediately quags loudly, then again, before your next push actually pushes into her throat. If you were worried about how she might take you deciding to fuck her face, the look in her eyes when she rolls them up at you again, blatantly pleading for more, eliminates it. You keep thrusting your hips, working your throbbing prick deeper into her throat with every thrust, drool dribbling down her chin as she yanks her suit jacket open, then pops several of the top buttons of her blouse so she can yank down the front of her bra. Her tits are large and full, looking all the moreso for being pushed upward by the shoved-down bra, filling her hands as she kneads at them while you pound her throat.\n\nAfter a few minutes you pull your cock out past her lips, the length of it dripping with churned-up spit, and slap it lightly against her face a few times. "Yeah, you like that? You like that, you fucking slut? Like sucking some young guy's dick in your office?"\n\n"Oh fuck, oh yes, please fuck my face some more, please," she begs, right before you shove your prick back in her mouth and start doing just that. But eventually you want more, and pull out again, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her up, lifting her some to take the steps back necessary to sit her on the edge of her desk. She writhes needily as you shove up her skirt and yank the crotch of her white panties aside, the blonde crying out eagerly as you stuff your spit-shined prick in her pussy. She wraps her arms and legs lightly around you as you start fucking her against the desk, her pussy squeezing and trembling around you with practically every thrust. "Oh fuck, yes yes yes, fuck my slutty cunt with your hot young prick, you're fucking me better than my husband ever did, fuck, yes, fuck!"\n\nYou wonder if the office is soundproofed or if she just doesn't care about letting everyone else in the building know that she's cheating on her husband with a nineteen-year-old client. You find you don't really care which it is, you're too focused on grabbing at those big mature tits and kneading them, feeling your fingers sink into them as they jiggle against your hands, her pretty blonde hair now in disarray, strands of it slipped free of the braid and drifting in front of her sweaty, flushed face as it contorts with her pleasure. You're actually a little surprised you haven't cum already... you're definitely feeling a greater sense of control than any time before. But still as she bucks against you, her half-pantied ass rubbing across the desktop, you can feel yourself getting close.\n\n<hr>\n[[Cum in her.|Austin]]\n\n[[Cum on her.|Austin1x5]]

Feeling the pressure welling up, you pull back suddenly from Mrs. Andrews, your cock yanked out of her pussy and dripping girlcum as it does. As unprompted and eager as any porn actress, the lawyer immediately slips down from the desk and back onto her knees, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide, making breathless, needy noises as you stroke your prick while aiming it at her face. You moan lowly as you start firing long, thick ropes of milky white across her face, splattering on her extended tongue and smearing on the lenses of her glasses. You just keep going, shooting probably the biggest load of your life as you cover her face, some of it dripping down onto her bare tits or landing in her pretty hair, or soaking into the jacket of her suit.\n\nFinally, when you've stopped, she continues kneeling there looking quite the mess, closing her mouth to swallow what landed in it and then licking her lips. "Thank you, Master," she moans, sending a thrilling shiver through you. You really do feel like her master... as if your cumshot has marked her as yours somehow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept her servitude.|Austin]]\n\n[[This has gone far enough.|Austin]]\n\n[[Mark her even more.|Austin]]

The check you already got would pay for the rest of your school, buy you a nice house and car debt-free, and let you live off of it for quite awhile... taking any more money almost seems greedy, and you have your own interest in strange and unusual things from around the world. Hey, maybe that's why Guncle Archie left it to you. "I think I'll take the artifacts, thank you," you answer with a nod.\n\n"Alright. We just need to confirm that this is the right crate by opening it, and then I'll have it delivered to the address you specify." Mrs. Andrews stands and makes her way over to the crate, beckoning lightly for you to follow her. She picks up the pry bar from the top of the crate and wedges it in, giving a few shoves. Either she's stronger than she looks or the nails weren't hammered in particularly deep, because the lid practically pops off. She slides it to one side, enough for the light to get in and reveal packing material and a number of objects inside. "There we go. I recognize several items from the manifest so it looks like everything's here, can you confirm that this crate is full please?"\n\nYou nod, leaning forward and looking for several moments longer than necessary since it feels almost like a ritual, then nod. "Yeah, looks okay to me."\n\n"Alright, then just let me grab the papers for you to sign," she announces as she heads back to the desk.\n\nYou take a look in while you wait, and notice that sitting close to the top, resting in a bowl, is a pendant with a chain made of multiple-linked gold links to give it a sort of squarish look. The pendant is gold as well, and seems to be a snarling lion's head surrounded by a glorious mane. It's certainly a nice bit of jewelry, and it's yours now, you suppose, maybe you could go ahead and put it on.\n\n<hr>\n[[Put it on.|Austin1x3]]\n\n[[Leave it for later.|Austin]]

It's definitely caught your eye, so you snag the chain and haul it out. There's no clasp, but the chain is plenty long enough for you to slip it over your head, the lion's head settling on your chest easily. \n\n"Here you are, Austin," Mrs. Andrews chirps as she makes her way over, setting the papers with a pad under them on top of the crate. "Oh! You ah... you seem to have found something you like already," she notes, for some reason sounding rather flustered as she looks at the pendant. "It... it looks quite nice on you," she notes, and as you glance up from looking over the paper, you notice that her cheeks are a little flushed. Odd. You finish signing your name and filling out the address of your mother's house, since there's not exactly anywhere to put the crate in your room back at school, and look up to find Mrs. Andrews still looking at you with pink cheeks.\n\n"Ah... does it really look that good on me?" you ask, slightly embarrassed as you glance down at the pendant.\n\n"Well... yes, it... I'm really not quite sure what it is, but somehow it makes you look very... manly. Perhaps it just suits you particularly well, is all," she murmurs, reaching out to adjust your collar a little over the necklace, then tracing a hand lightly down the links. It would almost be a motherly gesture... except for the way her pretty eyes have glazed over a little and her lips are parted slightly, her chest rising and falling a bit visibly from her quickened breath. Her fingertips trace over the outline of the lion's head, her teeth starting to worry her lower lip a little...\n\n... before her hand trails down the front of your shirt, to your pants, and she brazenly grabs at your cock through them. Your eyes widen in shock as you look at her face, her own eyes gazing back needfully as she strokes and rubs your shaft through the layers of cloth.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|Austin1x4]]\n\n[[Refuse her.|Austin]]

You consider for a moment, then decide that your mother would probably skin you alive if you went off to live in some haunted house for who-knows-how-long, even if it was in the quest to earn a sizeable inheritance. She's been pretty clear on how important your education is to her, after all. So with a bit of an internal sigh, you answer, "If you could set up an appointment for me to come by your office, please?"\n\n"Certainly. I took the liberty of looking up your class schedule online, I can have a driver sent over to pick you up after your last final, if that's alright?"\n\nHuh, you suppose it must be a pretty hoity-toity lawyer's office if they go to that sort of effort. But then as you understand it ol' Guncle Archie was swimming in money, stands to reason whatever law firm he employed would go the extra mile. Confirming the date, time, and place with Mrs. Andrews, you hang up and go back to preparing for your finals, with a bit of a distracted air at this point.\n\nYour last class of the semester finally comes, with a few people giving you odd looks, since you bothered to put on slacks and a collared shirt apparently to take a test. (It's more the fact that you feel it appropriate for going to see a lawyer, somehow. You suppose they can't actually refuse to give you your inheritance just because you showed up in a football team shirt and jeans but, social niceties are what they are.) Still, you're a little surprised when you exit the building and find a classy-looking town car with a suit-clad man holding a sign with your name on it standing by it. This is clearly no Uber, obviously. You introduce yourself to the driver and climb in, enjoying the ride (it's no fully-stocked limo but the cushy seats are pretty awesome) to a tall, gleaming building, the driver telling you which floor to go up to. You have to stop briefly to give your name and where you're going to a security guard, and then it's an elevator ride to one of the upper floors, where you step out into a very nice lobby.\n\nWaiting there for you, standing near the receptionist's desk, is a tallish blonde woman in a black skirt-suit, with blonde hair in a short braid draped over one shoulder and slim glasses perched on her nose. She's actually quite nice-looking, though the suit is clearly meant to be more professional than flattering.\n\n<img src="images/uVtYMTY.jpg">\n\n"You must be Austin. Good morning, I'm Mrs. Andrews, and I'm in charge of your great-uncle's estate. Please, follow me to my office, I was just on my way to pick up the papers pertaining to you, but we'll get you situated first."\n\nYou follow her down the hall (hm, the skirt's still a little flattering though, you admit after a quick glance) and shows you into an office with a great view of the city, but otherwise opaque walls... one supposes privacy must be one of those benefits you earn from being important in an office like this. Mrs. Andrews asks if you'd like anything to drink and, after your polite refusal, leaves you to take a seat while she goes to retrieve the papers. You glance around at the photos and degrees on the wall... huh, the family photos on the wall show her mostly with a man and two girls, one about your own age and the other a few years younger, looks like. The girls look enough like both her and the man that they must be her children, even though she looks a bit younger than your own mother. She must either have good genes or a good surgeon, you think idly as she returns and settles down behind the desk with a file folder that she swings open.\n\n"Alright, Austin, at this point I'd like to outline your options," she explains in a cheerful but professional tone, alternating her pale blue eyes between you and the papers. "Your great-uncle left you a set amount of money, as noted. Ah yes, here, a check," she adds, plucking a slip of paper from the folder and holding it out to you. She continues on while you're still goggling at the amount of zeroes on the check. "Now, the first option is [[an additional monetary payout|Austin]], simple and straightforward. Archibald, however, also set up a number of other options for you, should you wish to gain what he called 'the benefit of my experiences' rather than simple wealth."\n\nShe sets aside a small stack of clipped-together papers. "The first option is that you may accept one of a small handful of [[real estate properties|Austin2x1]]. There are some very interesting and valuable properties here, the sort of things that it can be difficult to buy these days. It should be noted, however, that some of them do come with tenants already living in them, and your uncle stated his preference that you allow them to continue to do so if at all possible. If you decide to accept one of these, my firm has also been instructed to secure you entrance to a nearby university of your choice and insure full transferral of your credits."\n\n"Your great-uncle also left behind a number of [[artifacts|Austin1x2]] from his years of traveling the globe and indulging in amateur archaeology and even paleontology. They're a bit of a jumble at the moment, I'm afraid, there's rather literally a small crate of them here in the office, awaiting donation to various museums should you elect not to take ownership of them." She gestures over to a waist-high wooden cube sitting in a corner of the office. "Theoretically their value could be even more than the monetary bequeathment... but obviously you would need to handle that yourself, if you actually wished to part with them."\n\n"The last option was the services of your great-uncle's [[personal assistant|AustinElf1x1]]. Obviously not the sort of thing one would generally will to someone else, but this person is apparently as eccentric as your uncle was. Their employment can in fact be transferred via bequest, and there is no requirement to pay them, as their salary is handled entirely by the estate. I will say that while I haven't met the individual in question, they are apparently highly competent and your great-uncle said he found them invaluable in practically every area of his life."\n\nShe finishes laying out the papers, then laces her fingers and rests her hands on the desk, smiling pleasantly at you. "Now, you are allowed to pick whichever of these options most interests you. The others, should you not choose them, will either go to predetermined places... as noted, most of the artifacts are destined for museums if you don't take them... or to other recipients mentioned in the will. However, you may only choose one, so please feel free to take your time and choose carefully."

"Then run," the thing in the bushes says.\n\nAnd you're running, without starting or beginning or picking a direction, you're just running, you're running and it's chasing you, somewhere in the darkness and also nipping at your heels, every bit of your body focused on nothing but the purest desire to escape from the predator behind. You snap through branches and bushes that try to claw at your limbs and slow their progress, to hold you up for the thing coming for you, but your resolve is enough to push through, to keep running, to stay ahead. \n\nAnd then the trees part and you're running into a glade. There's a long stone slab, and resting atop it on one side is a shaped knife of grey rock, and on the other side a shield made of leather stretched over a wooden frame. Leaned against the slab between the two is a spear with a head of obsidian, gleaming and black in the sunlight.\n\n<hr>\n[[Take the knife.|Dream]]\n\n[[Take the spear.|Dream1x3]]\n\n[[Take the shield.|Dream]]\n\n[[Keep running.|Dream]]

You snatch up the spear and turn, already angling it and bracing yourself, knowing the beast is coming for you, knowing the beast is leaping, knowing the beast is presenting its heart to you.\n\nThe impact shakes your arms, the sight of the stone pushing through flesh and blood and sinking in past the wood shakes your soul, but you do not shake as the wolf impacts against the point of the spear and is carried by its momentum, claws still reaching towards you, mouth still open and bared in a snarl drawing closer to your face. And then the wolf's lips curl along its muzzle in a smile, and it murmurs "Yes, good job" in your father's voice as its blood runs down the shaft of the spear, sliding warm and slick over your hands and curling around your forearms.\n\nAnd then the wolf is gone and you're standing there alone, in an empty glade holding a spear, your arms red to the elbows, your breath soft and shaking, your skin damp. The air you breathe in is cold and burns, and letting it out when it's been heated inside you makes you chilled.\n\n<hr>\n[[This dream is done.|Dream]]\n\n[[Time to move on.|Dream1x4]]

You decide to head for the "Practical Solutions" exhibit... you bet there's a lot of interactive demonstrations and stuff like that, and you've always wanted to try that sort of thing! Though you notice that there's already fewer people taking this pathway as you go along, and that a lot of them are looking at the posters for the various movies that are apparently examples of this shop's work... and then turning around and going back, presumably to look at the other exhibits. Admittedly, most of these movies were made in the eighties nineties and they look pretty cheesy now, but that just seems unfair.\n\nBy the time you get to the doors at the end of the hallway where people are meant to line up to be let in, you're the only one there. The doors open up ahead of you and the older teen working the line waves you on in with a rueful grin on his face.\n\nInside the sort of mini-lobby gathering area are a pair of people in black Worldland polo shirts and khaki pants. The guy is about your father's age, with a short, greying beard and professionally trimmed hair, making him look like every guy you've ever seen on a home improvement show. The other is a younger woman who looks like she's in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, making her look sort of like every other professional female you've seen in this sort of situation.\n\n"So it's just you, huh?" the woman asks, shaking her head.\n\n"She doesn't mean it like <i>that</i>," the man adds in a bemused tone, giving his colleague a look. "It's just that our exhibit's sort of dried up after the big opening. I guess practical effects aren't very popular with most of the audience either, these days. I'm Greg, this is Kelly."\n\n"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to sound like we weren't glad to see you," Kelly adds sheepishly. Then she perks up some. "Still, sort of works out in your favor. I mean, rather than going on a big winding tour and sticking to everyone else's pace, we can show you whatever you want as long as you want-"\n\n"As long as it's not over half an hour, since that's how long the tour is supposed to last," Greg cuts in with a grin.\n\n"Not much chance of anyone else turning up, but yeah I guess we'd have to check back here and see. <i>Any</i>way, that also means you get to do all the participation parts!"\n\nYour heart soars a bit at hearing that. You'd been wondering if you'd be lucky enough to get to do any of that, now you're going to get to do whatever of it you want! Still, though, there is a cute girl in the room, so you try to play it cool. "Hey, neat," you say evenly, bobbing your head and tucking your hands in your pockets. Nailed it.\n\n"So let's see, where do you want to start? We've got a [[giant animatronic hummingbird|MiniEricStart]] from <i>Baby I Miniaturized Our Offspring</i>..."\n\n"An underrated Eddie Murphy classic."\n\n"I thought so too! Anyway, you get to ride it inside a wind tunnel and normally people would see you zooming around the backyard on a screen, but we can just show you the playback after since riding the bird is the fun part. There are other animatronic exhibits too, like the one of [[famous people in history|AniHistStart]] or there's our [[movie robots|AniBotsStart]]. We even have a small [[stop motion exhibit|StopMoStart]] where you can try out one of the earliest style of practical effects! So, what do you think you'd like to try?"

The more you think about it, the more it makes sense to take the housesitting job. After all, looking after a dog kind of provides a lot of opportunities to screw up, and being anxious by nature you could kind of do with cutting down on that sort of thing. It sounds like this job will basically involve sitting around in an empty house for awhile, making sure no one robs the place and that you clean up after yourself, and you're pretty sure you can handle that without much stress.\n\nYou call up to offer your services, and though it takes a little convincing, Mr. Aubergine eventually seems to agree that you'll be acceptable. From the somewhat grudging nature of his agreement you get the sense that he probably didn't get that many other applicants and the others may have come off way worse than a teenage kid with no experience. Your parents take a bit of convincing, but since they know you and apparently find it unlikely you'll be throwing any wild parties in someone else's house, they eventually agree as well.\n\nOn the day you're due to show up, you finish packing up your bag and decide to walk over to Mr. Aubergine's house. Your mother offers to drive you, but it just feels awkward to be dropped off at your first job by your mom. The unfortunate side effect of this is that you arrive at the house a bit sweaty from the warm spring day. Eventually you arrive, spotting a house that's... mildly ominous enough that you seriously consider turning around and going home. Made of dark red brick, with an odd design involving turrets and chimneys, it looks a bit more like someone cast a spell to turn an old brick home into a castle than anything else.\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/GuEeHTg.jpg>\n\nStill, maybe that's part of it... you know that there are some kids in town whose approach to any house that looks "weird" or "haunted" is to throw bricks through the window. (You're not sure what you could do to stop that, other than maybe put a tarp over the window and call the cops afterward, but you guess the owner thinks that's better than having a broken window for the entire time he's gone.) You knock at the door, and it's almost immediately answered by what you figure must be Mr. Aubergine. He's middle-aged, smooth-scalped, and stout... not really <i>fat</i>, from the look of him, but definitely broad and wide-bellied. He's wearing a three-piece suit, and looks you up and down a bit dubiously, and won't even fully open the door until you've shown him your ID.\n\n"Alright, boy, here's the rules," he says as he shows you into a living room furnished in simple, tasteful furniture in dark woods and deep red fabrics. "Unless you're required by some damage done to the house, you are not to go into any other rooms besides this one, the guest bedroom and bathroom downstairs, and the kitchen. Restrain yourself to those rooms and those rooms alone. You may go out in the backyard during the day, but be inside before nightfall, and do not go anywhere near my garden or pond at any time. In the event of a tornado warning, you may go into the basement, but <i>only</i> if there is a tornado warning. A woman of my acquaintance might stop by as well... black-haired, well-dressed, nice eyes, you don't need to know any more about her than that, including her name. Simply tell her that I'm not in and she should come back later. You will repeat all of this back to me to assure me that you understand."\n\n"U-um, right," you stammer, trying not to be intimidated. "I shouldn't go anywhere but this room, the bedroom and bathroom down here, and the kitchen. Only go in the back yard if it's daytime and even then stay away from the garden and pond. If I hear a tornado warning I should go to the basement but not otherwise. If your friend stops by I should just tell her you're away and to come back later."\n\nHe stares at you for a moment, then nods slowly. "Obviously, should you make a mess or leave the house in a wretched state, you can consider your payment forfeit. As well, if you break anything or misuse anything, I <i>will</i> see that I am repaid." He glowers for a moment, but apparently pleased that you seem properly intimidated, nods and hands you a key. "Very well. I will return on the agreed-upon date, and promptly. The house had best be in the same state I left it." And without so much as a 'goodbye', he turns and marches off and out the door. \n\nWow, nice guy, huh? You let out a shuddery breath, having to admit that you were pretty intimidated. In fact... you notice a distinct "whiffiness" to yourself. Between walking sweat and stress sweat, you think the first thing you need to do on the job is take a shower.\n\n<hr>\n[[Shower in the guest bathroom.|QOHS1x1]]\n\n[[Shower in the master bathroom.|QOHS]]

'Eeeeasy, Tiger,' you tell your cock as it twitches some in its highly clinging and detail-providing bodysuited prison. The train station is a little ways past the alley you're hiding in, and that's one of the only real places a curious, exploration-hungry person might go. Best to let her go right past you.\n\nAnd she does, walking past the alley without so much as a glance to betray that she might have noticed you. You let her get a bit further past, enough to put just a decent amount of space between you just in case, then rise and turn, stepping out of the alley and raising the gun. You've programmed some skills into this body, so it does a bit of sighting and auto-aiming for you, and you can almost immediately pull the trigger. The crackling ovoid of energy flies out of the emitter at the end of the rifle and buzzes through the air, striking Tifa in the mid-back with roughly the force of a well-made and accurately thrown water balloon, minus the sensation of getting wet. Still, it obviously gets her attention, as she yelps and stumbles a bit, whirling around to face you.\n\nShock and anger come over her face as she realizes that she's facing down a stranger holding what's obviously a gun, even if it's some sort of nuisance device. Then an odd look comes over her face, more confusion than anything else, as if something had suddenly occurred to her and she were struggling to remember it. She stands there, brow knitted for a moment, until for just a split second a look of abject horror comes over her face, her eyes going wide, lips parting as she stares at you in terror. Then all that fear and stress just melts out of face, her eyes settling and turning just a bit heavy-lidded and glassy. Her lips curl up in a faint smile, as if she were daydreaming about something nice, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders. Her hands, which had started to come up and clench into fists, open and settle placidly to her sides.\n\nSmirking, you swing the rifle into place on your back and saunter over to her, resting your hands on your hips. "Well hey there, Tifa!"\n\n"Oh, hello," she greets you pleasantly, with just the faintest edge of being mildly distracted, even as she looks at you and smiles cheerfully.\n\n"You know, Tifa, something I couldn't help but notice as I look at you," you muse aloud, making a show of cupping your chin and looking her up and down. "But you have some really huge tits on you, don't you?"\n\n"Mhm, I do," she agrees easily enough, nodding along. "People stare at them a lot, and I can tell they want to grab them. I suppose I should let them if they want to..."\n\nThose new neural pathways are definitely in place. Snickering, you continue, "Mmm, but it's not just the tits, it's that ass, too, those hips, you are just too hot. In fact, it's pretty obvious that the only reason you exist is to be a fucktoy."\n\n"That makes sense," Tifa agrees, nodding along easily. "I probably was only born to be a fucktoy for people."\n\n"And fucktoys have owners, don't they? Well, I'm yours, so from now on, you're my property."\n\n"Okay, I'm your sex doll," she agrees with a little salute, the motion of her arm making her tits jiggle. "I belong to you and am nothing but a thing to be used for sex."\n\n"Good. So ditch the panties, then squat down and start sucking my cock, toy," you command, willing your suit to open up at the crotch, your now thoroughly stiff prick springing free and wobbling in the night air of the filthy slums street.\n\n"Okay~," Tifa agrees happily, immediately pulling her skirt up at the sides to reveal white cotton panties hugging up against an obviously plump pussy... one that she bares as she shamelessly strips out of the panties then and there in the street, working them over her boots as she lifts her feet out of them. Balancing on the balls of her feet as she squats down, knees spread wide to show that pussy off, she brings her gloved hands up, one fondling your balls and the other starting to stroke your shaft. "Thank you for allowing me to fulfill my reason for existing by pleasuring your cock, Master," she coos up at you before leaning in to slide her mouth over the head of your cock, tongue swirling around it in smooth, steady rolls as she begins bobbing her head.\n\nYou moan softly, raising your own hands up to your tits, the material of your suit squeaking and creaking lowly at being rubbed as you start kneading them. You let your lower teeth drag along your lower lip as Tifa, her brain urging her to perform as a good little sex toy, completely ignores her gag reflex and slides your cock into her throat after only a few strokes of her mouth, even her gagging noises sounding mindlessly cheerful and eager to please. Laughing softly, knowing that both the player and character are both eternally locked into being your self-respectless fuckpets, you start tweaking and tugging at your fat nipples through the tight material adhering to them, thrusting your hips a little bit against Tifa's headbobbing and stroking, and her diligent, tireless working of your balls. Eventually you let out a long moan and start spilling down her throat, reaching down with one hand to shove at the back of her head, keeping her lips fastened securely around the root of your prick as you empty your sack into her belly, Tifa not giving so much as a twitch of resistance or shock.\n\nOnce you do remove your hand, she slowly pulls her head back, sucking you clean the whole way, until your cock pops out of her mouth. She smiles serenely up at you. "Thank you for using my mouth as a cumdump, Mistress, since that's the only reason it exists."\n\n"You're welcome," you reply a little breathlessly, laughing some as you tap a control on your wrist. Tifa flickers and disappears, sent back to your hab area, where she'll be cleaned up and prepared for eternal residency by the automaton staff. Willing your suit closed again, you now simply need to decide whether to open up a portal to the hab area yourself, or go right back to the mission room and get to work on another capture.\n<<set $tifacaptured to true>><<set $mbtifa to true>><<set $capsucc += 1>>\n<hr>\n[[Hab area.|Capture-HabArea]]\n\n[[Mission room.|Capture-MissionRoom]]

The less people around, the better. Besides, you didn't program any powerful NPCs into these scenarios, and right now all the players are segregated into their own instances... Tifa won't have a Barret or a Cloud or anyone like that to go walking around with her.\n\nYou settle into a crouch in the alleyway and wait, making sure that your suit is set to 'stealth mode', generally blurring your presence and making you blend into low-light areas better. (Yet it doesn't stop glowing, aren't games fun?) This isn't the particularly fun part of hunting down slaves, but hey, if you want to do it right...\n\nEventually your patience is rewarded. You almost think you've miscalculated when the lights shut off, but a second later Tifa steps out of the bar. Of course for your own benefit and to encourage players, the model you built for the game was particularly sexy... the original outfit, with nice big boobs, the top just short enough to show the slightest hint of underboob from a lowered perspective, the snug little shiny skirt that's obviously just barely covering everything, the fantastic legs... and of course beautiful long hair, perfect toned arms, and firm belly, the works. You grin as she starts to walk down the street in your general direction, looking about the sights (or what passes for them in Sector Seven) in a slightly tourist-y fashion... the player's influence, no doubt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Now!|CapTifa-MBR3x1]]\n\n[[Juuust wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x2]]

A pocket healer seems like a natch... besides, he really is cute. You gather from the way he acts and that he's an adventurer that he's probably about your age, though he's on the short and slender side besides being pretty. You watch him as he goes about trying to ingratiate himself into a group, mostly ones with pretty girls, trying to put a bit of a strut into his step as he approaches them, and making his pitch. It's not quite 'Hello there ladies, a big strong man is here to protect you' level, it's far more polite and respectful than that, but there is an undercurrent of him presenting himself as, well, a big strong man, and that probably explains why he keeps getting turned down (sometimes with laughter) and slumping off away after apologizing for bothering them.\n\n'Oho, have a complex about being little and pretty, do we?' you muse as you watch him rally his confidence for another attempt. You get the sense if he was just being sincere and maybe even put a bit of puppy dog eyes on, the girls here in the tavern would be eating him up (and probably a fair portion of the guys), but he obviously wants to be seen as a paragon of manliness. Watching him fail again after talking to the elf caster you noticed earlier (who at least is more polite and gentle than some of the others), you make your move, sliding up alongside him as he walks away. "Having a rough night, tiger?"\n\nHe actually jumps a little in shock, scrambling slightly to one side, the brief resemblence to a startled kitten not doing anything for his desire to be taken seriously. "W-ha-wha?! Oh, um, h-hello there," he murmurs, in his natural slightly soft and sweet voice since he apparently forgets for a moment to do his 'tough guy' voice he was using with the others. "Um, well, I... yes," he admits with a sigh, slumping his shoulders.\n\n"Tell you what, I'll buy you a beer and you can tell me about it, hm?" you offer, clapping a hand on his shoulder.\n\nHe perks a bit, obviously rather enthused at someone offering to buy him a beer instead of milk or something similar. He follows you to the bar and clambers onto one of the stools, where you notice something from his pulled-back hood. You can't quite help but comment, "Are those kitty ears?" with a bit of laughter in your voice.\n\nHe pouts at you, yet again just reinforcing how adorable he is, and sulkily says, "My sister made it for me, I couldn't turn it down, okay?"\n\nWell, you probably set yourself back a little on getting on his good side, but that's another valuable piece of information. 'Probably an older sister too. Masculinity complex and sister complex too, huh?' you think smugly to yourself as you settle into the stool beside his. "My name's Cyan."\n\n"I'm Leon," he answers, squaring his shoulders and puffing out his chest a bit. "I'm a second-rank white mage, graduated with honors from my class at the temple!"\n\n"Wow, not bad!" you reply cheerfully, making sure to put plenty of enthusiasm in your voice. "That must have been pretty hard work, huh? Tough training?"\n\nObviously delighted by your phrasing of his time at the temple as being hard work (and thus manly), he starts chattering about the long nights of study and prayer, with you leading him on as you do, making sure that as it goes along you keep leaning in towards him, emphasizing your height over him subtly and using a more familiar, fond tone in your encouragement. Of course it doesn't hurt that you keep buying him beers, and by halfway through his fourth one it's not hard to subtly prompt him into suggesting that the two of you go upstairs to his room.\n\n"S'just... not fair," he says with a barely-suppressed sniffle as the two of you make your way upstairs, your arm around his shoulders to gently nudge his head up against your breast. "M'nineteen... nineteen! But every other jus' sees some... some cute kid," he adds with a huff.\n\n"It's fine," you coo to him, rather than pointing out he'd probably seem less like a cute kid if he wasn't trying so hard to seem adult. "I promise you I don't see you as a kid, okay?" Smirking, you reach over to gently cup the front of his crotch and give a light squeeze, murmuring in his ear, "I promise I don't."\n\nHe gasps loudly, and the half-hardon he'd developed over time talking to you instantly springs into a full one. "A-alright," he gasps out, hurrying a bit more with moving to and unlocking the door to his room.\n\nYou smile as you step in and shrug out of your coat, casually and betraying no hesitation, adding your sword belt to the chair as well. Then you look at him and say simply, "Strip."\n\nHe opens and closes his mouth a few times, perhaps considering whether it would really be manly to obey such a direct order, but then simply nods quickly before hurrying out of his cape, then the plain white shirt and pants as well. Soon he's standing naked in front of you beside the bed, his face flushed and lips parted as he breathes quickly. His cock is a bit long and fairly slender, matching the rest of his build nicely but probably not doing much for his own perceptions of being seen as manly. \n\nMmm, he's very cute... and thanks to the ability Riara gifted you with, you're about to dom the hell out of him. How fun~! The question is, just how to do that? Two thoughts immediately come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Big sister dom.|GGSD]]\n\n[[Big cocked dom.|GGSD]]

It's been months since you actually logged in to Elder Tale, and some of your guildmates are probably wondering where you've been. Well, no time like the present, you suppose. Luckily its updater runs in the background, so you don't have to wait as you bring up the launcher and log in. Selecting your Fighter, you log into the server and soon your little armored avatar is running down mainstreet Deviville, past overgrown, run-down versions of various landmark-ish buildings.\n\nYour guild-chat quickly pops up with people greeting you and asking where you've been. Making your excuses, you eventually ask, <span style="color:#009900;">So hey, is the expansion still going live today?</span>\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Yeah, it's supposed to go live in about ten minutes,</span> someone else on the guildchat answers. \n\n<span style="color:#009900;">It's gonna go live while the game is up? That's weird,</span> you type back with a frown.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">Don't they have to take the servers down to apply the patch or whatever?</span> someone else adds, apparently sharing your confusion.\n\n<span style="color:#009900;">I guess not. Elder Tale's Japanese, remember, not like our inferior gaijin MMOs,</span> the guild's resident weeabooo smugs.\n\nWhile you're busy rolling your eyes, there's a chime as you get a PM instead, the text showing up as from your friend who lives in Palladium City. <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) Hey, if it's gonna go live in ten minutes, we should get together so we can see it.</span>\n\nPulling a little 'sounds okay' face, you type <span style="color:#660066;">/r Sounds okay to me. I think I've got a guildwarp stone.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) No, don't use that up. Pladium will be super crowded anyway. I should make it to Devle if I take a Fairy Ring. Wiki says there's one in three minutes that'll put me a two minute horse ride from Devle.</span>\n\n<span style="color:#660066;">/r Okay. See you in five then.</span>\n\nYou spend a little while checking your mail and some of the local questgivers to see if anything new has been added yet, but it's mostly just the same stock phrases from the People of the Land today. Eventually you get another PM: <span style="color:#660066;">(Arachne) lol left my horse whistle in the bank, whoops. May be late gotta run through aggro zone.</span> Alas, the minutes are ticking away, and you watch the game clock get closer and closer to the time the expansion supposedly goes live, until finally-\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|GGET1x1]]

"Girls... hate it when I touch them?" Happosai repeats, sounding shocked and confused, as if that had really only just occurred to him.\n\nSnorting, you use a mocking tone of voice that indicates you still expect him to repeat. "'No girl would want me to touch her in a million years!'"\n\n"No girl would want me to touch her in a million years," Happosai grumbles, with the simmering resentment of someone who's obviously heard <i>that</i> plenty.\n\nLaughing a bit, you call, "Fine, here!" and throw the pin at him. He sits up and snatches it out of the air, quickly clipping it to his puff of white hair, and disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke that appears with a loud *POMF*. You cough and wrinkle your nose, waving both hands around to try and clear the smoke. "Geez, what're you even doing, old man?" Then you yelp as you feel the familiar sensation of Happosai doing a full-body glomp on your chest.\n\nExcept that this time it sends a surge of pleasure through you when he does. Your whole body twitches, your fingers wriggling, hands half-raised, stopped in the motion of smacking him off. His little hands and fingers roughly caress and squeeze at your large breasts, but every touch sends an intensely enjoyable shock through your whole body. You let out a moan and shudder all over as he pinches one of your nipples through the silk of your shirt, your toes curling against the ground. You look down at Happosai, noticing that he's become a bit larger and paunchier, a striped tail swishing back and forth above his rear as he wiggles against your boobs.\n\n"W-what... what are you...?" you gasp out, only to cut yourself off with a pleasured yelp as he pinches both of your nipples at once, feeling a small boobgasm flash its way along your nerves.\n\n"Oh, it's just an illusion that every time I touch you, it feels incredibly good," Happosai sneers, wiggling his new raccoon ears. He yanks your shirt open in front, and your eyes roll up some as he starts touching you directly, sending even more powerful sensations racing along your skin. "Of course, it's a very <i>good</i> illusion, so the difference is fairly immaterial, don't you think?"\n\nHe wiggles his lower body a bit, then begins pumping his hips. You feel something gradually pressing up between your tits, making you moan and quiver with every thrust, until quite a bit of cock is jutting up out of your cleavage, working back and forth as Happosai moves. You can feel his enlarge balls slap against your chest and belly as he starts titfucking you while you're still standing. After the fourth shuddering, mind-shaking boobgasm slams through you, you give in completely, bringing one hand up to his back to help hold him in place, the other moving to fondle and stroke his immense balls. You duck your head and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, letting him fuck up between your lips with his thrusts. You almost immediately get the even more strange and pleasurable feeling of a <i>mouthgasm</i> as his touch stimulates your lips and tongue as you suck and lick at his pumping prick.\n\nThe feeling of the transformed pervert pleasuring himself with your tits gets you off again and again, your pussy gushing several times, leaving the black silk of your pants clinging to your thighs and crotch, outlining the engorged lips and your stiff clit perfectly. When Happosai finally cums in your mouth, you yourself climax so hard that your eyes roll up in your head and your whole body shudders, a mewling noise sounding low in your throat. The martial arts master drops away as you wobble unsteadily, then drop to the ground, sweaty tits heaving as you try to catch your breath.\n\n"Hahaha, so what do you think of me now, Ranma?" Happosai sneers.\n\n<hr>\n[["You... old bastard..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Please... fuck me..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Make it... even better..."|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You spend the rest of the morning packing up your things, and before noon the two of you are on the road, heading back to America. Evading the border patrol is, of course, a joke, and another few days' travel brings the pair of you to one of the suburbs of Capital City where you've decided to set up base while you do reconnaisence and plan your assault on Mordensi's lair.\n\nOver the next several weeks, you get to know Lana quite well. She's got a broad sense of humor and a smart mouth, both of which she uses on you until you're used to responding in kind. She's got a quick mind, too, easily able to keep up with the explanations you give her of how various of your weapons and devices work. And of course there's the fact that, while she may know better than to waltz around naked, she <i>does</i> tend to keep waltz around wearing nothing but one of your t-shirts, even after the two of you have procured her some clothes of her own. (And a set of black athletic underwear a number of sizes bigger, for the big day.)\n\nEventually you have to admit it, you've grown very attracted to her. And while you don't have a lot of experience to judge on, you're pretty sure she's attracted to you. Sure, maybe the constantly brushing her hand over yours, touching your arm, leaning against you when she's tired or thinks you're looking sad, could all be innocent. The fact that she eventually starts sitting in your lap while she knows perfectly well she's not wearing panties, not so much.\n\n"Jace!" she exclaims one day after she's been out. You turn your chair towards her just in time for her to leap into it with you, causing you to give an 'oof'. She winds up straddling your lap, grinning at you practically nose-to-nose. You cant your head a bit and notice the trail of shoes, pants, and panties leading away from the door as usual. "I talked to that guy who said he could make a magical trap-breaker! He said it oughtta be done by next week, and it was cheaper than we thought it was!"\n\n"Great," you acknowledge, smiling more because of how excited she is than the admittedly good news about the plan. You just sit there smiling at each other, and suddenly you're kissing. You have absolutely no idea of who made the first move, but she's pressing close with her arms around your neck, lips working against yours hungrily. Just as eagerly you grab her bare ass with both hands, squeezing roughly, feeling as much as hearing her breath catch and a moan pass into your mouth.\n\nShe's panting eagerly by the time the kiss breaks, her cheeks flushed, nipples trying to drill holes in the black fabric of your appropriated shirt. She reaches down to your waistband, clearly not intending to stop at a kiss and a bit of fondling.\n\n<hr>\n[[Maybe we shouldn't.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[Maybe she should hurry up.|JaceWar]]\n\n[[Maybe you should think about protection.|JaceWar1x12]]

More. You want more. Letting out a whorish moan, you wiggle your way the rest of the way out of your pants and boots, undoing your belt as well and letting it drop before shimmying out of your already unlaced top. Naked, you turn and slide your upper body across the seat cushion of the chair, licking where your own fluids are already soaked in and disappearing, before slipping forward more, turning as you do to seat yourself in it, spreading your legs wide and starting to rub your clit with one hand, the other brought up to suck at your fingers.\n\nMuch faster than before, and not bothering to grip your ankles or grab for your wrists, the chair manifests its tentacle-cock, pushing it straight up into your pussy this time. You squeal happily at feeling that it's even thicker and longer than before, spreading you wider open around it, and then let out a longer, deeper moan as this time it pushes a matching cloth cock between your asscheeks and spreads your tight little asshole. It begins bouncing you atop it again, seat cushion smacking against your butt as it fucks both your holes and again extends two pseudopods to toy with your tits.\n\n"Fuuuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me," you gasp out with abandon as it does just that, its fondling tentacles hauling you in close against it as it violates both your eager holes. You curl your toes and wiggle back against it, still furiously frigging yourself, resting the other hand back on its armrest and feeling yourself sink in. In fact, you seem to be sinking deeper and deeper into the chair, its undulating surface massaging even more of your body, mixing comfort and ease with the sheer pleasure its cloth cocks are giving you. Soon it's rubbing and kneading against your sides and around your thighs and calves, even running pseudopods along your feet and toes.\n\nYou have your eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure, so you don't see that you've sunk nearly halfway into the chair... you might not even care if you did notice. You just keep moaning as it extends a pair of pseudopods around your middle and joins them together like a belt, using that to pull you in deeper and deeper, the cloth starting to obscure the view of you, and then finally pulling you inside, closing up around you and leaving you cocooned inside of it. All you care about is that now it can stuff another cock down your throat, your moans muffled by the thick length of cloth-wrapped cotton stuffed down it while your pussy and ass are both fucked just as deep and continually, and your whole body is massaged and kneaded and teased nonstop. And this time, there's no sign that it's going to let up after a few hours.\n\nEver find a chair so comfy you just didn't want to get out of it...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGRogue11xEnd]]

"Wait, wait," you gasp, grabbing her wrists. You see a shocked and hurt expression pass over her face, and you quickly shake your head trying to allay it. "Just, don't you think we maybe need... maybe we should use a... just in case?"\n\nHer expression goes to blank, then clears with realization before she snickers. "Jace, c'mon. I promise, lycanthropy's not a sexually transmitted disease. The only way we make more werewolves that way is by..." She trails off, a blush actually coloring her cheeks.\n\n"Um. Yeah." You feel yourself blushing too, despite the amount of blood needed elsewhere.\n\n"Well, I mean, conception's not that easy between humans and werewolves, we've got slightly different DNA, it's sort of like tigers and lions..."\n\n"Not to belabor the point, Lana, but one word: ligers."\n\nHer brow furrows, then she pulls a rather cute face. She scrambles off of your lap and over to her discarded pants, grabbing them and shoving her feet into them, starting to yank them on. "I'll be right back!"\n\n"I could go get-"\n\n"No! I'm a faster runner! I'll be right back!" She pauses with the pants halfway up her ass, and points at you. "You! On the bed! Naked! Before I get back!" Then she rushes out the door, trying to zip up as she goes.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well. You heard the lady.|JaceWar1x13]]

You lightly knock on the doorframe to announce yourself, noticing your mother jolt just the tiniest bit in surprise as you nudge the door further open. She's in her bra, but then again you're in just a t-shirt and panties... the two of you have never been particularly shy about that when it's just you at home. "Oh, Cyan, I wasn't sure you were at home," she says as she begins carefully folding up the blouse.\n\n"Yeah, I was just messing about bored," you answer, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe. "You're home early, anything up?"\n\nShe pauses, as if considering something briefly, then sets the blouse down and turns to you. "Well, I needed to go see someone. A friend of mine. I came home to change my clothes. Actually, they'd asked to meet you too, sometime, and I think today's as good a day as any." She gives you a smile and says, "Why don't you get cleaned up and dressed? The drive's not too far."\n\nYou blink at that, but as said you <i>were</i> bored, and refusing reasonable parental requests is not generally a good way to get things you want to do in the future approved. Deciding to hold off any further questions until later, you shrug and say "Sure." Heading back to your bedroom, you strip off your panties and shirt before stepping into the shower. You do your best to make sure and get properly clean rather than doing the quick rinse-and-shampoo you tend towards when you've got better things to do (like raids), and actually blowdry and spend some time on your hair once you get out, drying off as you do. Doing a few mild touches of makeup (in your usual lightly goth style), you head back out and, since it wasn't specified that this was fancy or anything, settle for a clean and unwrinkled pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with a blue skull logo on it. Hauling on your (nicer) boots, you tromp out and down the stairs, finding your mother already waiting for you, dressed a little nicer than her usual style... or maybe just sexier, with a slightly short, tighter skirt, visible garter belt straps clipped to her stockings, and a very tight blouse that you're not entirely sure she's wearing a bra under.\n\n"Ready to go?" she asks, jingling the keys.\n\nYou're getting more and more curious, but nod and follow her out to the car. Once you're buckled in she pulls out and sets off, heading for the highway. "My friend's actually been nudging me to bring you along for awhile now," she admits.\n\nYou laugh a little at that. "So who is this person? Your..."\n\n<hr>\n[["... spy ring leader?"|GGSpyStart]]\n\n[["... boyfriend?"|GGParent7x1]]\n\n[["... secret love child?"|GGParent5x2]]

"Let's decide on what to do tomorrow," you suggest. It seems the safest idea, or at least pushing any danger Kevin might get the two of you in back by at least twelve hours.\n\n"I've got this [[great idea to make money|QOKevSchemeStart]]," Kevin immediately says. Grinning, he reaches over under his bed and hauls out a pair of slightly mismatched Scout uniforms. "I was digging around in some of my brother's old stuff and found these. We put 'em on and go around selling candy bars for a huge markup for some cause we made up!"\n\nYou shake your head a bit. You're pretty sure Kevin gets an allowance bigger than some adults' paychecks, but he's still obsessed with get-rich-quick schemes. Maybe he just thinks they're fun or something. "Sounds like we could get in trouble."\n\n"Well what's your idea, then?"\n\nStruggling to think of something, you try to coolly offer, "We could [[go to the pool|QOKevPlaceholder]]."\n\n"Ah man, that's lame. We've got a pool here, why go to the public one? It'd be better to [[go to the lake|QOKevPlaceholder]]!"\n\n"How's that better?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Duh, the lake's a lot more fun. Tons of kids our age and older will be there... that means girls in bikinis, man!"\n\nYou have to admit, that is a compelling argument, though it makes your social anxiety twinge a bit. "I dunno, maybe we should just [[hang out here|QOKevPlaceholder]]. Or go [[exploring in the woods|QOKevWoodsStart]]."\n\n"Man, the idea is to <i>not</i> waste our time! I mean... I guess there's stuff to do here," says the kid with more stuff to do than a stick can be shaken at at any one time. "But I'm pretty sure we've 'explored' the woods behind the house to death. Though I guess we could always try to go a bit deeper or something. Man, I dunno," he huffs, flopping out on his back. "We could at least [[go downtown|QOKevPlaceholder]]. But I'm tired of thinking about it, you pick."\n\nThat gives you pause. Kev's as good as his word, so if you pick something he'll commit to doing it... but he's also fair. That means that if you choose something he proposed, he'll remember it later and probably pick something you'd like for the day after. So picking something he wants to do will earn you some good friend points... but the chance for getting in trouble or getting embarrassed (or at the least having to rely heavily on him) will be pretty high. What to do...?

"I mean... yeah, ditto," you answer, managing a bit of a smile as you take her hand and shake it. You're not even really sure which of you turns the handshake into a somewhat awkward hug, but once it's happening you can feel Tsubasa settling her arms around you and holding you tightly. Maybe it makes your heart grow at least half a size or something, but you relax a little too and squeeze her back before the two of you step back, Tsubasa grinning and letting her hands linger on your shoulders for a moment.\n\nYour mother, looking immensely relieved, says, "Why don't the three of us go out for lunch? That really good pizza place is near here, right?"\n\n"Yeah, let's!" Tsubasa says, eyes lighting up. Then she pauses, glancing at you. "I mean, does that sound good to you?"\n\n"Sounds fine to me." As the three of you head out into the hall, you decide to venture, "I've heard they put a lot of different stuff on pizza in Japan, like corn and stuff."\n\nTsubasa laughs some. "Well not all the time, but yeah there's definitely toppings that don't seem to be standard over here, plus this place does real New York Style which is pretty different too!"\n\nAnd like that, the ice is broken and you find yourself able to chat with Tsubasa. Surprisingly well, actually, as the more you and she talk the more you find yourself connecting with her. It's not like she's really some mirror image of you... while she likes just about all kinds of games, she mostly focuses on mobile games and more story-based stuff as opposed to your preference for MMOs and shooters. She also apparently likes playing actual sports, though not to the point of joining regular teams. Still, as far as your interests in entertainment, those are pretty close, and it takes awhile before you realize that someone's getting left out. "Uh, sorry Mom," you say sheepishly as you dab some pepperoni oil off your lips.\n\n"No, no," she replies with a wide smile. "Don't feel sorry for leaving me out, I'm just... really enjoying seeing you two get along so well. So you just keep talking."\n\nYou nod, taking a moment to muse on how well you have been getting on now that you realize. Honestly it already feels like you've been close friends with Tsubasa for years. As you look over at her and see your own blue eyes looking back with a smile, you start to realize that hey... maybe you really do have a sister. "You wanna go give Galaga a try?" you offer, grinning and hooking a thumb towards the deliberately antiquated arcade area.\n\n"I will <i>kick your ass</i> at Galaga," Tsubasa says with a laugh. "You can go first!"\n\nIt's late in the afternoon as the three of you walk back up the walk towards Tsubasa's dorm. She pauses with her hand on the handle, then turns around and looks at the two of you. "Hey, you know, I'm thinking," she says slowly. "My roommate isn't going to get here until like two days before the semester starts. If you wanted, Cyan, you could... you could stay over?" she continues, tilting her head towards the door some. "I mean, there's lots to do around here, and the dorm has a really great internet connection, especially since practically no one's using it right now."\n\n"I could pack you up some clothes and bring you your laptop and things in the morning," your mother hurries to add, obviously excited by the idea. "I think it's a great idea, Cyan, the two of you having all that time to get to know each other."\n\nYou blink, a little bit blindsided by this. It's... well, it's not as if you haven't really enjoyed spending this time with Tsubasa, even if you are still easing into the idea that she's your sister. But now you're being asked to sleep over... you're not exactly sure for how long, but the invitation seems to extend to the rest of the summer. On the one hand, you aren't exactly being cut off from all your friends and standard activities, the university is only about twenty minutes away, a half hour in traffic. On the other... are you really ready to go <i>that</i> far in getting to know your new sibling?\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay over.|GGParent5x4]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGParent]]

"I..." You glance between the two of them, then huff a bit and grin. "Yeah, actually, that sounds really cool."\n\nThe smile on Tsubasa's face almost instantly makes it worth it. Geez, you really are getting attached to your sudden sister. Your mom rushing in to hug you tight helps too. You pat her on the back as she draws away. "I'll be here bright and early with your things," she tells you, before she turns to hug Tsubasa tightly too, kissing her cheek. "Thank you," she adds quietly, though you're not sure if she's thanking Tsubasa for making the offer or you for accepting it. Probably both. After a few more goodbyes, she heads back to the car, and you follow Tsubasa upstairs.\n\n"The sheets on the other bed are mine anyway, just seemed weird to have a bare mattress sitting there," Tsubasa says as you follow her back to her room. "Feel free to use pretty much anything, I mean as long as it's not a mess when she turns up it should be fine, and I'm guessing most of my clothes will fit you just fine."\n\n"Yeah, it's pretty amazing, huh?" you note, glancing over at her as you walk over to take a seat on the side of the bed, mostly to have something to do. "I mean, everyone always says how much I look like Mom, I didn't realize it was because her genes apparently beat everyone else's into submission."\n\n"Not all of them," Tsubasa mutters, apparently to herself. You're not sure what she means, but since she immediately swings the TV mounted on her side of the room out, apparently she doesn't want to talk about it. "Let's find something to watch. Should be easy enough from all the stuff we like that's the same."\n\n"Good by me, Tsubasa."\n\nShe pauses in messing with her phone and glances over at you, her smile a little wry. "You know, you don't have to call me 'Tsubasa', we are... well, we are sisters. You could call me 'oneechan'." When you start snickering, she grins and rolls her eyes. "Oh right, you watch anime. Fine, if not 'oneechan', how about 'sis'?"\n\n"Iiiii'll work on it," you reply with a grin and a shake of the head. "We'll figure it out as we go, huh?"\n\n"True. Oh, I haven't seen this one, is it good?"\n\n"Oh we've <i>gotta</i> watch the <i>Tales from the Dark Side</i> movie, yeah!"\n\nThe two of you pass several hours watching cheesy old horror movies that apparently aren't particularly big deals in Japan, talking quietly here and there and occasionally riffing on them. Eventually Tsubasa calls a break to head into the bathroom and take a shower. You flop back onto 'your' bed and spend a while messing with games on your phone, until you hear the shower shut off. Not too long after, Tsubasa comes out, a wide towel that comes almost to her knees wrapped around her middle, hair still damp. As she crosses to her bed to snag a pair of sweatpants, you glance over, noticing something above the top of the towel on her shoulderblades that makes you blink. "Whoa, you have a tattoo?"\n\n"Eh?" Tsubasa glances over, then her cheeks color a little. "Um. Yes."\n\n"Whoa, cool. I thought tattoos in Japan were like, big time no go, like a ton of people think they're just for Yakuza or something," you note as you sit up and lean over towards her.\n\n"Ahaha, y-yeah, they do think that I guess," Tsubasa replies, rubbing the back of her head and edging a bit away with the sweatpants.\n\n<hr>\n[["Lemme see!"|GGParent5x5]]\n\n[["... Wait, did you just agree?"|GGParent6x1]]

"Hey, c'mon, lemme see!" You reach over and grab for the towel, making her yelp and jerk away slightly.\n\n"Hey, Cyan, wai-!" she calls, but since you assume she's just being a little shy, you dive forward to make another grab, this time successfully getting a fistful of cotton.\n\n"Aha!" you call as you yank the towel away. "It's not like it's a big deal, we're both gir-"\n\nThe words sort of die on your tongue as you yank the towel away. Because as Tsubasa whirls to grab for it, you process several things. The first is that the tattoo does indeed cover a fair bit of her back, and is a rather beautiful and elaborate pair of angel wings. The second is that her boobs really are quite a bit bigger than yours, and that her nipples are pierced as well as her bellybutton, a pair of red sphere capped barbells piercing the stiff nubs. The third is the limp but still appreciably long and thick cock shaking with her motions, and the smooth balls that wobble from her motions right up until she claps the towel back over her lap.\n\n"... Uh..." you say, staring at the bunched towel, then slowly look up at her face, which is beet red from her collarbone to her hairline. "Okay, so... sorry?" you offer, still reeling a little. "I mean... it's cool, obviously the hormones are working really well, and like, I'd heard that they did really good breast implants in Japan but those are really..." You trail off, slowly sinking back to sit on the side of the bed again.\n\nTsubasa sighs heavily, similarly sitting down on her own bed facing you, keeping the towel bunched in her lap. "I appreciate the thought, seriously, but they're real. It's all... real. I was born this way."\n\n"Oh. Um." You look her up and down. Admittedly her boobs do look kind of... perfect, but otherwise there's absolutely zero scarring that you can see. And from what you remember just from that glimpse, there wasn't exactly... shrinkage. "Oh. I mean... huh."\n\nTsubasa rubs her face a bit, then reaches over to snag her shirt and pull it back on, tugging it into place, though without anything under it her nipples and their piercings leave an obvious outline in the fabric. "My mother... I mean, my father... is like this too. So is my grandmother. Though I was apparently a little different anyway, but it's... a long story."\n\nThat takes a few moments to process, but when it does your eyes widen. "Wait, so you're saying that my... our... mom's childhood friend that she had the later fling with was...?"\n\n"A 'futanari', yeah." Tsubasa shrugs. "I mean... I figured with all the time we'd have over the next two months I'd find a time to tell you, preferably sooner rather than later, just wasn't quite expecting the first night." She laughs a little. "Naive maybe? But yeah, I mean... I think of myself as a girl, I just happen to be a girl with all the girl parts and some extra. Are you... are you freaked out?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I'll be fine."|GGParent]]\n\n[["... Can I see it?"|GGParent]]

The door swings open, the Master sighing a bit as he walks in, running a gloved hand up his black-skinned face and tucking a hank of white hair behind one long, pointed ear. "Well that whole thing was a bust," he mutters as he drops his bag by the door. "I need a stay-cation, no matter how little there is to do around here."\n\nHaving heard the door, you quickly bustle out and into the living area. "Master! You're, like, home and stuff!" You are of course wearing your maid uniform, the top of which barely covers the lower half of your huge tits, and the skirt of which doesn't entirely cover the little white panties with a black bow on the front. Your high heels click a bit on the stone floor before you step onto the carpet, stocking-clad legs lifting high to avoid tripping. You may be just a silly goof, but you know how to get around the house! "I've been keeping the place, like, super clean for you, and the hot tub is all ready and junk!"\n\n"Oh?" He blinks, staring at you for several long moments, before his lips curl up in a smug grin. "Have you, now?"\n\n"Uh-huh! Like, I'll make you dinner and stuff while you're relaxing!" Then you put your fingertips to your full, pink-painted lips. "Oh gosh! But I bet you're all pent up and junk from, like, being on the road! I'm sorry, Master!" You immediately fall to your knees in front of him and brush his robes aside, pulling open his pants and fishing out the dark black length of his cock. Cooing adoringly, you rub your cheek against it before slipping your lips over the head, slurping with your tongue.\n\n"Mmf." The Master puts his hand on your head, but doesn't push you down just yet, letting you wet the tip of his cock before leaning in, nuzzling at his balls. "Well, that's alright, pet. You are very stupid, after all."\n\nYou giggle at that, looking up at him worshipfully. "Like, totally!" Then you slide your mouth over his cockhead again, this time continuing on until you've taken all twelve inches of him up to the root, his balls against your chin and your lips around the base of his shaft. Gag reflex? Like, what's that?\n\n"Hnnnh." The Master lets out a soft hiss, then grabs both sides of your head and starts thrusting his hips, going from placidly letting you work to fucking your mouth just like that. You moan happily around his girth, feeling him stretching your throat every time he thrusts in. "And you are only good for looking after the house and being my cumdump, in truth!"\n\n"Mm-hmmm!" you agree, the noise obviously stimulating his cock buried in your throat, from the way he moans.\n\n"You're just a stupid! Worthless! Surface elf! Bimbo!" he almost snarls, thrusting forward hard with each word, until he keeps shoved in deep and lets loose a long groan. The mixture of all those wonderful compliments and feeling his cock throbbing and shaking in your throat as he uses you to dump his load in sets you off as well, and with a squeal muffled by his prick you cream your cute little panties, trembling in place on your knees. The master pants for a moment as he finishes, looking down at you and then giving a breathless chuckle. "Half-elf. Whatever." He slides his gradually softening cock out of your mouth and wipes it on your face a few times. "Alright, slave, I'm going to go take that soak now. Get to work on dinner, and make it good, or you won't get a spanking tonight."\n\n"Oh gosh! Like, I'll try extra hard, Master!" you promise, wiggling in anticipation of more abuse as he hitches up his pants and walks off.\n\nHe's so good to you. ♥\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Like, maid service, and junk</i>

You'll just duck into the antique store for a minute. Maybe they have post cards or some little bits of local jewelry you can snag as a personal momento of your daring night excursion! Heh.\n\nYou push open the door and step into an interior best described as 'organized clutter'. Things seem to have been set down or placed based mostly on whether there was room there and a clear path was left to wander through the rest of the shop if it was put there. It looks like mostly furniture and bits of art and paintings, though... just from a few steps in you don't see anything small and souvenir-like. You're actually about to turn and leave, starting to worry that you'll be caught, when a woman's voice calls from further in, "Come all the way in and say hello, why don't you?"\n\nWell. It would be rude to just walk away after hearing that. So you pad on further into the shop and closer to the source of the light. An antique floor lamp is on behind an old oak desk, behind which sits a dark-skinned woman with long, straight brown hair done in three braids. She looks around your mother's age, maybe a bit older, and is wearing a tight black t-shirt and you think a skirt, though you can't quite see from here. She smiles at you, red(?!) eyes glittering a bit. "Don't get many visitors period, much less young ladies in cheerleader outfits," she says, voice low and smooth and carrying just the faintest hint of some accent you can't place. "What brings you by?"\n\n"Ah, well, my team is just stopping in town for the night on our way to a competition," you explain, not seeing the harm in that. Besides, you do like to brag on your girls. "It's a big competition and it's a pretty huge deal, I guess I was hoping I might find something for a souvenir of the trip."\n\n"Oho, I see, I see." She gives a nod, grinning even more broadly. "Well that's sweet darling. Here, I have a few things that would be just perfect for a girl like you." She leans to the side and opens one of the drawers of the desk, pulling out a small stack of objects and setting them on the desktop, then laying them out in a row. "Now, here we have a [[hair bangle|CheercubusStart]]," she suggests, lifting a little silver... well, it's a skull. It's sort of a cute skull, obviously stylized and meant to be a bit adorable, but probably a little goth for your look. "This has been passed down among my people for some time, it's very good for channeling energy into your spirit. I also have this [[wish journal|CheerMotel]]," she continues, lightly touching the cover of the small, gold-edged, leather-covered book. "Just write what you want to happen and watch it come true. And then there's the [[leadership ring|CheerMotel]]," she adds, indicating a small silver ring with two spherical stones in it, a deep blue one and a pale red one. "Whenever you feel even the slightest bit wanting, you just rub one of the stones and feel your charisma grow."\n\nAll of that seems a little hokey, but still, they might make good conversation pieces. Smiling politely, you ask, "So how much are they?"\n\n"Oh, you can have one. Just pick which one you like and have it as a present," the woman says, making you blink in shock. "You seem like just the sort of young girl I'd want to have one of these, so please take one with my compliments."\n\n"But I couldn't!"\n\n"I insist. Go on, pick one."

You sigh happily as you lay on your stomach in bed, your cheek resting on your folded arms. Your long, girlishly soft hair drifts along your cheeks as you dreamily consider the last two years.\n\nAfter your masters taught you what a little ass slut you were, it's been nothing but happiness. Both of them dedicated themselves to stretching out your little bitch-hole with a zeal, and you rewarded them by getting ever more girly and ever more devoted to both of them. Not a day passes where you don't get both of their big fat cocks stuffed up your ass at the same time, though it's been a long time since that actually counted as stretching you.\n\nOne of the first things they did was have Buster Bull fuck you, since his cock was even bigger than theirs. After a few times of his massive blue cock, Herschel pushed in alongside him and, with a bit of clever positioning, Harry did as well, your asshole stretched around all three of them. Toys off the internet, everyday objects, anything to get something bigger and fatter stuffed up your butt. Most of it probably shouldn't even have been possible, or at the least left your pucker a gaping mess... but maybe whatever magic animates the mascots rubbed off on you, but it still looks as perfect and pink, maybe even moreso, than when you arrived. You don't seem to have aged either, still being a slender teenage boy, just a bit more girlish in certain areas than you used to be.\n\nYou lift your head and look at a photo hanging on the wall, one of your happiest memories. In the dead of night but still out in the open, Herschel, Harry, and you all went out to the parking lot, their cocks wobbling in the air, yours dangling limply in front of you. (Ass-sluts don't need hardons, only boys get hardons.) The picture shows them standing on either side of you, cocks angled towards your phase, while you sit halfway down one of the large cement plugs they use to keep cars out of certain areas. You're wearing nothing but a white garter belt and lacy white stockings, your hands raised in dual victory signs, eyes halfway rolled up and an utterly whorish grin of pleasure on your face, tongue poking out. Your flat belly is clearly bulged most of the way up to your chest with the cement rod stuck up it, the thing over half as thick as you are.\n\nYou turn your smile to Harry as he walks up to the side of the bed and tugs your white satin panties down in back. Effortlessly he pushes his fist up your ass and slides it in up to above the elbow, then begins pumping it in and out, making your soft (but still sensitive) dick rub against the sheets. You sigh happily and rest your head back on your arms. Yes, you finally found your purpose in life.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Harold and Herschel's anal-stretching slut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[That's my purpose in life? Maybe rewind back to deciding who topped.|HaroldHorse1x3]]\n\n[[Instead, let's go all the way back to deciding which mascot to talk to.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Let's go alllll the way back to character creation!|CharGenMain]]

Deciding to go walking around a strange town by yourself just to say you did it, you cross the street and head towards the little gathering of buildings. It's not until you're halfway there that you realize you probably should have at least changed out of your cheerleading uniform before you did this, as it kind of overly stands out. But oh well, if you go back now Cassie will almost certainly question you too much, and either your resolve will crumble or you'll have to take her along too. \n\nThough it doesn't exactly look like there's a ton to look at, anyway. A lot of the shops seem to be closed... some permanently, to judge by the interiors or the boards in the windows. This doesn't seem to be the most happening place at any hour of the day, but apparently after dark the sidewalks roll up. Looking around, it seems like only three places are open... the [[convenience store|CheerMotel]], a very rough-looking [[bar|CheerMotel]], and what looks to be some sort of [[antique store|CheerMotel5x2]]. You really wouldn't have expected that, of all things, to be open this late but there's a light on towards the back of it and the flip sign in the window still reads 'Open' in calligraphy.

You fly over the crumbling, abandoned-seeming city, nothing to mark life in the streets save mindlessly-waving tentacles, a red sky with black clouds thundering rainlessly above you. Hearing muffled cries, you smile and duck down to fly closer to one of the buildings, taking in the sight of a small family of humans being violated in their various holes by oviposition tentacles, the full-breasted mother already filled to glowing and twitching as aphrodisiac goo is spurted onto her brain. Ah, a little pack of survivors, increasingly rare these days. You'll have to start figuring out how to begin exporting hatchlings off the planet and to other worlds... wouldn't want your race of little pets to go extinct again just because they ran out of hosts. \n\nTaking properly to the air again, you fly towards where your father is visible in the distance, his four eyes turning to fix on you when you would not even be a speck to most beings. The demon lord Trigon reclines on a throne made of one of the city's landmark buildings, and you dutifully land some distance out to approach on foot, as is respectful. You spare a glance and a smirk as you pass the distended form of your sister, her egg-filled belly and breasts each the size of a car, practically transparent with the sheer amount of glowing eggs they contain. Her eyes are still rolled up in her head, aphrodisiac cum dribbling down the sides of her head and from her nose... after all this time you wonder if there's even much brain left in there for them to affect.\n\nProstrating yourself before your sire's immense form, you lower your forehead to the cracked pavement and call, "Oh my Lord and Father, you have returned to this fallen world as foretold!"\n\n"<b>Indeed</b>," Trigon booms, cheek propped on one huge fist as he looks down at you. "<b>Though this was not the Fall of the world originally foretold, it has still allowed me to rise again. Earth is a wash of pleasured torment, and it is all thanks to you, child.</b>" He slowly smiles, his other hand reaching down and flipping his loincloth aside, baring the massive humanesque member flopped across his thighs. "<b>Now come and claim your reward</b>," he adds as the enormous thing slowly rises up, hardening quickly before your eyes.\n\nMoaning eagerly, you fly upwards and to his lap, straddling his immense red sack, your bare feet pressing into the skin as your own balls rub across its surface, your cock pressing up against the underside of one that's bigger by a considerable margin than you are. You wrap your arms around it as much as you can, pressing your tits to it and rubbing them on its almost scalding-hot surface, moaning and sighing like a whore in ecstasy as you worship at the altar of your demonic father's immense prick.\n\nIt takes several hours of work for a small and insignificant creature such as yourself, but eventually you prove yourself worthy of the merest amount of Trigon's affections as he gives a loud grunt, the underside of his cock swelling noticeably before the tip begins fountaining with more cum than you ever imagined existed. It pours down over you, covering your body completely and just continuing to do so, submerging you in it as you're coated again and again, your body twitching and bucking with the intense pleasure of the demonic energy infusing it, your own cock adding its relatively miniscule gallon or so of jizz to the stuff covering you.\n\n"<b>Enjoy this infusion, child</b>," Trigon booms, the tone in his voice almost improving. "<b>A few million more like it, and you may be worthy to sit on a throne beside me</b>."\n\nTruly, no daughter has ever been beloved by a father as you are.\n\n<b>Rook</b> end - <i>Daddy's protege</i>

You adjust quickly to your new life as Baal's personal buttslut. Often in the mornings right after waking up she'll don a strapon (she has quite the collection) and pound away at your ass while you either bury your face in the pillow and mewl like a girl when you're on your knees, or bite your finger with your head turned aside and moan like a girl when you're on your back. Baal delights in playing up how girlish you've become after your assault by the tentacles, especially when she realizes it both humiliates you and turns you on. She dresses you in cute little tops, skirts, and thigh-high stockings, or occasionally has you do cosplay. Once she tries putting a pair of kitty ears on you, and after you whine pitiably in embarrassment and cum more often than you ever have in a night with her, she declares they're now a mandatory part of your wardrobe.\n\nWhenever you meet other people, Baal introduces you as "Cissie"... of course, you both know what she <i>really</i> means. Every so often she'll take you out to meet a guy, and you'll wind up bent over, your cute little panties pulled down just enough for the guy to plow your eager little asshole without ever knowing you're not a girl. (Though every so often Baal sends them some pictures afterwards. She laaaaughs.)\n\nEventually, when she's sure enough of her rituals that she figures she can save you if she gets it wrong, she sets out to recreate the effect that caused the thing that lives in the water tank to fuck you silly. After collecting several large jars of mascot cum, she tries smearing and injecting various amounts of it up your hot, eager asshole as you whimper like a slut. The first several tries lead to either it giving you a quick few thrusts and withdrawing or actually trying to make off with you. But the fifth time the two of you discover the right combination of an amount of mascot cum and you squeezing your ass to set it off on raping your whorish little hole. You're left in a drooling mess on the floor, with Baal frigging herself under her panties with one hand and holding a camera with the other.\n\nMore experiments are done... in the name of gathering knowledge, of course. Baal doesn't have you do it too often, she's noticed that it usually takes at least a week for you to regain your mental faculties after getting tentacle-fucked. Well, as much as you ever regained them after the initial encounter. She even eventually learns to apply some to your mouth so that it will fuck you there, too, giving you the complete hentai schoolgirl experience.\n\nYou feel abjectly humiliated every time Baal sticks a dog dong-shaped purple strapon up your ass, every time she makes you show her what panties you put on this morning, every time she sits with you and watches one of the videos of you getting tentacle raped, and of course every time she lubes up your ass with mascot cum so she can get herself off watching you get fucked brainless by the horror in the water tank.\n\nAnd you love every second of it.\n\n<b>Worldland Mascot</b> end - <i>Baal's tentacle-loving buttslut</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have worn your pants.|HaroldHorse9x1]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have talked to a different mascot.|WLMascotsStart]]\n\n[[Hm, still, maybe you should have picked a different life path.|CharGenMain]]

"You don't have to if you don't want to," you answer, feeling your cheeks heat a little. "I mean... I don't want to order you to do anything you don't want to, and I guess that means letting you call me what you want."\n\n"Yay! Thanks Master!" Mary squeals, leaping forward and wrapping her arms around you.\n\n"H-hey," you squeak, eyes going wide as you feel her tits pressing against you, and catch sight of them smooshing up out of the leather top as if in danger of popping right out. "M-Mary, maybe not in public?!"\n\n"Eheh, sorry Master," she chirps, thumping her fist against the side of her head and poking her tongue out. Nevertheless she snags your hand, swinging it back and forth energetically as the two of you walk. You're left too blushing and distracted to come up with an explanation by the time you get home, even if this was a situation that could be explained. You have absolutely nothing by the time you walk into the house, and your mother emerges from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.\n\n"Hello, Jamie dear," she says, smiling brightly. She's got fairly generous, mature proportions herself, though you have to admit that Lucoa may have set a new standard in your mind.\n\n"Er, hey Mom," you answer sheepishly, before lamely gesturing to the tan-skinned girl beside you. "This is Mary."\n\n"Hi!" the succubus calls, waving a hand excitedly. "I live here now!"\n\n"That's nice," your mother says cheerfully. "Dinner will be around five-thirty," she adds before turning and heading back into the kitchen.\n\nYou just stare after her, then tug on Mary's hand, urging her to follow you upstairs to your room. Once you've released her hand and closed the door, you turn towards her. "Uh... what the heck was that?"\n\n"It was tooootally a spell!" Mary answers with a giggle, waggling a finger in the air. "It's a super easy one too! See people totally want to believe everything is normal and fine all the time," she continues, making little gestures with her hands as she speaks. "Because if everything's not normal and fine they've gotta deal with it, yanno? So basically I just broadcast this aura like 'I am normal!' and people <i>want</i> to believe it so they look at me and go 'yup this totally hot and sexy girl in her tiny little leather underwear is absolutely normal and should be here'." She pauses, then glances down at herself. "Oh right. Master, can I use the internet and stuff? I want to look at outfits!" \n\n"Yeah, sure," you answer with a blink... then blush and whirl around as she starts pushing down the leather panties. "W-wha-"\n\n"Well won't need <i>these</i> anymore, yanno!" she says cheerfully enough as you hear the sound of several other things hitting the floor, then the creak of your chair. You chance a glance, and yup... blonde, tan, naked girl sitting in your computer chair browsing the internet. "Ooo, these look nice!"\n\n"I'm, um... I'm gonna go downstairs and watch TV," you say, getting up and heading for the door.\n\n"Have fun, Master," Mary answers rather distractedly. \n\nYou head downstairs and start channel surfing, still sort of waiting for your mother to come out and ask what the heck was up with the half-naked girl you brought home. But even when your father comes home she doesn't say anything. Indeed, when dinner time comes she steps over to the stairs and calls, "Mary, dinner!"\n\n"Coming!" is the cheerful reply. A moment later Mary comes padding energetically down the stairs, wearing a red pleated skirt and a white silk blouse with the top few buttons undone. She hurries over towards you, grinning brightly. "Master! It's just my first effort, but how's it look?"\n\n"It looks-" Your throat tightens as she does a twirl, the skirt flaring up to show a flash of her completely bare brown ass. "-really nice," you finish in almost a squeak.\n\n"Yay!" Mary squeals, clapping her hands lightly.\n\nYour father and mother continue not to comment on Mary's presence throughout dinner, interacting with her as if she'd always been there, passing the mashed potatoes to the pointy-eared girl without a blink. Eventually the two of you head upstairs, and you ask her to wait outside while you change for bed. When you open the door to let her back in, she's wearing a brilliant blue tanktop and a black thong, beaming. You blush, heading back over to the bed and climbing in, tired from the shocks of the day... and going stiff, in more ways than one, as Mary climbs into bed with you and cuddles up against your back, her breasts pressing against you through two layers of cotton. "Er..."\n\n"You said I should do what I want, right?" Mary murmurs in a sleepy tone, actually nuzzling at your hair a little. "I want to sleep with you, Master. In fact, anything's okay," she adds softly, her breath brushing against your ear.\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Tell her goodnight.|QOSuc2x6]]

Homura? That name doesn't sound very familiar to you. It sort of does in a vague way but you can't quite remember if it has any connection to Ranma 1/2 or not. Tapping the name to see if it brings up a bigger picture or more information, you instead find yourself being yanked forward and twisted to the side, disoriented by the sudden appearance of sunlight and birdsong as you continue the process your body was in of sitting down.\n\n"WAHA!"\n\n<img src=https://i.imgur.com/8ZwHdsd.jpg>\n\nThe high-pitched and rather cute noise comes out of your mouth as your apparently bare ass comes into contact with the cold metal of the pole. The shock makes you yank your legs back and flail your arms, sending you toppling into a heap to thud on the ground, your ankles still propped up on the pole. You've at least got a semi-decent view of your curvaceous, brown-skinned body clad in a dark school uniform, the skirt flopped up to show... oh, apparently you are wearing underwear. They're red, too, a... fundoshi, is that what it's called?\n\n"Uh... Homura?"\n\nYou blink and lift your head, looking up at a girl with long blonde hair staring down at you in concern. Clustered a bit back are a flat-faced girl with short green hair, what looks like a little girl with long black hair and an eye patch, and an even bustier blonde with shoulder-length hair, all of them wearing either similar uniforms or somewhat dilapidated street clothes. Oh hey, yeah, you kind of recognize these girls now, you've seen them posted around even if you didn't know what they were from... actually you mostly just see people referring to them as "titty ninjas".\n\n"Homura, are you okay? You, ah... you sort of fell over."\n\n"Fine, fine!" You manage to get your feet off of the bar and try to get up, and are a little surprised when you do a little half-flip that has you upright almost instantly (though your boobs jiggling so much when you do is weird). The others are still looking at you curiously though, and you find you're more easily putting together who they are and why they're there and it's all feeling very natural really and-\n\n"So what do we do?"\n\n"Eh?" You blink, then rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Yomi, I spaced out a little. What were you asking?"\n\nYomi sighs, shoulders slumping. "I said, we're in this new area and we're completely out of food, and everyone's threatened to behead me if I make dinner out of grass again. We need some actual food, but there isn't a single pair of coins to rub together between the lot of us."\n\n"We did have two, but Yomi and Mirai got into a fight over who should hold them and one slipped away and fell down the drain," Hikage adds in a flat tone.\n\n"I still say Mirai is small enough that if we'd oiled her up-"\n\n"Oil your head!"\n\n"Mm, still, what should we do, Homura?" Haruka asks, laying a hand along her cheek.\n\n"Ah, well..." You cup your chin, thinking. "I guess we'll have to-"\n\n<hr>\n[["-get jobs."|Homura1x1]]\n\n[["-challenge a dojo."|Homura2x1]]\n\n[["-commit a daring crime."|Homura]]\n\n[["-whore ourselves out."|Homura]]\n\n[["-eat Mirai."|Homura]]

"Now, y'just tell me which of m'friends you'd like ta help with their problem! I'll try ta handle th' rest on m'own. There's m'neighbor <b>Candy</b>, her hubby <b>Buster</b>, m'dear an' only son <b>Harold</b>, and m'girlfriend <b>Elly</b>!"\n\n<i>(You can check out what the problem is and then come back to this page to look at the others. You won't be locked into a choice until you actually decide on a problem to help with.)</i>\n\n<hr>\n[[What's Candy's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Buster's problem?|HerschelHorse]]\n\n[[What's Harold's problem?|HerschelHorse3x1]]\n\n[[What's Elly's problem?|HerschelHorse4x1]]\n\n[[Hey, what about Dr. Frankenclowner?|HerschelHorse5x1]]

That helmet really is just too cool, and finally you give in and admit you want it way too bad. Unhooking the hangar, you carry it over to the counter, absolutely sure you're about to be told the price must have been labeled wrong and you can't have it. Instead you blink as you're told an even lower price than labeled. "Huh?"\n\n"Like I said, there's a sale today," the redhead chirps happily.\n\nFeeling a little weirded, you glance at the receipt, which sure enough says 'Recruitment Drive Sale'. Which seems a weird way to say they want repeat customers, but oh well. Taking your costume and deciding to head home before some manager comes to their senses, you retreat from the mall and through the streets to your room. Once there, you set the helmet on the bed and open the bag. You're left in even more shock as you pull the 'multiblaster' out of the bag... it's just as high quality as the helmet, with multiple LEDs and even a small LCD screen, though nothing's lit up at the moment, probably needs batteries. You expected the suit to, at best, be a printed-pattern spandex affair but it's actually more like molded rubber or plastic or something, with its own LED lights. \n\nAstounding. Who decided this thing wasn't worth at least five times the price? Still, with the incredible luck, you've got to try this thing on right away. Obviously this necessitates getting naked, and your clothes quickly go flying as you practically tear them off in your eagerness to get into the much cooler outfit. You work your feet into the legs of the costume and tug it into place, finding the costume adhering to your legs and making them look as good as a really nice pair of hose... and you have to admit that it does similarly nice things to your ass once you tug it up and into place, having a bit of a 'lift and separate' effect on your asscheeks. Sliding your arms into the gloved sleeves, you pull it around in front, your boobs fitting right into the molded 'cups' for them. you're a little confused about how you close it up, but just try pressing the front flaps together and find that they 'stick', the seam becoming almost invisible. Nice! There's a holster for the blaster on your right thigh, so you slide it into place, then pick it up and pull the helmet on. You take a look in the mirror, admiring the view... ha, you look like Commander Shepard decided to sign up to display that 'Merica was her favorite country on the planet.\n\nThen you blink as the faceplate of the helmet lights up with blinking, moving text, and all the LEDs on the suit and gun flicker to life. What the heck? A calm female voice announces, "New recruit detected. Registering Cadet Ranger Cyan LaChance. Recall protocol initiated. Initiating transport in five seconds."\n\n"What in the everloving fu-" You blink, and suddenly find yourself standing in a round room on a glowing dais, with lots of overdesigned consoles and monitors dotting the floor and walls, and a pair of very strange-looking people standing there looking at you. "-ck?!"\n\n"And a fine and hearty 'ck' of greeting to you, recruit!" the larger of the two booms, stepping forward and striking a pose with his fists on his hips. He's tall and so broad-shouldered that he's almost triangular, even in the suit. He's got a lantern jaw and perfectly-groomed blonde hair, and is in all ways a rather stereotypical heartthrob sort except for the fact that his skin's green. His suit has a lot more stars and glowy stuff on it, as well as a hefty backpack. "Welcome to the Space Ranger ship 'Overwhelming Justice', where you'll begin your career of battling crime across the galaxy!"\n\n"... Uhhhhhh..." is all you can really think to say.\n\n"This idea of random recruitment is definitely turning out to be as brilliant as I said it would be," the other person says flatly from where she's standing behind a console, apparently having been the one working the transporter, teleporter, whatever it is. She looks like someone brought a shadow to three-dimensional life and stuffed it into a suit like yours (minus the helmet, which she doesn't seem to be bothering with). Flat black hair, flat black skin, black eyes (with the only color being thin, glowing pink rings)... even when she speaks, her teeth seem to be ink black, though her tongue is glowing(!) neon pink too. "You are exactly the genius I have always said you are, sir." \n\n"Thank you, Ensign," the green-skinned man acknowledges enthusiastically, despite the bitingly emotionless tone of the woman's delivery. "Still, the initial rating for this one is very high! So don't linger, recruit, get down off the transporter and let's get you working for justice!"\n\n"Wait, time out, could I... I mean, I thought I was buying a costume!" you blurt, your head swimming.\n\n"Should've read the text on the back of the glossy photo in the front of the bag," the inky woman behind the console states blandly. "There's big bright letters saying 'Attention' and then informing you that by putting on the suit and helmet, you're agreeing to enlist in the Space Rangers for a five year term. Which is a totally intelligent thing to do and absolutely isn't going to wind up snaring a bunch of people who just put on what they thought was a neat outfit without thinking about it."\n\n"A contract is a contract, and enforcing contracts is justice!" declares the green-skinned man. "Now, come on, recruit, there's a lot of crime out there piling up while we stand around talking!"\n\n<hr>\n[[O... kay...|GGSR1x1]]\n\n[[What no I want to go home.|GGSR3x1]]

"Ah, well, yeah, we should probably go," you murmur, telling your shoes rather than Tandy directly, as is often your wont with people. "We've got, um, a thing."\n\n"I see. Well, far be it from me to keep you from a thing!" Tandy says with a little giggle. "You two have a fun and flexible day, then!"\n\n'Flexible' seems to be an odd thing to wish someone, but you guess that's a good trait? Anyway, you and Kevin wish Tandy a good day in return before the two of you troop out of the shop, and then start heading for the nearby little public restroom building.\n\n"Can't we go back to your house and change?" you ask with a sigh, hunching your shoulders as you head into the multi-stall, multi-urinal room with Kevin. You have a sense that he's somehow doing something illegal as he actually turns the lock on the door, though you have no clue if it actually is.\n\n"No, dude, the whole point of changing here is so that my parents or Tanya won't see us and start asking questions," Kevin answers, moving to set the box of chocolate bars on the sink counter.\n\nSighing, you nod, and in a hurry to get this over with, grab your shirt and pull it off. It gets stuck around your hand and you wind up yanking a few times until it comes free. As you start to set it on the counter, you notice Kevin staring at you. "... What?" He points rather dramatically at one of your arms, and you look, only to let out a shriek. "WHA?!"\n\nYour arm has... bent. Where it's not really supposed to bend, specifically in the middle of the forearm. Some of your fingers have twisted in rather unnatural ways too. With the lack of pain, though, your first sensation is somehow to flail your arm, as if working out the kinks in a bit of cloth. The crazy thing is, it works. Your motions cause your bent forearm to sproing back into place, your fingers realigning as well. Both you and Kevin stare at your arm as it wobbles a little, making an actual audible sound a bit like a jello commercial before it finally goes still.\n\n"... Uh... dude, are you alright?" Kevin asks, reaching over to poke at your arm.\n\n"I mean... it doesn't hurt or anything," you admit, at the moment too shocked to freak out further. "I guess it kinda felt like a bit of pressure but... hey!" you squeak as he squeezes your arm... and it compacts considerably more than it ought to between his fingers. When he releases, it maintains the impression of his hand for a second before you flex your arm, and it springs back to its usual shape.\n\n"That's wild," Kevin murmurs in awe... then raises one of his own hands to stare at it. He takes hold of one of his fingers, then slowly bends it backwards... and further, and further, until it's laying across the back of his hand. Then he shakes his hand slightly, grinning broadly as it flips back into place with a soft 'sproing'. "Dude, it must be some kind of reaction to that taffy we ate!"\n\n"W-we should see a doctor or something," you stammer, squirming in place.\n\n"Why? It's not like it hurts or anything," Kevin comments, twisting his shoulders slowly... and giving a soft 'whoa' as his back bends further and further, until he's almost backwards. He lets himself spring back into position. "It's like this on our whole bodies! ... Whoa, hey..."\n\n"What now?!"\n\n"I mean... you could probably suck your own dick like this," Kevin muses aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[... probably...|QOKevScheme]]\n\n[[What no!|QOKevScheme8x3]]

Superhero outfits are always a good go-to, and there's usually enough of them that they're not too expensive. You start looking through the labeled rack, noting that most of the costumes are in hangar bags of various sizes, though one or two have bits of the costume outside of the bag as well. Some of them are knockoffs, others are canon characters, though you notice that most of them seem to be about the same price (and relatively cheap, too, which is interesting... but then, it's sort of the off-season for costumes, isn't it?).\n\nThe first one you notice is a [[Supergirl|GGMCE]] costume. Specifically the 'classic' version, with the long-sleeved blue shirt and red skirt. The part that's clipped outside of the bag is the boots, and those actually look like they're surprisingly good quality for a cheap in-a-bag costume. Kind of gives you hope for what you might find in any of the sets.\n\nAnother is labeled '[[Space Ranger|GGMCE7x2]]', and features a rather patriotically-themed bodysuit, gun, and helmet. The helmet's outside of the bag, and just from a look at it you'd kind of be willing to pay the price just for that thing because it's pretty cool, intricately-molded and well painted plastic with a clear 'dome' faceport. Kinda looks like a Knight Saber, really. Or a cross between a Knight Saber and Iron Patriot.\n\nThere's a '[[Vampire Hunter|GGMCE]]' costume too, and again you're kind of tempted to get it just because of what's outside the bag. Is that long coat real leather?! It looks like it, feels like it, even kind of smells like it. It can't be for the price on the bag, though, that's just insane!\n\nOne bag has a costume called '[[Miss Thang|GGMCE10x1]]' on the front, and really just looks like a very skimpy bikini bottom and muscle top. You wonder if it comes with muscle padding or if you have to provide your own? Heh. Still, if it's the quality level of the other stuff you're seeing, the panties and top are probably worth the price tag. The model's also painted icy blue, so maybe it comes with a thing of bodypaint or color spray.\n\nThe last costume that really catches your attention is an [[Incredibles bodysuit|GGMCE]]. It just has the bodysuit, gloves, boots, and mask, so you guess it's up to you to decide whether you'd be Helen or Violet.\n\nOr, you know, you could always dip into your birthday money a bit and [[buy them all|GGMCE]]...

"Um, maybe in a few minutes?" You reply worriedly. "I think I better go see what's bothering Maya, she's seemed sort of weird all week."\n\n"Oh. Yeah, okay, that's understandable." It's probably just your imagination, but Morrigan actually seems a little disappointed. But she's breezy enough as she continues, "Hunt me down when you get back, I hope it's nothing big and Maya feels better."\n\n"Thanks." You hurry off in the direction Maya went, ducking around the corner and making your way through a few rooms, craning your neck trying to spot her in the crowd of mostly black-clad murmuring teenagers. Having no luck, you pause in front of the kitchen door and its hand-lettered 'Keep out, please' sign amidst the Halloween decorations. But since you doubt she went upstairs, you steel yourself and push through into the non-decorated room, immediately feeling foolish when Maya's not there. But you quickly spot the door to the back yard and hurry over, peeking out. There's a little garden sitting area, a nicely-sized pool glowing blue-green from its lights, and a fenced-off kennel area housing a drowsy-looking German Shepherd. (Boy he must be super laid-back, to not be barking with all the activity in the house.) You spot Maya sitting at the edge of the pool, her boots resting beside her, and hurriedly open the door.\n\nShe turns her head as the sound of the sliding door reaches her, then sighs a little. "Hey, Jamie," she acknowledges, sounding not terribly thrilled as you walk over. She's got her feet dangling in the pool, tights soaked and glossy up to the knee as she kicks lightly back and forth, causing little ripples. \n\n"Um... did I... do something wrong?" you ask after a moment, uncertain of what to do.\n\nMaya's quiet for a few seconds, before huffing back "Not really" in such an annoyed tone that it's clear she thinks you have, for whatever reason.\n\nThe desire to flee the potential conflict is strong, but it is Maya, after all... one of your few real friends and certainly your oldest one. Nervously, you settle down onto the slightly damp cement beside her, folding your legs. "Ah... what's up then?" you prompt, unable to think of anything more insightful.\n\n"..." Maya stares down at the surface of the water, at the slightly distorted image of her legs slowly kicking through it. When she finally answers, it's without looking up, and you don't quite see how it's an answer. "I've been trying to get you to come to parties like this for years, y'know. In fact I invite you to this party every year."\n\n"Well, yeah," you agree, squirming in place some. "But you also said that there'd be a ton of people here, and the last few years you even told me they'd probably be smoking pot, so..."\n\n"And none of that's changed, but here you are." She looks over at you, frowning. "In fact, I heard you had something to do with there even being pot here at all this year, what the hell's up with that?"\n\nShrinking in on yourself a little, you force a wan smile. "Er... it's a really long story. But, um, basically it was wiping out a favor someone owed me that I didn't really want owed me in the first place, and it turned out I could do Morrigan a favor, so..."\n\n"Yeah. I ask you to this party for years and you shoot me down because you don't want to be around a ton of people or pot. Then Morrigan asks you, and you not only show up promptly, you bring the pot." Her blue eyes narrow at you, and you're not sure if she actually looks angry or if it's just the skull facepaint making you think she does. "So, what, do you like her or something?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, uh, er, uh, um...|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[No?|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[... Maybe?|QOGothHW]]

And so begins your life as a tagalong headmate to a farm dog.\n\nNo attempts to exert control, 'talk' to your own body, or anything else ever yield any results. You're purely along for the ride as your canine body operates on instinct and apparently imbued training, obediently helping herd cattle or sheep, sniff out and kill invasive pests, and of course operate as Rakell's occasional sex toy.\n\nOf course, she's not the only one you fuck... once or twice one of her Dogerian girls asks for a turn, and a few other farmhands (both male and female) urge you into their own clandestine rendevous, out in the woods or some far-flung field somewhere, jeans or work pants around their knees, moaning as you pound your thick canine cock into them. But your body operates on a dog's instinct as well, and has absolutely no problems mounting female dogs in heat, plunging yourself into their puffed up, heat-radiating canine cunts, knotting and turning ass-to-ass with them as you try to knock them up with puppies. In fact, apparently your body isn't terribly discriminating... anything that's even vaguely the right size and goes into heat is a target, and more than a few times you find yourself wrapping your forelimb around the fluffy wool-covered sides of a ewe and thrusting your puppy prick into her swollen black snatch.\n\nAs the years go on, gradually you stop bothering trying to exert any sort of control, and just accept your fate. From there it's a slow, gradual slide to thinking less and less. You stop bothering to mentally assert that your name is Cyan when you're called by 'Boy', and after that it's not too long before you forget what your name even was. People call you 'Boy' and your tail starts wagging and you hop up to rush over to them, your name must be 'Boy'. And from there, bit by bit, more thoughts slip away, replaced by simple acceptance of your body's movements and instincts.\n\nSomewhere in the barking, and herding, and fucking, gradually the human named Cyan fades away and disappears, replaced inside as well as out by the nameless black-furred farmdog everyone just calls 'Boy'.\n\n<b>Ag Sector 99</b> End - <i>Here boy!</i>

Eh, a little posing doesn't seem like a big deal, since she has been pretty nice and all. Besides, she's right about one thing, she's already seen everything of you there is to see. You turn your side a bit towards her, one arm still across your chest, the other on your hip as you lift one leg up. "How's this?"\n\n"Very nice, dear, but I was thinking something a little more specific." Errana chuckles, leaning on the edge of the pool, big breasts almost resting on the concrete. "Here, face me, lean forward and put your hands on your hips, and give me a smile."\n\nYou look at her suspiciously for a moment, then shrug. If you were gonna do that pose facing <i>away</i> from her, it might be too much, but what the heck. You turn to face her and spread your legs some for balance, then lean forward until you can put your hands on your knees. It leaves your ass nice and high in the air, lifted at quite the attractive angle, and your B-cups jutting down below you, probably looking as big as they're likely to look in any pose you do. Guess she knew what she was doing, huh? Still, you lift your head and give her a smile, and what the hell, you throw a little sexy into the smile while you're at it.\n\n"Perfect!" Errana chirps happily, snapping her fingers.\n\nYou start to straighten up... or at least, that's what you intend to do. What you actually do is nothing, your body not so much as twitching in reaction to your attempt to move. "What the-" And again, that's what you mean to say, but your lips and tongue don't move, nothing but a faintly grunted noise coming from low in your throat. You watch as Errana wades out of the pool and up the steps, sauntering over to you with water streaming off her skin.\n\n"Yes, that really is excellent," she muses as she makes a slow circuit around you, while you begin to panic internally at your complete inability to move. "Now, as to material... I think something nice and smooth to keep the texture of that nice skin intact. Marble... and since you're named after a color of blue... Sodalite, I think, yes, that ought to be quite lovely," she coos, snapping her fingers twice in quick succession. The first time, a mirror appears in front of you, letting you see yourself in your bent-over pose, alluring smile frozen in place. The second starts a ripple of shades of blue that begins at the tips of your toes and starts moving back along your feet.\n\nYou can feel your toes, then feet, then ankles grow cold, terror gripping you as you watch them, and then your legs, beginning to turn to Sodalite Marble. Once the color reaches your knees, it begins spreading to your hands as well, the cold, heavy feeling it brings with it sliding up your arms, as if you were steadily sinking into cement or something. And still you can do nothing but make low, pleading noises in your throat, even as your hips are covered, your smooth pussylips turning smoother still as they become shaped and buffed blue marble. Even your noises of dismay are silenced as the stone moves from your shoulders up your neck, throat becoming made of solid stone. Your perky tits and your face are both engulfed at roughly the same time, the last of your pale skin transformed into dappled blue rock. You can still see, even though your eyes have become stone the same color as the rest of your apparently carved face, and watch Errana do another circle of you as she looks approvingly.\n\n"Quite gorgeous," she murmurs appreciatively, running a hand down your smooth stone back, her skin feeling amazingly hot on your cold surface. As she moves behind you, you watch in the mirror as her skin turns red, horns growing from the side of her head and a tail and wings appearing behind her. She runs black-taloned hands up and down along the smooth stone curves of your ass, sharp tips making a light *skrtch* noise as they dance lightly along the solid surface. Smiling wide enough to show sharp teeth, she steps closer, rubbing the length of the fat red cock she's grown along your stone thighs, before settling it at your entrance and pushing forward.\n\nDespite being made of marble now, your pussy spreads open around her cock, an intense feeling of pleasure radiating out from there through your solid stone body. Unlike a flesh and blood pussy, however, yours doesn't mold to the shape of her cock, simply spreading open, forming a smooth, uniform tunnel the width of the widest part of her dick as she slides fully inside. Errana coos and moans happily once she's slid all the way in, then starts working her hips lightly, fucking your marble cunt with her throbbing, hot prick, her hands sliding luxuriously over the smooth stone of your back and ass, even leaning forward until her tits pillow against your back so she can toy with your literally pebble-stiff nipples.\n\nYou feel yourself coming closer and closer to a climax, her pumping prick forcing you helplessly towards cumming... and then stopping just on the edge. You know you should be trembling as you hover right at the cusp of an orgasm, held right there, but unable to go over. Even as Errana grips your solid stone hips and picks up speed, and then finally lets loose with a torrent of hot cum that immediately floods and overflows the smooth marble tunnel of your cunt, you're still just right there. What's worse, even as she pulls out, cum pooled at the bottom of the tube that is your pussy, dribbling down over the blue stone of your delicately carved clit and smooth rock thighs, not only are you still being held there, but you still feel as if your pussy is stretched out, and you're <i>still</i> on the very edge of orgasm. It's like you're being constantly fucked to the point of climax but never getting there, and you can't do anything about it but look straight ahead with that set in stone sexy smile on your face.\n\n"The finest piece in my collection yet," Errana purrs, stroking her hands up and down your marble ass. "I look forward to enjoying the sight... and feel... of you for many thousands of years to come, my dear. And if I ever get bored of you... well, you'll make very pretty gravel for a firepit."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog7xEnd]]

You groan some as you come to, feeling weight all over your body and something unpleasantly warm and squishy against your face. You try to push yourself up and yelp as you fling yourself roughly onto your back with a clamor of metal. Blinking, you look down at yourself... yup, you're wearing armor. In fact, you're wearing kinda-sorta familiar armor, one with a lot of layered parts along the shoulders and arms, but leaving your midriff bare except for some dangling, uneven chainmail descending from the (very curved) breastplate. Leather pants with iron plates over the lower halves, and a scalemail loincloth, check... that is an amazing, uh, recreation of your Elder Tale fighter's dex-based and rather fanservicey armor. Except that's not your six-pack abs showing beneath the (slightly cold) rings of chainmail... and yet, they flex when you try to get up.\n\nIt takes a few tries, since you're considerably taller and more powerful now, apparently... being stronger wouldn't be such a problem, you'd think, except that you keep using way too much force to do things. Once you're on your feet, you try to take a step and wind up almost launching into a run just from that. You lean against a mossy stone wall, just taking a few moments to get used to things, then finally take a look around. It... looks like Deviville. These are buildings you've seen almost every day for your whole life, but now most of them are abandoned and gutted, overgrown with moss and vines, windows cracked or gone completely. You bring your hand up to brush it through your hair, and feel your gloved fingers go through considerably more thick blue hair than you remember having, and bump over the slight rises on your ears.\n\n"I'm in Elder Tale," you murmur under your breath, half in awe and half in fear.\n\nCarefully walking down the street, you start spotting a handful of other people in fantasy MMO garb, many of them simply sitting and staring at their own bodies, some staggering about like you were earlier. You notice, though, that one is poking at the air in front of himself purposefully. Experimentally, you poke the air in front of you as well, and suddenly you've got an HUD in front of you, showing your image... well, it looks mostly like you, except for being a Half-Elf (er, Half-Alv) with different hair... and a bunch of other stuff like menu buttons. Spotting 'Log Off', you hit it without expecting much, and aren't surprised when a little 'No' symbol flashes by it. If that worked, the other guy would probably be gone by now.\n\n"Okay, I'm in Elder Tale," you say to yourself quietly again, settling down on a rock carefully. You try to go over what you know, damning yourself a bit for never paying closer attention to the lore. But maybe that's not what you need now anyway. Basics, basics. This character is your main, and you're level seventy... twenty under the cap. You're in what's called 'Devle', the in-game(?) version of Deviville, which is classified as a 'Rest Town' by game standards... it has an inn, some vendors, a Cathedral you can pray at so that you resurrect there instead of at the last city you visited (assuming that still happens), and a bank. It basically has just enough to let it function as a place to run quests out of without having all the amenities of one of the cities.\n\nYou frown as you continue thinking. Elder Tale uses something called the 'Half Gaia Project', you know that... basically the world is half as big as the real thing. While cities and towns and such are usually about the same size, there's roughly half as much empty space between them. Game characters still move much faster than in real life, obviously, which is why Arachne thought she could run from where the Fairy Gate dropped her to Devle in just minutes instead of hours or days, but that no longer seems to be true, judging by the (admittedly lengthened) speed of your own steps.\n\nThat makes you sit up straight. That's right, Arachne. If she got pulled into this too (and a quick check of your Friends List shows her online, so it seems likely), she's now in the middle of a zone where the enemies are aggressive and attack no matter what. Probably not much of an issue for her in the game... but in this situation, who knows what might happen? Besides, without a horse, it could go back to taking her hours or days to try and get here.\n\nYou chew your lower lip worriedly. On the other hand... you've suddenly been dumped into the world of an MMO, which seems very, very real. It's pretty likely you could actually die out there. Maybe it would be better to play it safe and stay put, focus on hunkering down and surviving.\n\n<hr>\n[[Save Arachne.|GGET1x2]]\n\n[[Protect yourself.|GGET5x1]]

"... We just want our normal lives back," you say after a moment, sighing.\n\n"Yes. If we have to... agree to your demands to let us be your test subjects, then so be it," your mother murmurs, finagling her cock back into her panties, reminding you that you should do the same.\n\n"Now now, it's not about my 'demands'. Like I told you, the antidote isn't quite ready yet, thus the experimentation." Tandy smirks, flipping her own skirt back into place once the two of you are tucked away. "The demand will come once it's ready, and I'll decide what it is then. Might depend on just how good of a test subject you two have been. Alright, give me a few moments to turn things over to my assistant, then we'll head to my remote lab. Some of these experiments can necessitate some breathing room."\n\nTrading a worried glance with your mother, the two of you nevertheles wait as Tandy gives some instructions to the bland-faced woman who emerges from the back room at a call of "Mandy!" Then she shows you around to the side of the building, to a branded delivery van. "Now, you'd best call your husband and come up with some sort of excuse," the blonde tells your mother as she gestures the two of you into the back like inventory that can load itself. "This isn't going to be a quick afternoon of sipping sugary drinks."\n\n"... Right," your mother murmurs, settling into the corner of the van and pulling out her phone as Tandy closes the doors behind the two of you. You settle down across from her, listening as she spins a yarn about a relative who suddenly became horribly ill and how she's taking you with her to help out. Tandy's already driving along by the time she hangs up, your mother glancing up at the front of the van before leaning forward and whispering, "I don't like this."\n\n"I'm not exactly dancing in the street over it either, yanno," you whisper back, frowning towards the front seat, before looking back at your mother and shrugging helplessly. "But what choice do we have? Even if we assume she's lying about not having an antidote ready, how do we make someone like her give it to us? If we want to go back to being the normal us, we've kind of got to do this."\n\n"I know, I know." Your mother sighs as she sits back, closing her eyes, then peeking one open at you. "You had to buy candy, you couldn't have gone for coffee?"\n\n"You gripe at me when I get coffee."\n\n"<i>Too much</i> coffee!"\n\n"That's not even enough coffee!"\n\n"Hey I will turn this van around and then no one will get their pussies back!" Tandy calls over her shoulder, prompting the two of you to settle into slightly sullen silence.\n\nIt's quite a long drive, but eventually Tandy pulls the van to a stop and gets out, coming around back to open the doors. You squint slightly against the sunlight as you scoot to the edge of the van and hop out, your mother doing much the same. You seem to be pretty much in the middle of nowhere, nothing visible but trees and a few low mountains in the distance. There's a squat, multi-level cement block building nearby, apparently built atop a hill looking out over the forest, and a packed dirt road leading to it.\n\n"The extra special candy lair! You should feel privileged to get to see it!" Tandy chirps as she leads the way to the doorway, fiddling with a ring of keys before unlocking the door and ushering you in. Inside is a large, open space that looks somewhere between 'warehouse' and 'mad scientist's lab', with worktables and various pieces of equipment up against the walls, and crates and bins in other parts, some of them open to display their contents, some of which seem to be bottles and boxes, others already full of candy. "Now, the two of you may as well take your clothes off and leave them in there until it's time to leave," Tandy explains, waving in the general direction of a bin beside the door. At your and your mother's obvious hesitation, she smirks. "Well leave them on if you like, but just realize that cocks aren't the only things that my candies can make grow, or alter about your bodies. Leave 'em on now and you might go home naked."\n\nIn the face of that, both of you rather shamefacedly undress just inside the doorway, tossing your clothing and other personal items in the empty plastic container. Soon you and your mother are once more following Tandy over towards a table close to the large, open center area of the floor, the bright white tube lighting above lending everything vaguely surreal. "Alright, now!" she chirps, placing her hands on the edge of a table with rows of candy roughly grouped together on it. "The first part of what I need to do to complete the antidote is to intensify some of the effects I already know how to do. The problem is that so far, most of my attempts have just led to the effects being bigger and more powerful."\n\n"Isn't that the same thing?" you ask with a frown.\n\nTandy opens her mouth, but it's your nude mother who sighs and says, "No, intensity is focused and contained but evocative. Powerful is larger and more attention-getting."\n\n"Very gooood!" Tandy chirps, clapping politely. "From the phrasing, I'm guessing you're an art major, Mrs. Accidental Futa?"\n\nYour mother sighs. "Jocasta."\n\n"Cyan," you add in a mutter.\n\n"Oh definitely an art major then. But you're right, I need to be able to make the effects intense but contained, not let them go running off like a runaway train. In any event! ... Hm." She puts a fingertip to the corner of her mouth and glances down at the table. "Really I suppose only one of you has to be a guinea pig. At a time, at least. If one of you wants to sit it out and watch, the other can partake. If that's what you want."\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Stay silent.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[You both should.|GGCandy12x2]]

Knowing that horses have a tendency to either unsummon or be difficult to get off of in combat, you try standing in the saddle and then leaping off. It's a move that wouldn't work in actual Elder Tale at all, but here you pull it off, flying through the air and hitting the ground in a low roll, coming up in a crouch between the surprised Arachne and the still-charging Dire Wolves.\n\nHoping you don't wind up dead <i>and</i> looking stupid, you unsheath your swords and jab them forward. "BLADE PIT!" Luckily, just as you expected, your arms move of their own accord, stabbing the air in front of you repeatedly with superhuman speed. Several of the wolves run headlong into the attack, all of them getting knocked back, several bloodlessly exploding into small showers of gold coins and other small items.\n\n"Cyanide!" Arachne gasps, whipping around to face you.\n\nNot responding, you instead quickly tap your second preset and sweep your hands together. The longswords glow and shimmer, replaced by a single massive warhammer that you swing downward hard. "BIG BADDA BOOM!" you call, the hammer's head glowing bright green and then bursting into shades of yellow and red as it impacts the ground, sending out shockwaves that knock back and dissipate yet more of the wolves.\n\nYour eyes widen as you see a wolf twice the size of the others leaping through the shockwave as if it wasn't even there. A leader-type! As its massive jaws are drawing closer to your head, there's a flicker of black through the air, and a whisper of "Assassinate." The boss wolf actually stops in midair, a look of surprise briefly washing over its face before it bursts into coins and potions.\n\n"Whew. Thanks," you say to Arachne, straightening up and resting your hammer on one shoulder.\n\n"I never even thought about just saying the attack names as I swung my weapon," Arachne replies, staring at one hand as she flexes it, the other holding her straight, black-bladed tanto. "When they first attacked I tried to use the menus, but it was so slow and awkward that I gave up and ran." Then she blinks, and runs up to you, flinging her arms around you and hugging tightly. "Cyanide! You came for me!"\n\n"Yeah, wasn't gonna leave you out here by yourself," you reply, setting the hammer down so you can wrap your arms around her and return the hug. "We're actually in Elder Tale, I can't believe it."\n\n"I know, right?" the black-haired girl huffs, drawing back, then cupping her large breasts and lifting them a bit. "I mean, can you believe these things? They're almost the size of my head! I barely even need a bra in real life."\n\n"I feel you," you answer dryly, knocking on your own well-curved breastplate with two knuckles. "This armor isn't that thick, you know, I can feel how big they are under it. I'm also about eighteen inches taller."\n\n"At least a foot here," Arachne agrees with a sigh. "Every time I thought about how different my body was I'd come close to tripping, the Dire Wolves almost got me a few times. Which at least usually made me stop thinking about it, then I could usually run okay." Making a thoughtful noise, you move around and start collecting up the coins and items dropped by the Dire Wolves, Arachne hurrying to do the same. "So what do we do now?" she asks. "I mean, how do we get out of here and back home?"\n\n"Don't know. The log out button doesn't work, that's for sure." Shaking your head as you tuck the items into your inventory, you rub the back of your neck. "For right now I think we should focus on where to go here, in the Land of Wen. We should probably head-"\n\n<hr>\n[[-back to Devle.|GGET1x4]]\n\n[[-on to Pladium, where the guild is.|GGET2x1]]

Arachne's been a good friend of yours for years now, beyond just Elder Tale... you can't just leave her out there by herself. Nodding to reaffirm your decision, you stand up, focusing on the motion and not letting yourself overcompensate or stumble. You can control this. You can do it. You can save your friend.\n\nActivating your menu screen, you select the first equipment preset. A pair of longswords appear in a little shimmer of light, one on each hip. You've got to admit, that's pretty cool. Taking a deep breath for focus, you take off running towards the edge of town, past little clumps of people who look up and stare at you as you go past, probably wondering if you've lost your mind even more than the rest of them have. Arriving at the zone gate, the decorative posts that signal you're about to leave the safe zone, you pull out your horse whistle and give it a blow. Sure enough, a moment later a horse comes running out of the treeline... well, sort of a horse. You can't help but wince at seeing it in the flesh. Elder Tale's horse models were never that great, with something about the way the neck was set and was way too long and some weirdness about the nose, and now seeing it in flesh and blood is pretty disturbing.\n\nOh well. Suppressing your sense of the uncanny valley, you swing astride the horse and gesture it in the direction of Arachne's indicator on your minimap, at least until the minimap disappears because you entered a combat zone. You've been riding for several minutes before you realize that you haven't had a single problem with how to control the horse or your own body, despite never having ridden before. Weird, but definitely useful.\n\nEventually you hear howls and shouts, and guide your horse towards them. Breaking through a treeline into a slightly open passage of the forest, you spot Arachne, her character now full flesh-and-blood. Her character's a "glass cannon" DPS rogue... built for maximum dexterity for the fastest hits and the most evasion. As such she's wearing one of the most dex-boosting (and fanservicey) armors in the game, a black one-piece that's mostly a high collar and a flap going down the front and between her legs, then coming back up over her rear and splitting into thin straps to connect back to the front. Supplemented with thigh-high boots and shoulder-high gloves, all of it in shiny black, goes well with her long black ponytail and its little spider-clasp. She'd probably look even better if she weren't being pursued by at least a dozen Dire Wolves, slavering and howling and right on her heels.\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to use the game HUD to fight.|GGET3x1]]\n\n[[Call your attacks, anime-style!|GGET1x3]]\n\n[[Just grab Arachne and run away!|GGETPlaceholder]]

"How come?" Arachne asks with a blink of surprise. "The guild and a bunch of other stuff is in Pladium."\n\n"You said it yourself, Pladium was going to be really crowded," you reply, pulling out your horse whistle and summoning the animal back. You grin as Arachne makes a version of the same face you made when you saw it the first time, then swing into the saddle. "Judging from the way the handful of people in Devle were reacting to this, things in the cities could get really bad really quick. I think we're better off staying away for now." You lean down a bit and offer your hand.\n\n"Eh? Two people can't ride the same mount," Arachne protests, blinking at your hand.\n\n"That was when it was a game. You can't jump into battle from horseback in the game, either."\n\nCeding the point with a nod, Arachne takes your hand and lets you pull her up into the saddle behind you. You shift a bit as you feel her breasts press against you... damn, those things <i>are</i> big. Setting the horse back towards Devle, you urge it to speed until you're out of the combat zone, then settle it into a gentler trot.\n\n"So what's like the game and what isn't, do you think?" Arachne muses, glancing around at the slightly less sinister-seeming forest falling by to the sides.\n\n"Well, there's obviously still magic... I could summon the horse and use way-above-human abilities. And monsters actually do turn into coins and items." You chew your lip thoughtfully, then glance over your shoulder at her. "I bet all the really basic rules are still in place, and some of the dynamics, they're just more... flexible... now that stuff's real."\n\n"A basic rule is that you can't fight in safe zones like cities," Arachne points out. "So shouldn't they be safe?"\n\n"Yeah, you can't pull out your weapon or spell and attack someone, or the enforcers will kill you. But I'm betting there's a lot of stuff you can do that doesn't count as combat," you add. "Like, say, some guy grabbing your arms while another helps himself to a feel of your boobs."\n\nArachne squeaks and hugs closer to you, as if trying to hide her breasts against your back. "Seriously?!"\n\n"We don't really know, that's why it's best to play it safe." You guide the horse back into the gates of Devle, then clamber off, not eager to actually get dropped on your ass if it disappears from being taken too far inside a town zone like it did in the game. Arachne follows along after you as you start down the street, some of the gathered other people staring at you as you go past. Apparently no one else has risked going out into the combat zone yet. "We'll lay low here in Devle for awhile, try to contact other people we know, keep an eye on how everything is going."\n\n"Alright." Arachne glances aside as the two of you walk past the inn. "Should we...?"\n\n"Yeah, but I wanna check something out first." You continue walking, and Arachne keeps following. Eventually walking through far more overgrown areas and buildings, you stop in front of one particular one. "Well. There it is."\n\nArachne blinks, staring at it for a moment, then giving a little 'oh!' "Your house? But how's it here?!"\n\n"It was here in the game, too. I guess the Half Gaia Project must use Google Maps and Street View to generate a lot of stuff. You couldn't actually go inside, though, there was an invisible wall over the door." You look for a long moment, then notice a new icon that reads 'Property' in the lower right of your HUD. Blinking, you tap it, then make an interested noise at the screen that pops up. "It's for sale."\n\n"Huh? You can buy it?" Arachne leans in, futilely trying to see your HUD.\n\n"Yeah, that must be a new feature of the expansion, or of... well, of this whatever-it-is. It's not just decoration, it's apparently purchasable player housing." You purse your lips lightly. "It's expensive, though. I mean, I could afford it, but-"\n\n"How much is it?" Arachne asks. When you tell her, her jaw drops. "You can afford that?! Other than what we got from those Dire Wolves, I was broke! I mean, broke for a level sixty-five character, anyway. Where'd you get all that?!"\n\n"Crafting, mostly." You grin at her. "I charge materials and a 'small' fee for my time. I also get on voice chat to thank them for letting me level my crafting skills. Guys love it."\n\n"You perv," the other girl snorts, grinning back at you.\n\n"Me the perv? Did you forget what you're wearing?"\n\nArachne glances down at herself, then blushes bright red, putting an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch as if she were naked. "Well I did until <i>now</i>."\n\n"Better learn to live with it, I've got a feeling that what we wear still affects our stats, and you can't afford to switch from an evasion build to armor now." Looking back at the screen, you consider. You can afford the house, it's true... but it would take up the vast majority of your funds. Is right after this weirdness really the best time to spend practically all of your money...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Buy your house.|GGETPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Save your money.|GGETPlaceholder]]

"Like that is fine, I think I did a perfectly good job on it already."\n\n"Yeah, yeah, you and your big-titted birthing-hipped blondes," Jake chuckles, shaking his head again. He gives you another glance. "What about the personality?"\n\nYou feel fear race through you and try to scream a protest, but again realize you can't do so much as change your facial expression without their permission. You can only continue to stand there, your naked, female body on display as Del looks at you thoughtfully again.\n\n<hr>\n([["Cheerful and brainless."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Calm and compliant."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Personality is overrated."|Digitizer1x9]])

"Eh, she doesn't really need a personality, does she?" Del decides, starting to type on the laptop's keyboard. "Let's just wipe it and upload what we want to use it for."\n\nYou feel fear and desperation grip you entirely before you can feel your mind being steadily wiped away. Memories begin to go, your last birthday, your first kiss, all the things that led up to you running away from home, gone the moment you begin to think about them. Your ability to do math, or read, similarly deemed unnecessary. At the same time you can feel other things taking their place... how to give blowjobs, how to deepthroat, the best way to work a cock when it's deep inside your ass, how to work your tits around in a man's lap.\n\nEventually event he fear and despair are wiped away, and you feel absolutely nothing as you stare blankly out at the two men in the real world. Eric has ceased to exist. You are just a thing, a sex doll. Del hasn't even bothered to give you a name, simply programming you to respond to various monikers like "slut", "whore", "cunt", and so on.\n\n"Make a few minor changes to the body, aaaand done," Del announces, hitting enter and causing you to rematerialize standing in front of them. Del grins at you and swings the platform of the laptop away. "Slut, get over here and suck my dick."\n\n"Yes master," you respond in monotone, walking over to him, your blank expression unchanging. You kneel down in front of him, eyes fixed directly ahead as you unbutton his fly and fish out his hard cock. Your gaze never changes or waivers as you lean forward, dragging your tongue up and down its length several times and then swirling it around the cockhead, before sliding your mouth down over it, swallowing it effortlessly into your throat, your gag reflex gone as if it were never there.\n\n"Man, its facehole is awesome," Del says cheerfully as he rests a hand on the back of your head. "I think those tweaks we made to the blowjob program really improved things. You wanna fuck one of its other holes?"\n\n"Yeah, why not?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Digitizer1x10]]

<div style="background:#eee;border:1px solid #ccc;padding:5px 10px;">You have indicated that you wish to be sent a cuddly wuddly widdle fwiendy-poo. <s>May Science have mercy on your soul.</s>\n\nWhile we are working on a wide variety of plush toys in different sizes, currently those available for home product testing are as follows:\n\n[[Woody the Wolf (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Woody the Wolf (Large)||QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pokey the Pig (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Stiffy the Skunk (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Boner the Bear (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Boner the Bear (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Gun the Gecko (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Joystick the Jaguar (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pussy the Cat (Small)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Pussy the Cat (Large)|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Small-size Assortment|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Large-size Assortment|QOHPT]]</div>

Shrugging, you scrawl your name on the paper and hand it back to the smiling employee. He goes along the line collecting the rest, and you're ushered up to an entrance area. Your group of about a dozen mills around waiting, and you take stock of them. It's almost all guys in their twenties and thirties, except for one girl. She looks like she's probably about a year older than you, average build, glasses, Herschel the Horse t-shirt. You think she's kind of cute, and you're just starting to muster up the courage to talk to her when the light over the door flashes green and the door slides aside.\n\nYour group files through in some semblance of order, entering a large room. There's not much in it except for a lot of standing room, a really huge screen with what looks like the starfield screensaver running on it, and some big doohickey on a robot arm that looks like a high-tech telescope with a fancier lens. Well, there's also a park employee sitting in a chair, a laptop on a swivel arm connected to the chair so that it rests in front of him.\n\n"Welcome, guests! I am Dr. Imagine, and I'm here today to demonstrate the latest breakthrough in computer generated imagery! The Digitizer can automatically scan any individual to create a manipulatable computer representation of them! This will of course make alterations to actors for films such as Ghost Rider or The Hulk, for example, much much easier. It's as simple as pointing the digitizer at someone, scanning them, and then manipulating the model on my computer here. Now, who wants to be our first volunteer for the demonstration?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Volunteer to get Digitized.|Digitizer1x2]]\n\n([[One of the guys gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[The girl gets Digitized.|Digitizer]])

You always wanted to be part of one of these sorts of things, you've heard they're really fun. You quickly raise your hand and even lift up a bit on your toes. You have to resist the urge to start hopping up and down and waving your hand to make yourself stand out even more.\n\n"Yes, you sir, young man. Please step forward and tell us your name."\n\nYou step out of the crowd and turn so that you're sort of facing both him and the rest of the group. "Eric."\n\n"Well, Eric, just let me aim the Digitizer and we'll get started!" Dr. Imagine (cute name, totally) types on his laptop, and you hear the robot arm moving behind you. Then there's an electronic whirring sound, and then a high-pitched whine before you're distinctly aware of being reduced to your component molecules and energy and pulled along somewhere very fast.\n\nYou're suddenly standing, feet together and arms at your sides, staring out at the shocked-looking group of people. You realize that from this position, you must be in front of the large screen... no, wait, you're <i>in</i> the large screen. You can vaguely make out that there's a black expanse around you, but only just... you're unable to move at all, your entire body still and frozen. You can't even change facial expressions!\n\n"Now, once we have someone in the computer, we can make all the changes we need to, and then either have them take programmed actions or rematerialize them. Imagine the possibilities of Eric Bana actually running around the set as the Hulk! It would certainly help the other actors get into character!" Dr. Imagine says cheerfully. The group actually laughs a bit, apparently getting over their shock fairly quickly. "We'll just go ahead and remove his clothes, while we're at it, they'll only get in the way," he adds, making a few keystrokes.\n\nYou feel your clothes abruptly vanish off your body, leaving your lean teenage body and soft cock on display for the entire group to stare at. You feel embarrassed, humiliated, and rather frightened, but you can't so much as blush.\n\n"Now, let's take some suggestions from the group on how we should alter Eric," Dr. Imagine says, turning to face the group. After a rather brief hesitation, people begin calling things out, the suggestions getting more fervent and more creative the longer they're allowed to go on.\n\n<hr>\n([["Make his cock bigger!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Turn him into a girl!"|Digitizer1x3]])

"Turn him into a girl!" more than a few of the guys shout out.\n\n"One of the more popular suggestions," Dr. Imagine acknowledges cheerfully. "Let's get started! Ah, but first, let's decide what <i>kind</i> of girl to turn him into, shall we?"\n\n<hr>\n([["A normal girl!"|Digitizer5x1]])\n\n([["A slut!"|Digitizer1x4]])\n\n([["A totally ridiculous slut!"|Digitizer]])\n\n([["A catgirl!"|Digitizer]])

"Another popular choice," Dr. Imagine says with a snicker. "Let's get started then, shall we?"\n\nHe begins typing, and you can feel your body changing. Your cock shrinks into your groin and disappears, replaced by pudgy pussylips between your legs. You grow taller, your body packing on a layer of padding that gives you a sleek look. Your hips curve and your ass rounds out. Your chest begins to swell, steadily rounding out into big globe-shaped tits that get larger and heavier by the moment.\n\n"I notice a number of you are sporting erections," Dr. Imagine says, grinning at the group. You too can see the bulges in the pants of the male group members, some of them shifting nervously as they're called out. "Don't worry, quite normal during these presentations. Feel free to take them out, we have cleaners come through after each group anyway."\n\nSome of the male group members immediately do so, and after that encouragement it's not long before all ten of them are stroking their cocks as they watch your body fill out into a tall, curvy woman made for fucking. You can even feel your hair growing, falling in gentle waves down your neck and curling around your bare shoulders, what you can see out of the corner of your eye turning blonde.\n\n"And there you have it, one skinny teenage boy turned into one E-cup adult slut!" The labcoated man at the computer laughs a bit, then considers, apparently trying to decide where to take the presentation next.\n\n<hr>\n([[He rematerializes you as you are.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He Digitizes one of the men to join you.|Digitizer]])\n\n([[He closes your file and moves on without you.|Digitizer1x5]])

"In any event, let's move on, shall we? We'll just save this file for later editing," he adds cheerfully, clicking something on his laptop.\n\nSuddenly you can no longer see the group or the room. In fact you can't really see, or feel, anything. You exist in a strange bodyless, timeless void. You panic for awhile... you're not sure how long... before you calm yourself down and try to think rationally. He said he was saving your file. He must have closed it. That means you're currently not really running, you just... exist somewhere on some hard drive as a bunch of data that's not currently being accessed.\n\nYou're amazed that you actually have consciousness this way. You wonder if they knew that would happen. But then, of course, you turn your mind to more pressing (you assume) matters: what will happen when they reopen your file. These guys are scary uncaring about fooling around with your body, and maybe your mind. You doubt they'll be any more uncaring when your file is reloaded into the alteration program.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's get out of here! Try to escape!|Digitizer10x1]]\n\n[[Escape is impossible.|Digitizer1x6]]

You despair as you decide there's really nothing you can do. You're just a bodiless bunch of data on storage medium. You're a computer file. Computer files can't just decide to go wandering off into other directories. (Though you've sometimes wondered, when you were looking for one yourself.) So you resign yourself to your fate, simply hoping that maybe once you're out they'll restore you.\n\nSince there's no sense of time passing, you're not sure how long it is, but suddenly you can feel your motionless (albeit still female) body again and see the Digitizer room in front of you.\n\n"Dammit, Del, you left one of the guests in the computer again!" a labcoated employee says in exasperation, shaking his head as he looks at you.\n\n"Eh, I meant to get it out at the end of the presentation but I forgot," the man you knew as Dr. Imagine says carelessly, shrugging. "What's the big deal, anyway? It became Worldland property when it signed the form and was turned into data on our servers."\n\n"Yeah, but Constance will gripe about it anyway, you do this way too often." The other employee (you can just make out a nametag that reads "Jake") shakes his head ruefully. "Well, what should we do now?"\n\nDel ponders that, rubbing his chin as he looks at you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Let's keep it, we could use another peon around here."|Digitizer1x7]])\n\n([["Let's experiment with how far we can take the program."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's turn it into someone else before we set it free."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Eh, you're right, better set it back to default."|Digitizer]])

"Well, it's our property now, we may as well keep it," Del says, sliding into his chair and starting to type at the laptop.\n\n"Fine, but if Constance wants to lecture someone, it's all on you."\n\n"Hey, do you wanna help pick out what to do to it, or do you just wanna gripe?"\n\n"Okay, okay, fine. Guess the first thing we'd better decide is whether to keep her, er, it like that or make some other changes," Jake says, leaning against the back of the chair and glancing towards you.\n\n<hr>\n([["Like that is fine."|Digitizer1x8]])\n\n([["Let's change its race."|Digitizer]])\n\n([["Let's change its features."|Digitizer]])

"Um." You blink several times. You are absolutely not sure what's going on, other than that you suddenly actually seem to be in the climax of a very stereotypically-written movie. "I mean... no, I should?" you offer, not doing that great a job of sounding sincere.\n\n"No, no, Eric." The science man reaches a hand out to rest on your shoulder, still doing a picture perfect performance even if your own wasn't exactly enthusiastic. "Your strain of the X-Bacterium means you'll be vital in replenishing the world's diminished population. It <i>has</i> to be me. Just... just tell my wife and daughter that I love them." He walks over to the edge of the platform, turning to look back at you, then slowly toppling backwards and plummeting into the pit. It's actually kind of amazing, dramatic, heartfelt music comes out of nowhere, there's a slow-mo as he tilts backwards, you somehow get an extremely good view of the expression on his face, before he's gone.\n\nYou stand there for several moments, glance around, then shrug and follow the walkway over towards a door. It slides open and you find yourself walking directly outside, into a cheering crowd that also goes into slow-mo as they jump around and party, everything going muted except for the dramatic music as you walk along in a bit of a daze, being approached by several people in uniforms, who at first look elated, then solemn as they see that you're alone. Then you're suddenly in the back of a car being driven through the suburbs, pulling up to a particular house. ... Wow, this is <i>super</i> weird! You actually do seem to be experiencing a movie from the inside, but it's still very... movie-ish.\n\nYou're not sure what else to do but to keep going with the flow, so you get out of the car and make your way up the front walk, the door opening up ahead of you. Two women are waiting there for you, both brunettes, the older one waaaay out of the science dude's league, and the daughter who looks vaguely kind of sort of like her but also absolutely nothing like either of her parents and also seems to be in her late twenties but also shorter than the other woman so she's probably supposed to be your age.\n\n"Eric! Where's..." The older woman's eyes widen as she dramatically whispers. "Where's Donovan?!"\n\n"Um." You follow them both inside, where you sit down on the couch because it seems the thing to do... probably makes it easier for the camera guy to stage the reaction shots of them or something. "He... sacrificed himself for the world. He said that my strain of the X-Bacterium was too important, so he jumped into the... reactor to save everyone."\n\n"Oh Dad," the 'teenager' sniffles, wiping a finger visibly under her eye.\n\n"No... no tears, dear," the mother says in a strong, inspirational voice, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder and gazing off into the distance in pride. "Your father was a hero. His work with the X-Bacterium has saved us twice over. Both by allowing him to sacrifice himself to stop the aliens, and by giving Eric the ability to help us repopulate the planet. I can think of no better way to honor his memory than to start doing so immediately."\n\nThe daughter gives another dramatic sniff and wiping of tears you can't actually see. "You're right, Mom. You're right. Dad would want us to get started on reviving the human race immediately. To honor him."\n\n"Er." You're a little weirded by the turn the conversation has taken, but that's nothing to when both women immediately pull their sweaters up and off to toss them aside, revealing two pairs of bra-clad breasts that are clearly the work of the very best surgeons California has to offer. You open and close your mouth in a bit of shock as the mother's pants and daughter's jeans quickly follow, their underwear quickly removed as well before they both kneel in front of you. You squirm as their hands rub over your inner thighs and your crotch.\n\n"It's up to you to be the father of the new human race, Eric," Donovan's wife coos as she unzips your pants and hauls them and your underwear down, your by now very stiff prick springing free and flopping against your belly. It... looks bigger than it used to, your balls seeming rather more full and heavy too, and you give a gasp as Donovan's daughter leans in to start nuzzling and sucking at them. "Really, the only way to properly honor his legacy is to knock the two of us up as soon as possible. In the interests of the greater good, of course," she adds right before sliding her mouth over the head of your cock and bobbing her head up and down, professionally-painted lips sliding along your shaft as her tongue works you.\n\nYou shudder, moaning aloud as the mother and daughter duo start working your cock and balls with the camera-ready skill of porn stars. The mother slips her mouth up and off your dick to kiss and suck along the sides of the shaft, her daughter moving up to take her place sucking on the head and slipping down the shaft, both of them rubbing and stroking your now bare thighs with their hands, occasionally slipping up under your shirt to rub at your belly and sides. You slump back against the couch, panting and leaning your head back to close your eyes, then looking down at the two of them, both unashamedly looking up at your face as they orally worship your prick and sack in apparent memory of their five-minutes-departed husband and father. They don't seem entirely shy about letting their tongues and lips brush against each other's either as they work you over either, several times practically frenching around the head of your cock.\n\nSoon Donovan's wife is turning and moving onto all fours, lifting her full, bare ass towards you and giving it a little shake, showing off her wet pussy like an animal in heat wanting to be bred. Still in a bit of a haze you oblige, the recent widow moaning as you push your throbbing prick into her dripping cunt, sounding nothing but eager as you grab her waist and begin slamming in hard and fast, your hips slapping against her asscheeks and making them jiggle. "Oh, oh yes, yes, yes Eric, knock me up, it's what Donovan would have wanted!" she cries out as her daughter presses up against your back, perfect fake tits pillowing against your skin as she licks and kisses at your neck while you're railing her mother. "My wonderful, heroic husband would be so happy knowing you're putting the first of dozens of babies in me!" she gushes, fucking back against you lewdly despite her high-minded talk, obviously eager to take every single millimeter of your enhanced cock. Of course with all that talk, it's not long before you're moaning and thrusting deep into her, her body writhing and pussy squeezing around you as she moans happily. "Yes, yes, knock me up for my husband's memory, mmmm getting pregnant for the sake of the human race feels sooooo good!"\n\nYou're panting as you pull out, but your cock hasn't lost a bit of hardness, which Donovan's daughter apparently realizes as she moves to lay on her back, grabbing her legs and pulling them forward until they frame her tits, showing off her own wet, expertly-trimmed pussy to you. With little hesitation you move into a full mating press above her, letting your body rest on hers and again feeling those expertly-done implants pressing against you as you do your best to drive her into the floor with your dick. You gasp out as her mother moves in behind you, reverently starting to tongue your asshole... presumably in thanks for you saving humanity and in memory of her husband as you knock up their daughter, you suppose.\n\nYou wonder just how many other people are going to be this grateful?\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|XAlien1xEnd]]

If you're honest with yourself you're kind of hoping maybe some other people will leave behind popcorn or something you can snag for yourself after they walk out of the theater. You take the ticket and head for the numbered theater, pausing just outside to slip on your 5D glasses before stepping through the door.\n\nYou suddenly find yourself standing on the very edge of some sort of walkway made of shiny chrome, close enough that you stagger and almost fall forward. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of and below you... a seemingly bottomless pit writhing with slimy pink tentacles all along the sides. Before you can fall, a hand snags the back of your shirt and pulls you back to safety, leaving you to turn and stare at the bespectacled, stereotypically intellinerd man beside you.\n\n"Easy there! Whoever goes into the TentaReactor is never coming out!" He pauses, leaning forward and looking into the pit, then staring at you gravely. "... But it's the only way. Both of us have had the X-Bacterium introduced into our cells... once that's introduced to the reactor, all the aliens' technology will stop responding to them. They'll be helpless against our counterattack, and Earth will be saved. So... one of us has to go."\n\nHe takes a long, significant pause, then gives a perfect for-the-camera sad smile. "It... it should be me. After all, what do I have to live for? Just a wife and daughter and my nearly complete research into curing various diseases. The world... won't miss me."\n\n<hr>\n[[Um, uh... don't... go?|XAlien]]\n\n[[Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... 'kay?|XAlien1x2]]

Your name is Michael, and you're a sixteen-year-old male. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, your good looks, upright demeanor, and contributions to the community have made you adored by young and old alike (except the people that, y'know, hate that sort of thing or write you off as just a meathead jock who is clearly oppressing them with your existence).\n\nSummer vacation has begun, and you now need to pick how you'll be spending it.\n\n[[Football Camp|ASFootballStart]] - An optional trip, but one encouraged by the coach. Plus it should be fun, there'll be lots of other players there, be nice to socialize outside of game time when you're expecting to try and knock each other's blocks off soon.\n\n[[Family visit|ASVisitStart]] - Your uncle and namesake has said he'd really enjoy having you come out and join him on a camping trip. You haven't seen much of him in a few years, it would be nice to reconnect.\n\n[[Youth Without Borders|ASBordersStart]] - A charity organization for young people that combines a chance to travel to (largely) safe areas of other countries and do some good. Sort of vacation and helping others all in one.\n\n[[Time off|ASOffStart]] - Hey, no one said that you had to do anything. You've worked hard all year... no one will really begrudge you taking some time to just enjoy yourself.

Shandor made his way through the hallways of the house, peering back and forth. So many ways the little bastards might have run afoul of the house's innumerable curses and hazards, some of them that left absolutely no trace. He always hated that... he liked to know how his victims had met their end, not leave it entirely up to his imagination.\n\nHe pushed open the door of the art gallery, and smiled as he immediately realized that several of the previously empty stands had occupants. "Good, good," he chirped, like a little old man examining his fresh-bloomed garden as he meandered down the path to take a look at his new acquisitions.\n\nFour new marble statues, two male, two female, just like the group he'd sent in... well, it wasn't always so neat and tidy, was it? The furthest male had become a satyr, all shaggy goat legs and massive, slightly inhuman cock, with an angular goateed face that would leer eternally at the full-breasted, round-hipped nymph across from him, grape vines threaded through her thick hair and stone breasts displayed in mid-jiggle to go along with her playful half-twirl. The other male was on the other end of the scale from the satyr, having become almost a nymph himself, all girlish curves and round, fuckable ass, coltish legs arched to show it off. Across from him, a veritable fertility goddess, the marble thatch between her legs thick and detailed, but not hiding her fat, obviously fertile (were it flesh and blood rather than rock) pussy, her obviously overfull marble udders proffered with both hands while a motherly smile curled her stone lips. There was only a single pair of panties left laying on the floor, which he picked up and tucked into a pocket... no doubt some other dweller of the mansion had made off with the rest and simply dropped those.\n\n"Well well well, how nice. Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses," he announced with a sneering chuckle, flicking a fingernail against the nymph-boy's smooth marble sack. Wandering to the side, he experimentally slid two fingers between the massive-breasted statue's legs, and into the smooth tunnel between them. "And fuckable, too. Positioning might take some work, but how nice. Maybe I'll give you a try myself... or just let some other batch of idiots figure it out and use you as a pretty marble cumdump before they wind up on stands of their own."\n\nDismissing any thoughts of immediate lust, Shandor turned and shuffled off back down the carpet, raising his voice a little. "Not that any such thing is guaranteed to happen," he declared, even though he knew he was effectively talking to himself. "There's a lot to do in this house, after all! A lot to do. No guarantee anyone will ever see you again for a long, long time."\n\nWith that, flicked off the light switch, once more plunging the gallery into darkness.\n\n<b>Haunted House Night</b> end - <i>Satyrs, sissies, and nature goddesses</i>

You log on to DeviList, actually having to input your info since the damn thing never retains cookies. Three years they've had that site bug... oh well, local business internet, whatcha gonna do? But anyway, after a moment it finally brings you to your login page. The site tries vaguely to make itself look like newspaper ads, but not a lot of work has been put into it.\n\n<span style="font-family:Times;font-size:14px;font-style:normal;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;text-transform:none;font-variant:small-caps;color:000000;"><center>Welcome to DeviList!\nYour one-stop site for everything Deviville has to offer!</center>\n\nWhat can Deviville offer you today?\n\n[[For Sale|GGDL1x1]]: Shop direct from Devivillains that have a lot to offer! Or put up your own ad!\n\n[[Want Ads|GGDL]]: Employment offers in the Deviville area!\n\n[[Activities|GGDL3x1]]: Find local social meetings and entertainment opportunities for a wide range of ages!</span>\n

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Tomorrow is the first day of school.\n\n... Oops.\n\nWell it was a pleasant summer! If completely and utterly non-memorable. Eh there'll be... several... more at least. Anyway, you're pondering what to wear tomorrow to help assuage your anxiety about tomorrow, you're considering what to wear. The weather has already turned a bit cool, so you're looking mostly through your long-sleeved shirts\n\nYou hold up one in a sort of neutral not-particularly-any-color somewhere between black, grey, and blue. It's not like you necessarily carefully plotted out how much of your wardrobe is designed to keep you from being noticed, most of it just sort of... worked out that way.\n\nYou pause though and look at another shirt, this one with a Punisher logo. On fire. Your grandmother bought it for you, and it is without a doubt the actual coolest and most stand-out piece of clothing you own, if also perhaps the nerdiest. Maybe, y'know... maybe it's finally time to have a little more confidence? It's not like it would be <i>that</i> big of a deal if you wore it, right?\n\n<hr>\n[[Wear the neutral shirt.|QOSchool1x1]]\n\n[[Wear the cool shirt.|QOSchool]]

Giving in to temptation, you pull open one of the drawers of the dresser. The middle one yields some surprisingly normal T-shirts, and the bottom drawer an assortment of socks. Well, apparently she doesn't wear that costume <i>all</i> the time. The top drawer yields what you were secretly hoping to find, though... underwear. Lots of lacy, satiny, silky bras and panties, mostly in different shades of blue and white, but the occasional red and black too. Your cock stiffens almost painfully as you slide your fingers through the soft tumble of delicate garments, imagining how Jasmine would look in each one.\n\nYour questing fingers bump against something firmer below a pile of panties, and you blink, drawing out first one object and then another. The first is probably some accessory that Jasmine dumped in there without really thinking, you figure... it's a recreation of Genie's lamp. The second is, well, what you might have expected to find in a girl's underwear drawer... a dildo. A big pink one, to be precise, in the general outline of a man's cock but without a lot of details. Obviously, the pretty princess has needs too.\n\n<hr>\n[[Mess with the lamp.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Jerk off with some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Wear some panties.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]\n\n[[Use the dildo.|HLJasmineplaceholder]]

People can just deal with it! ... Wow did that thought come out of you? If you're honest, the thought of showing off some kind of appeals. Besides, no one will know it's you! You're like a foot and a half taller and covered in fur, besides the changes to your face! Grinning at the realization of effective anonymity, you take off across the yard, doing a little bit of a scrabble to make a turn as you get to the sidewalk, then take off running.\n\nOh gosh, running feels so good. You're tearing up the concrete (not literally, just figuratively), zipping down the streets as you head deeper into Deviville. You do eventually start passing people, and there's definitely some stares and even a few yelps of surprise at the sight of a red catman running down the sidewalk, but no one really seems to be freaking out <i>that</i> much. Of course you've usually left them in the dust by the time they've really processed what they've seen, so hey. You actually find yourself grinning widely by the time you've hit downtown... maybe not as crazily as the cheetah on the can, though.\n\nYou screech to a sudden halt at the sound of gunfire, blinking as you stare down part of the street towards where a large bank is situated. There's a convertible parked outside, and as you watch a pair of figures wearing all black, including baklavas, hurry out of the front doors. Each is carrying an obviously heavy duffel bag in one hand and a gun in the other, and they both turn and fire back into the bank before tossing the duffels in the back seat of the convertible and scrambling in. From the shape of their chests under their vests and their rears as they jump over the doors, you think they're both women. The one in the driver's seat obviously stomps on the gas, a plume of smoke rising from beneath the back wheel wells before the car screeches off down the street.\n\nYou've just seen a bank robbery! Every bit of you up until now wants to turn around and race back the other way, getting as far as possible from the danger. \n\nA rather more recent part of you is squealing <i><b>OH BOY A CHASE!!!!</b></i>\n\n<hr>\n[[Run away!|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Run after!|QOHPT6x8]]

Hey, if you're going to get new clothes, you want to dress like an adult, right? You're totally practically almost an adult! ... Sort of. Maybe. ... You want to dress like one, anyway. You select that option, then go through filling out your sizes... hey, there are short adults, okay? Surely they have something for that! Still, you wonder how long it will take them to decide if they actually have such sizes in the adult clothing as you hit 'Submit'.\n\n<i>Ding-dong!</i>\n\nBlinking, you glance up from the screen. ... No way. Still, you can't help but get up and head downstairs, blinking at the sight of your mother holding a white cardboard box about the size of a large microwave.\n\n"Oh, Jamie, someone just dropped this off. Did you order something?"\n\nYou lean up to glance at the logo... AppAssure industries, alright. Feeling confused, you accept the box, which luckily isn't very heavy for its size. "Um, kind of. Not really. I signed up for this product tester job, it's supposed to be some clothes I try out and tell them how they are. I guess. ... It got here really fast though."\n\n"Oh, new clothes?" she says cheerfully. "Can I look through them with you?"\n\nYou suppress a wince. Looking through your new clothes with your mother feels... kind of embarrassing, you just know she's going to start making comments and suggestions for what you should wear that will make you feel about eight years old, or something. On the other hand, if you say no, she's probably going to not-pout with a look in her eyes that says her soul is dead because clearly you don't love her anymore while saying 'That's fine'.\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her look with you.|QOHPT9x2]]\n\n[[Tell her no.|QOHTP]]

"I guess just the Denver Sunrise stuff," you say. You don't want people dropping unconscious or whatever. Does that happen with marijuana? You have no idea but all the uses of 'strong' on those other strains have kind of got you worried.\n\n"Eh, suit yourself. I guess it's just a goth party after all," Tanya replies with a shrug, turning back to Facebook. "What'd you say her name was?"\n\n"Morrigan?"\n\n"That her real name or her 'goth name'? Eh, nevermind, I'll find out from my girls at the school either way, have the dropoff made directly to her. Knowing you, you carry that much around and you'd freak out, get caught, and wind up spilling everything to the cop." At your spluttering attempts at denial, she glances over. "Hey, enough, enough. Just get in touch with her and tell her the drop will be in a bag left by the counter of the Faztmart over on Wilson after Thursday, between four in the afternoon and midnight. And shoo, you're bugging me."\n\nShooing gratefully, you scuttle out of Tanya's room and contact Maya for Morrigan's number. She seems a little shocked by the request to judge by her initial replies, but does eventually share her phone contact, allowing you to (very nervously) text Morrigan the details of when she can pick up the, uh, delivery. After that, Morrigan texts back with gratitude and reminds you that you're invited, so you definitely need to show up. Since it would feel weird to go through all of this and no-show, you decide to put aside your usual fear of anything that could be described as a party and resolve to go. At least Morrigan helpfully provides that it's a 'face paint or masks' sort of party and that other than dressing up in goth finery, everyone will be mostly in normal clothes. Which means all you really feel obligated to do is dig out a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and eventually go with the obvious: painting your face white with black accents for 'Crow' style.\n\nWhen you arrive at Morrigan's address, you find why she apparently felt confident in having a party with fifty other people... it's a pretty decently-sized house. Very typical 'lower upper class suburban dream home'... heck, it even has a white picket fence around it. Morrigan must be one of those goths who's rebelling against her surroundings. You walk up to the door and knock hesitantly, and resist the urge to feel forlorn and leave when there's no answer... especially since you can hear fairly loud music from inside. Deciding to risk ringing the bell, a moment later someone you don't recognize, in facepaint that looks a <i>lot</i> like yours, answers and eagerly urges you to come in... apparently you fit the aesthetic enough that you're just assumed to not be a trick-or-treater. You wander in, and there is indeed loud, but relatively somber music playing, and there's not exactly a bunch of dancing going on in the downstairs area where everyone seems to be congregated, more just people clumped together talking, or admiring each other's clothes and accessories (like the blood ruby skull someone's showing off). The air does already have a bit of a fog to it, but only a little.\n\nYou wander around, not sure what you're actually supposed to do, and almost walk by Maya without realizing it. Blinking, you back up a bit, and actually ask, "Maya?" nervously, feeling relieved when she blinks and looks at you. Maya has a figure a lot like Morrigan's... maybe slightly more in the chest department and a little less in the rear. She's got her face painted black and white as well, but in a skull motif, making her blue eyes practically glow in contrast. Other than that it's a tight black shirt with white sleeves and a black skirt with shiny tights under it, and clasp-fasten boots.\n\n"Jamie?" She looks you up and down, then says, "So you really came, huh?" in an odd tone of voice, like she can't really figure out whether to be glad or annoyed.\n\n"Um... yeah?" you answer, shifting in place nervously. What's with her?\n\nBefore you can work up the nerve to even try and get an answer, you hear a call of "Jamie!" from nearby and turn, just in time for Morrigan to snag your hand enthusiastically. She's dressed... almost identically to Maya. Her shirt's a bit different, and she's got on fingerless black gloves, her stockings are hole-ridden black fishnets, and her face paint is just slightly different in style, but just at a glance, with the makeup and similar hair she and Maya could almost be twins, more easily distinguished by Maya's rich blue eyes and Morrigan's red contacts than anything else. "Hey, great, you did come! Hi, Maya," she adds with a smile.\n\n"Morrigan," Maya replies rather dully, eyes shifting away.\n\nThat seems to take Morrigan aback a little, but she quickly rallies and smiles at you. "You super came through for me, Jamie, thanks a ton. This stuff's basically just what we were looking for. We've got plenty of snacks and everything laid out, obviously, and we're gonna start the movies soon. You should come sit with me, I've got the couch reserved, host's privilege."\n\n"Uh, I guess maybe I could..." Some motion out of the corner of your eye makes you turn your head, spotting Maya walking away. "Um, Maya?" But she ignores you and turns the corner, disappearing from sight.\n\n"Huh. She's acting awfully emo for someone that's not even a full goth," Morrigan says with a frown. Then she shrugs. "Well, if she's gonna be that way, it's her own business. You wanna grab some pizza before we put on the movie...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Morrigan.|QOGothHW]]\n\n[[Go after Maya.|QOGothHW3x1]]\n\n[[Ask Morrigan to help you with Maya.|QOHookup7x4]]

"That'd put my mind at ease," you allow, accepting the camera and turning it back and forth in your fingers as you eye it. "I mean, even if I am sleepwalking, honestly at this point it'd be a relief just to know that I'm not really being fucked by some talking demon dog."\n\n"Sounds like the sort of thing you'd know if wasn't a dream, to me," Leslie replies, quirking her brows.\n\n"Yeah, especially after being fucked up the-" You cut yourself off, face turning red.\n\nBut Leslie grins broadly. "Ass? He fucked you up the ass? Tres dirty, Cyan. You gotta give me the details."\n\nYou sigh, breaking down and giving her a rundown of the dream and how it was different from the last time, including Svarog availing himself freely of both holes and the mysterious voyeur cumming all over your face at the end. Leslie looks so fascinated that you're fairly certain that if the two of you manage to stop these dreams from reoccurring, she's going to be disappointed. But once you've embarrassed yourself, the two of you head to her room to find the right length of chain, and watch some of Leslie's first attempts at bike-stunt footage. Then you head home to wile away the day, all your thoughts on the following morning when you'll check the footage... because you're not sure you want to think about what will happen between now and then.\n\nYou're not even surprised, not even in a disconnected, fuzzy dream state way when you again open your eyes and sit up in your moonlit room. Once again swinging out of bed, you stand and drop your pants, then pull your t-shirt up and off, the GoPro bumping against your face and then dropping to your bare chest once it's past the collar of the shirt. You start to reach a hand up for it, then stop and, as if obeying some unspoken command, drop your hand back to your side before turning and making your way out of your room. However, as you once again march nude through the hall and down the stairs, your vision begins to go fuzzy, as if the fog from outside had already gotten inside.\n\nYou blink awake, curled on your side, not feeling particularly sweaty or shocked. You roll onto your back slowly and then sit up, before glancing at the window. Morning. Huh. The dream just sort of... sputtered and died, didn't it? Almost exactly like a real dream. You're still dressed from last night, everything in place, no wet spot. Maybe whatever it is that's been causing you to have these dreams has passed?\n\nYou turn your head as you hear car doors closing, and then engines starting before pulling away. Looks like your parents are already off to work. You slip out of bed and stand, the motion making a thump against your chest. Remembering the camera, you reach up and unclip it, holding it up to look at. With this morning's uneventful awakening, you're almost tempted to just forget about whatever it might have recorded... probably just hours of ceiling, sheets, and wall, after all. Still, you did wear it specifically to put your mind at ease one way or the other. Wonder if there's anything embarrassing on there, though...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Watch it by yourself.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Take it to Leslie's.|GGDog5x4]]

"Um, okay, sure," you murmur, trying to brace for the inevitable 'Oh, this is so cute!' squeals as you turn and start heading upstairs.\n\nOnce the two of you are in your room, you set the box down and pull it open, to reveal... a pair of boxes. You stare for a moment, then shrug and pass one over to your mother. "Here," you offer, thinking it's convenient that they sent you two boxes, passing one to your mother and hefting out the other. You've already started to open it when you remember what the site said about making sure you had the right delivery. You glance down, reading the side of your box, which says-\n\n<hr>\n"[[Mister Master|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Bitch Boy|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Sweet Sub||QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Lady of the Night|QOHPT]]"\n\n

"We need to punish each other, Mistress," you answer in a monotone. "For you."\n\n"Yes, absolutely you do. Get to it, then, and then come to me. I'll be waiting in a car... several blocks away."\n\nThe screen goes blank, and you immediately grab Leslie by the upper arm, hauling her over towards her bed, the blonde not offering any resistance at all as you sit and yank her down across your lap. You shove her head a bit further downward to get her to lift her ass, and without hesitation bring your other hand down on it in a hard smack. Leslie's body jerks and she lets out a soft, reflexive gasp at the impact. As you start spanking her in earnest, your hand driving against her bare cheeks, she wriggles reflexively on your bare thighs but obediently doesn't move otherwise, even as arousal starts to drool down her inner thighs from her bare, puffy pussy... which receives its own share of smacks as you continue to strike her with your bare hand.\n\nYou can't just give her some perfunctory spanking, oh no... your Mistress expects better than that. So you keep smacking Leslie's pert, trim little ass over and over again, as your handprints start to darken on it and overlap, gradually turning it light pink, then darker pink, then an even, almost glowing red. Only once you can feel the heat radiating off of it without quite touching it do you stop, grabbing Leslie by the hair and yanking her upright. Her face is flushed, streaked with tears and drool, her body shivering in a mixture of pain and climax even as she steps back to let you get up and turn, bending over the side of the bed. Similarly without hesitation, Leslie moves to her closet and retrieves a leather belt from where it's hanging behind the door, folding it double as she walks back over to you.\n\nThe leather cracks directly across the lower part of your ass and over your own damp pussy, making you gasp hard and jolt against the bed. Leslie almost immediately brings the belt down across your ass again, motions efficient, quick, and ruthless. There's no anger, no desire to pay you back for her own bare, red ass... no, just a desire to please the Mistress by punishing each other for her. You raise up on tiptoe, offering your ass more easily for Leslie's strikes with the belt, grunting and gasping with the impact of it against your buttocks, your pussy, your thighs. Only once you have a nice series of deep pink marks and welts does Leslie finally drop the belt, allowing you to straighten up. Without another word, the two of you don your shoes and socks, and without another stitch on, walk out the front door.\n\nPeople stop and stare at two teenage girls walking down the sidewalk, naked and with their asses obviously freshly beaten. Cars even screech to a halt as people slam on the brakes in shock at the sight. But although plenty of people stare at you... and at your almost-a-handful tits, Leslie's pert little ones, at your welt-marked ass, at hers swollen and poking out like a monkey signaling its readiness to breed... none approach you. Even the pair of police officers that start towards you hesitate, then just stare at you as you walk past, their cocks obviously stiffening in their pants at the sight they do nothing about.\n\nSeveral blocks later, the two of you make your way over towards a large black SUV with opaque windows. At your approach the front and back doors on the passenger side swing open, giving you a view of Errana (once more in human form) sitting in the driver's seat and Svarog in the back. You climb into the front and Leslie the back, the doors swinging shut again. You offer no resistance as Errana reaches over and puts her hand on the back of your head, pulling you across the center area and urging your mouth onto the fat prick she apparently still possesses, pushing you downward until your lips are around the base and your throat bulging with it. You obediently start bobbing your head and suckling at her as she puts the car into drive... faintly in the back seat you can hear Leslie gulping and quagging, no doubt on Svarog's big red spear of a prick.\n\n"Welcome home, bitches," Errana coos, stroking your hair as you gulp down her cock obediently again and again, even as it flushes red, her form changing to the demonic one you saw on the screen. "I hope you've enjoyed your first taste of pleasure and pain... there's a lot more to look forward to."\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog5xEnd]]

Well, whatever it is, Leslie's the one who helped you out with this, and has been through you on this whole debacle (despite her hunger for embarrassing details). She probably deserves to know too. Exchanging a few texts to confirm that it's alright to come over, you get dressed and head out, GoPro in your bag. Once the two of you are ensconced in Leslie's room, a folding chair dragged over to sit beside her computer chair, you explain as she hooks up the little camera. "So I dunno, maybe this time nothing happened. I dreamed I got up, got out of bed and got undressed, but as I was leaving my room things just sort of... fizzled."\n\n"Huh, weird. Maybe nothing happened then. Here we go!" she chirps, playing the video and maximizing it to take up the full screen. "So yeah, here's you tossing and turning a bit, fast forward a little... yeah, see, here you get really still. Then... oh hey, you're sitting up," she comments as the view of the camera swings around, showing more of your room. It wiggles a bit... then both you and Leslie blush as the view is briefly consumed by a flap of cloth lifting and covering it. "... There went your shirt, huh?"\n\n"There went my shirt," you confirm rather weakly, swallowing hard. You watch as the view shifts with your movements as the you of the past walks out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. But unlike in the dream, things don't cut off... the video shows the crossing of the living room, and the front door, your own hand lifting rather mechanically to unlock it and open it, and then the yard outside. "Oh fuck, I really did leave the house!"\n\n"Yeah, oh man that's so dangerous, especially with the road being all foggy like that! Wait, was it foggy last night?" Leslie frowns, watching as the feed continues to the sidewalk and walks ahead into the thick, white-grey mist, which quickly seems to swallow up the world. It just continues rushing past the camera, surrounding it, swirling, moving.\n\n'How far am I walking?' you think, feeling weirdly distant and disconnected. It occurs to you in a vague way that you should suggest that Leslie fast forward some more, but for some reason you just can't seem to bring yourself to actually say the words. Weirdly enough, the normally energetic Leslie doesn't seem to be coming up with the idea to do so on her own, instead sitting and watching the screen just as intently as you are, at the swirls and rolls of the fog as it curls around and waves and puffs and shimmers and flickers.\n\nWhen the mist clears, it's around only a single figure... Errana, now with red skin, horns, and a massive, thick cock jutting up from her crotch, heavy balls dangling beneath it. She smiles and gives the wings spreading from her back a flick, making the mist swirl some more. "Alright, bitches, strip."\n\n"Yes, ma'am," you and Leslie drone in unison, standing up and quickly shedding shirts and jeans, tossing them negligently aside and then standing in front of the screen naked, awaiting your next orders.\n\n"Mm. Good bitches. Don't fret, I promise you both you'll get to see a show with all the dogfucking you could imagine... since you'll be part of it. But first, I think you need to make it up to me... your original refusal, Cyan, and your nosiness, Leslie. You know what I want, don't you?"\n\n"Yes, Mistress," the two of you drone, with you adding, "You want us to-"\n\n<hr>\n[[Punish each other.|GGDog5x5]]\n\n[[Bring you more bitches.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Bring some high-quality dog food.|GGDog]]

"Um, I think something's been bothering her for awhile now, actually," you explain, glancing after Maya, then looking at Morrigan. "Do you... I mean, do you think you could help me talk to her?"\n\n"I guess? But she's your friend, right?" Morrigan asks, painted lips pooching out a bit in confusion.\n\n"Yeah but I still don't always know how to talk to people even when they're my friends," you admit with a sigh. "Especially if it's a girl thing. I mean, I'd try, really, just... help? Please?"\n\nYou actually see her teeth start to press down on her lower lip as she looks at you, but apparently she remembers her makeup and instead clears her throat. "Yeah, okay, sure. I want everyone to have fun after all, let's go."\n\nThe two of you head off in the direction Maya went, looking amongst the crowd to try and spot her. But none of the rooms reveal any results, and apparently on a whim, Morrigan walks through the kitchen (with its 'no entry' sign) and over to the doors that lead to the back yard. "Oh, there she is." Beckoning you, Morrigan slides open the door and steps out. The back yard's pretty expansive, with a pleasant little garden seating area around a (currently unused) firepit, a decent-sized swimming pool, and a fenced-off kennel in which a large German Shepherd seems to be napping.\n\nMaya had been sitting on a stone bench looking out at the pool, apparently, but at the sound of the door sliding open she looks over sharply. Her mouth twists a little in apparent disgust at the sight of you and Morrigan, and she mutters an audible "Oh great."\n\n"Uh, hey, that's kind of rude to say to someone walking into their own back yard, don't you think?" Morrigan says with a scowl of her own.\n\n"Yeah, you're right, I'll leave," Maya responds flatly, standing and making her way towards the gate.\n\n"What is <i>with</i> you?!" Morrigan snaps, while you're quietly panicking. This is not the kind of help you had in mind. "We've always been friends before, haven't we? In fact I thought we were pretty close! Aren't you one of my best friends?! What the hell did I do to make you treat me like this?!"\n\n"What do you <i>think</i>?!" Maya rages, whirling back around and stomping over, glaring at the other painted-up girl eye to eye. "You know damn well what you're doing! You're <i>stealing Jamie</i>!"\n\n"Uh... what?" you squeak.\n\nMaya freezes, and despite her completely painted face, you get the distinct impression her face is going red, eyes slipping over towards you. But then the anger comes back and she fixes her eyes on Morrigan. "You are interested in him, right?!"\n\n"I, um..." Morrigan seems utterly flummoxed, and you expect the next words out of her mouth to be something to the effect of 'Are you out of your mind, who would want that guy?' Instead it takes your brain a few moments to process that what she actually says is, "I didn't know it would be stealing...?"\n\nwhat\n\n<hr>\n[[You can't take this. Run!|QOHookup7x5]]\n\n[[Uhhhhhh... okaaaaaay...|QOGothHW1x1]]

"... Nope," you announce aloud, before turning and taking off running. \n\nThe thing behind you howls, which really just encourages you to put everything you have into running, and in this body that's quite a lot. You're not gonna do something stupid either like look behind you and wind up running headlong into the monster that's somehow managed to get ahead of you. You do hear it behind you yowling and shrieking, occasionally further away, occasionally seeming nearer. It's only once you haven't heard it in a good long time that you even consider slowing down. When it doesn't immediately leap out at you from the moment you show weakness, you come to a stop and try to catch your breath a bit, taking a look around.\n\nUnfortunately, it looks like while you were focusing on getting away and not looking behind you, you didn't pay quite enough attention to what was ahead. There's no sign whatsoever of the path you were on, just trees scattered around with no real breaks. You're literally lost in the dark, scary woods, that's just great. Though as you're pondering how dark it is and if you're likely to be eaten once that thing tracks you down, you notice that there is some light ahead.\n\nSoon the light resolves into a lantern, silver and beautiful, which also kind of describes the woman holding it, tall and pretty and pale, full-breasted and -hipped, wearing a flowing, thin white gown with a soft glow to it. Her long pale hair falls down her back and over her shoulders, the parts of it falling over her breasts probably the only reason you can't see her nipples through the thin garment. She blinks big blue eyes slowly, once, at the sight of you, then smiles.\n\n"As you do not seem a bandit, you must be a traveler lost on these roads. I would not leave any soul out here in the woods to fend for themselves, let alone one who means no one any harm. Please, come with me," she continues, holding out one long, slender hand unmarked by callouses. "You shall spend the night in safety in my home."\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh, whew, thank goodness.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Hahahano.|GGMonk1x8]]

The Midnight Elves, AKA the "tooootally not a villain race u guyz". Which is what the devs say about all of the red faction but the style and even the class names kind of tend not to hold up to that, let alone the fluff and worldbuilding. Heck, they have dark grey skin, default to red eyes, and their hair is spiky and black. They even look like standard fantasy bad guys! Which means they look really cool and are a damn popular race among players.\n\n<center>Choose your character's sex.</center>\n\n[[Male|GGWOW12x1]]\n\n[[Female|GGWOW11x2]]

"... no you're fine..." you find yourself squeaking. Something about your tone makes Maya reach over and give you a slap on the arm with the back of her hand, making you jump slightly.\n\n"Oh, lovely!" Lucoa chirps, clapping her hands together and making her mountainous mammaries jiggle. "I do so enjoy helping people! Especially young people," she adds, looking at you, her eyes slitting open a little. A shudder runs down your back as you realize she has rather disturbingly colored and shaped eyes... and something very like a basic prey response slams through your brain as you notice her tongue flick over her lips.\n\nShe did say she was a dragon, didn't she? And don't dragons... eat people? You trade glances with Maya, who seems to have gone a little paler than usual. She's probably thinking the same thing. What if in return for whatever 'help' she offers, this... voluptuous inhuman decides to devour whoever summoned her?\n\n"Ah, I suppose it's my duty to help out the one who summoned me first thing," Lucoa says cheerfully as her eyes close again, possibly unintentionally highlighting your fears. "Which one of you did the summoning?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You did.|QOSuc1x2]]\n\n[[Maya did.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[You both did.|QOSuc]]

Swallowing hard, you slowly raise a shaking hand. "I... I was the one who decided to summon you," you manage, since that's truthful enough.\n\n"Ooo?" Lucoa smiles brightly as she turns her head towards you. "I was kind of hoping you'd say that. You look really delicious."\n\nYou pale as you feel your worst fears realized, frozen in place as the naked monster makes its way towards you and... goes down to her knees? You're left staring straight ahead for a moment in shock, listening to the sound of your jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped, before you manage to turn your widened eyes downward. Lucoa is just finishing tugging your jeans down, your cock and balls flopping free as she coos. "I really love young boys, they're so adorable and tasty." She starts stroking your rapidly hardening cock, leaning forward to plant a kiss on it. \n\n"W-wha...?" You glance aside at Maya, who's staring, seemingly equally stunned. "H-hey, what are you doing?!"\n\n"Hm?" Lucoa peeks open one of her odd eyes to look at Maya out of the corner of it, even as she tilts her head in to run her tongue along the side of your stiff pole. "I'm sucking his cock, of course."\n\n"W-why?! You said you're not a-!"\n\n"But I <i>do</i> like pretty young men," Lucoa chirps, slipping her lips over the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around it quickly several times, making you whimper. Then she slides back off of it with a pop, stroking you with one hand as she looks at Maya. "So I wanted to. You want to do it too, don't you?"\n\n"I... I..." Maya's face turns solid red as she raises her hands and waves them a little.\n\n"Oh come on, if you want to, come do it," the horned woman says cheerfully, beckoning with her other hand before bringing it up to cup your balls. "If a dragon god says it's okay to do it, it must be, right?"\n\n"..." Maya stares for a moment more... then abruptly pulls off her shirt, perky C-cups jiggling as they're freed.\n\n"MAYA?!" you squeak as she just as quickly undoes her cutoffs and shoves them down and off, your now naked friend moving over to kneel down beside the rather more generously-proportioned dragoness.\n\n"... The dragon god says it's okay?" she says a little sheepishly, before leaning in, Lucoa's hand moving away so Maya can start suckling on your balls. You make a strangled noise of mingled pleasure and confusion as your childhood friend continues tonguing and sucking at your sack while a voluptuous dragon woman bobs her head up and down along half your pole. As Maya moves up to start sucking at the root of your shaft, Lucoa drops back and slides to the side, both of them licking and working their lips up and down the sides of your shaft, their tongues brushing together. You shudder heavily as you watch them break briefly from working over your cock to kiss each other, their tongues visibly swirling together.\n\nMaya moves to slide her mouth over your cockhead now, eyes peeking up at you almost shyly as she begins bobbing her head. Smiling brightly again, Lucoa rests a hand on the back of the girl's head, gently nudging her forward and guiding her in her motions. "There we go, dear, nice and smooth, keep your motions even, just a liiittle more each time. Don't forget to use your tongue either.. theeere you go. Oh, that's the back of your throat, dear, it's okay," Lucoa adds cheerfully as Maya makes a little quagging noise. "Here, let me help," the dragon continues, before pushing firmly on the back of Maya's head.\n\n"Hgk!" Maya's eyes roll up some as she's pushed all the way down on your cock, her lips pressing around the root of it, her eyes rolling some and her body trembling. You give a gurgling whine, your cock swelling and shuddering in her mouth, but you seem to be being held right on the edge of orgasm, your body trembling as Lucoa keeps Maya held down.\n\n"Before we go any further, I suppose I really should ask what you want of me," Lucoa says brightly, though when her eyes slit open it adds something undeniably wicked to her smile. You notice that there's a faint glow around your balls... she must be the one who's not letting you cum, despite being buried down Maya's throat. "Since you summoned me and all. I could give you [[immense magical power|QOSuc]], enough to do all sorts of things! Or I could grant you [[great wealth|QOSuc]] along with the secrets of crafting precious metals so you'd never run out! Mm, or since I was an agriculture goddess, I could teach you my [[advanced seed-planting techniques|QOSuc]]! Or become your [[familiar|QOLucoa]] and grant you magical abilities and help that way! Or..." Her smile grows even more wicked. "We could just [[do even more fun fooling around|QOSuc1x3]]. Ah, you might want to decide, though, looks like your cute friend is starting to run out of air," she adds, glancing aside at Maya, who's started trembling and rolling her eyes harder, rivulets of arousal running down her inner thighs.

You groan out, thoughts overwhelmed by the feeling of being constantly on the verge of cumming while sheathed in your best friend's throat as she gulps and licks at you. "I wanna cum... I wanna cum a <i>lot</i>, I want it to feel even better...!"\n\nLucoa giggles, and the glow around your balls briefly changes color before disappearing. You gasp loudly as you abruptly begin firing your load down Maya's throat, feeling her suck on you as Lucoa pulls her back, shots of creamy white hitting her tongue and the top of her mouth as she's tugged off with a gasp. Lucoa wraps a hand around your spit-shined shaft and strokes you, milking out more long streamers of jizz to splatter across Maya's face, tits, and even draping in her purple-dyed bangs. \n\n"Hhhha... I... I couldn't breathe, but it felt so good," Maya groans.\n\n"I helped!" Lucoa chirps cheerfully, giggling before she leans back in to start sucking and licking at the side of your shaft again. After a few more moments of panting, Maya leans in to do the same, though this time her hands reach out, squeezing at Lucoa's generous ass and massive tits, hands roaming over the dragon-woman's voluptuous body, while Lucoa's hands similarly roam over the slender teen's, both of them shifting to face more towards each other with your cock between them.\n\nYou shudder at the feel of both of them cooperating to pleasure you, and at the sight of them toying with each other, Maya moaning against your shaft as Lucoa cups her crotch and slides two fingers inside her. You continue to stare down, eyes widening further as your cock gets harder and harder at their attentions... as well as longer and thicker. It's slow but steady, and entirely visible as your cock just gets bigger by the moment, your balls swelling and getting heavier below as well. Both women continue sucking and licking at it, apparently all the more eagerly as it gets bigger and larger, both of them moaning in a combination of apparent dick-lust and their attentions on each other. \n\nEventually your cock is truly immense, jutting forward and throbbing visibly. Smiling, Lucoa nudges you down into lying back, your enlarged shaft flopping at an angle over your stomach and chest, practically dripping pre onto your throat. Lucoa coos softly at the sight, running her hands up and down it, then grinning and snagging Maya's wrist, pulling her around. "Alright, dear, why don't you go first, since you've known him longer?"\n\n"W-what?!" Maya squeaks, nevertheless allowing Lucoa to move her into position, practically straddling your head as her pussy presses against the tip of your immense prick. "There's no way it'll fit now!"\n\n"Oh, don't worry, I'll help! See?" Lucoa says as she grips hold of Maya's waist and pulls her backwards.\n\n"Waaaaiiiiohfuuuuuuuuuuck," Maya groans, her eyes rolling again as her tight pussy smoothly spreads open around you, stretched completely tight around your girth. Her belly almost immediately begins to bulge up with the outline of your prick as it just continues sliding deeper and deeper into her, its progress entirely visible from outside. You grip Maya's shoulders as Lucoa continues pulling her backwards, that bulge sliding completely up her stomach, and then nudging up between her C-cups, until it's almost at the bottom of her throat when her ass finally bumps against your balls. Both of you are trembling hard, you from the feel of hot, nearly impossible tightness wrapped around feet of throbbing, sensitive flesh, and you can only imagine what she's feeling. "Ohfuck, Jamie, you're fucking my entire body," Maya whimpers, starting to buck herself back and forth on your monster of a cock entirely of her own accord.\n\n"A little magic can make anything fit anywhere!" Lucoa says cheerfully, leaning her heavy tits against Maya's back as the teen works her overstretched pussy on top of you, the bulge of your cock sliding back and forth in her belly and between her perky tits. "Does it feel good, cute boy?" At your incoherent gargling noises of pleasure, she giggles. "Oh, it can get better, certainly! Want to see?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck yes.|QOSuc1x4]]\n\n[[It's fine as it is, thank you very much.|QOSuc]]

"Y-yeah," you gasp out. "More, more please!"\n\n"Mhmmmm." Lucoa grins wickedly again, giggling as you gasp out loud at a new, strange, and very pleasurable sensation from your crotch below where Maya is riding you ever more eagerly, pumping about eight inches of your oversized dick in and out of herself. Lucoa reaches down, and your brain struggles to process the feeling of having your cock stroked and caressed... while another cock is already inside a girl.\n\nThe dragon continues stroking your growing and lengthening second cock with her hands, up until it's long enough to wrap her huge tits around it, kneading the full, soft globes around it as it slides further and further up between them. She starts working up and down it, running her tongue over it, slitted eyes fixated on it lustfully. Finally, it's just as immense and girthy as the first one, and Lucoa giggles as she stands and swings over Maya, settling her own pussy at the tip of it, then sliding herself down onto it. She goes on just as smoothly as Maya did, and though she doesn't feel <i>quite</i> as tight, she's several times more wet and hot to make up for it. Her pussy repeatedly squirts as she pushes herself down on it, raining arousal on Maya's back, until she too has it completely sheathed inside, the bulge resting just between and above her massive mammaries.\n\nWrapping her arms around Maya's middle, Lucoa begins bouncing the both of them fast and hard, Maya's teeth gritting and her eyes rolling up in her head at the intensity of the pleasure, her overstretched pussy squeezing and fluttering around your immense prick as she cums repeatedly. Lucoa's massive tits pillow against her back as she hugs against her, the dragon's generous ass slapping your expanded balls.\n\n"Cum... gonna cum," you groan, feeling yourself rising back towards the peak again, not sure how you ever settled down in the first place.\n\n"So soon?" Lucoa coos, still as calm as ever as she licks one of Maya's ears. "But I can make it even better...!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes please!|QOSuc1x5]]\n\n[[You couldn't take it!|QOSuc]]

"Oh fuck, yes, fuck, make it feel even better!" you gasp out, already feeling more pleasure than you ever imagined possible.\n\n"Mmm, alright then!" Lucoa chirps, and you cry out as that sensation from earlier returns. You tremble and shudder as Lucoa grips Maya's arms and then lifts her up about halfway on your cock, then spins her around to face the other way before lowering her back down. The dragon begins kneading Maya's tits, the girl moaning as they swell and grow in Lucoa's hands, both of their bellies rubbing against the pair of new cocks growing between the two you've already got. The new pair continues swelling thicker and bulging longer, pressed together between the two huge-titted women riding you, Maya's breasts soon just as large as Lucoa's. Your new cocks press up between them, their grip on each other holding their tits together and allowing you to do a double titfuck even as their pussies pump over your powerful poles. Maya and Lucoa both lean forward, sucking and slurping at the pre dribbling from your newest massive dicks as if it were mana from heaven.\n\n"That's aboooout all I can do," Lucoa giggles as she plants a tender kiss on the cockhead jutting up out of her tits, making it dribble more clear pre. "Oh, well, I guess there's one more thing... or I could just let you cum finally!"\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to cum!|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Push it to the max!|QOSuc1x6]]

Crazed with lust, you can only groan acquiescence to the idea that Lucoa push your lustful transformation even further. Giggling, she raises her hands, a glow surrounding them. "Alright then, here we go!"\n\nThe sensation felt when extra cocks grew from your crotch returns... but now it's over your entire body. You shudder as your skin turns the same shade of purple as the liquid bubbling in the cauldron, your arms and lets stretching out and growing, wobbling bonelessly as your fingers extend and grow longer as well. More cocks... no, they're longer, wiggling and wobbling instead of stiff... sprout from your stomach and back. Guided by bestial thoughts of lust, you direct them towards Maya and Lucoa as the cocks they're already attending to similarly turn purple and begin to writhe.\n\nMaya gives a cry of shock as cock-tentacles wrap around her arms and legs and lift her up, still speared on the wriggling tendril in her pussy. Lucoa just giggles happily as she's given the same treatment, the sound turning into a moan as you stuff a tentacle past her lips and down her throat, starting to fuck her face eagerly. Maya's eyes roll as you cram another massive tentacle into her ass, her pucker stretching taut around it, a slightly smaller one sliding deep down her throat in a small spurt of spittle. As if in somewhat retribution for having held you off this long, you cram two tentacles into Lucoa's ass at once, the lusty dragon finally giving a squeal of surprise around the phallus down her throat as you start pumping them in and out in chaotic motions.\n\nYou can feel every bit of your tentacles, every part of them that's wrapped around or stuffed inside Maya and Lucoa. You can make new ones at a whim, of whatever lengths or thicknesses you want, which you prove as you make some smaller ones to twine around the girls' breasts, squeezing and kneading them, teasing their stiff nipples with the tips and smearing them with thick, slimy pre. You gradually speed up, thrusting faster and faster, until their bodies are arching and wriggling where you're holding them in midair, Maya and Lucoa both screaming around the tentacles fucking their throats as they cum over and over again, until you finally join them.\n\nGallons of cum are pumped into their pussies, their asses, down their throats, sprayed over their bodies. Maya's eyes roll up completely, a look of utter blankness on her features as her mind no doubt goes white from orgasm, her flat belly swelling steadily as her pale skin is painted with a thick glaze of jizz. Lucoa's expression is pure sluttiness, an utterly wanton pleading for more as her own belly swells up as if she were heavily pregnant, her tits coated with such a thick layer of cum that they're completely whited out, the dripping layer utterly opaque over her generous breasts. You shudder at the sight of them writhing and trembling in the air, completely in your power, completely filled and covered with your seed, before you pass out.\n\nWhen you come to, you sit up groggily, then jolt and stare down at yourself. You look... normal. Well, mostly normal. Your cock, though limp, is about ten inches long. You're clean, though, and a glance around spots Maya passed out nearby, also clean... though her tits are now at least D-cups. She too groans and sits up, and both of you look towards the cauldron, where Lucoa is just finishing climbing in.\n\n"Ah, good, you came around in time for me to say goodbye!" she chirps as she turns towards you and waves. "Sorry, I need to get over to Japan, I just learned a friend of mine is staying there."\n\n"W-wait," you call, reaching out a hand.\n\n"Oh, don't worry, you'll be fine," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "Enjoy your new sex-powers! You'll be able to do the tentacle monster thing whenever you want, it's completely under your control. Girls will love it! Well, they won't be able to help it," she adds thoughtfully, putting her fingertip to her mouth and glancing up. "That's sort of the thing about tentacle monsters, I guess."\n\n"What about me?" Maya asks, hefting her enlarged tits a bit.\n\n"You're fine too! Oh, I do think the 'fit anything' spell I used is permanent! So I guess enjoy being able to fuck an elephant, if you ever decided you wanted to? Bye now!" the dragon adds, before sinking into the cauldron and disappearing.\n\n"... So she just... gives us some sort of sex superpowers and leaves?" Maya asks, standing up and making her way to the cauldron, leaning her hands on the rim and peering in.\n\n"I guess?" You find yourself staring at Maya's bare ass, and the pink of her pussy visible as she leans up and forward some. It still looks as tight and untouched as ever, and you find yourself licking your lips. "You, um... you wanna try it and see?"\n\nMaya freezes in place... and you're pretty sure you see a fresh drop of arousal run down her thigh. Then she clears her throat, settling back to her feet and turning to face you. "I... ... not right now," she huffs, shaking her head. "That was way too intense before, I need some time to process."\n\n<hr>\n[[Okay.|QOSuc]]\n\n[[Fuck her anyway.|QOSuc]]

Probably better not, after all, what if it actually tastes like complete garbage? Besides, you signed up to test these yourself, they might not send you any more (or your pay) if you let anyone else try it. You pop the tab, trying to pay close attention. Yeah, even the smell of it when you open the can is good, that's a nice touch, you think in an overly professional tone as you bring it up to sip.\n\nIt's... cherry soda. You swish it in your mouth... no, hey, there definitely is a little bit of a 'zing'. You're not sure how to qualify it, it's almost like... spicy? Or... sting-y? Not in an unpleasant way but it's a little bit like putting your tongue against a battery. You continue to slowly sip at the can, sitting down in front of the computer to begin typing up your thoughts, and finish draining it in several minutes.\n\nYou're in the midst of trying to figure out how to make the story sound a little more filled-out and clinical in tone when a strange feeling washes over you. At first you think it might be nausea and that you're having a bad reaction to something in the soda, but while you do feel a bit light-headed, it's more like you're suddenly getting hot. Panting, you push back from the desk and stand up, your skin flushing as you start squirming around. In a few moments you can't take it, yanking off your shirt and hurriedly undoing your jeans, shoving them and your underwear down, anything to even momentarily overcome the strange heat suffusing your body. You stagger towards your bed, slumping to lean your hands on it as your muscles begin twitching, your lips pulling back and mouth opening as you feel a strange pressure in your mouth and jaw, that seems to be spreading through the rest of your body and concentrating in certain spots as well.\n\nYour muscles begin to grow, scrawny body turning toned, briefly bulging out before the muscles slender out, taking on a distinctly more feline build. You groan and arch your back, toes sliding along the floor as you try to stretch to alleviate some of the pressure down your spine, which stretches and lengthens as you get taller, as well as starting to sprout a tail from above your ass. Your cock and balls begin to grow where they're dangling down between your legs, your shaft stiffening as it gets longer and thicker. Your flushed skin darkens further, taking on a deep red color all over before it begins to sprout fur. You do your best to muffle a yowl as you feel strange sensations in your face, mostly in your nose and around your eyes, but your tongue is changing shape and texture as well, some of your teeth pushing out further and sharpening. Your fingers tighten in the bedsheets, claws slipping out of the tips of your now fur-covered fingernails and shredding through layers of the cloth, your toe-claws leaving scratches in the floor as they curl as well.\n\nYou writhe and buck in your bent-over position for a few moments more, stiff red cock wobbling beneath your legs as white fur finishes growing over your balls and forming into a ring that comes about half an inch up the base of it. Your tail lashes back and forth a few times, before finally the aching, burning, tingling sensation fades and lets you slump to your knees, panting and trembling, your slender, white-furred chest rising and falling in high-speed breaths.\n\nIt takes a few minutes for you to calm down and stare down at yourself, before you scramble up and head into your bathroom to look in the mirror. You stare... you're a... a cheetah-guy? ... A red cheetah guy. You're covered in fur, white across your face (save for two red streaks across your eyes and down your cheeks), down your neck and chest, and on the insides of your thighs and across your forearms. Otherwise it's bright red, with darker red spots... even your hair is red with spots! You're taller than you were by a fair bit, and with the sort of lean, highly developed runner's build you suppose you'd expect from a humanoid cheetah. Your face is mostly the same, though your nose has changed shape a little to make you look more catlike. Your pointed ears give a twitch and your long tail a lash as you watch, before you look down a little, staring at your jutting, bright red cock. It's... really big. Like over a foot long, at least. It's still human-like in shape (thank goodness, you think you've heard something about cats and spikes), except for what looks like a sheath around the base of it. \n\nThis... seems like a definite side effect!\n\n<hr>\n[[Call for help!|QOHPT]]\n\n[[Just calm down.|QOHPT6x4]]

"Just think about it," you press gently. "Ken's doing well enough in school, he's definitely going to get into a good college, and is likely to get a good government or corporate job. You could stop worrying about if Hinako is going to meet a man who can take care of her in college... in fact, you could probably save on sending her to college, especially if they got married right out of highschool and she settled down to be a housewife."\n\n"That <i>is</i> what I've always wanted for her," Mika allows, nodding a little.\n\nSmiling, you go in for the kill. "Besides, if they get started now, you're likely to be a grandmother sooner rather than later."\n\nThat puts a definite sparkle in her eyes, and Mika quickly hops around a bit to face you more directly. "By God, you're right! It's a perfect opportunity! We could both be grandmothers within the next few years!" She pauses, glancing aside. "Or sooner, I suppose." Then she shrugs. "But that just means Hinako would be able to get started on her housewifing all the sooner! Marei you're brilliant!"\n\nYou can't help but preen a little bit, shifting your shoulders and grinning broadly, before you nod firmly. "It's settled then. Let's get these two together."\n\n"Hm. But how should we do it?" Mika muses, frowning a little as she glances down.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be direct.|Marei3x4]]\n\n[[Try to be subtle.|Marei]]\n\n[[Whatever Mika thinks is best.|Marei]]

That's interesting, you didn't specifically program in this outcome. Curious, you direct the gynoid to bring Slave Gina to the nearest meeting room, and head there ahead of them. Situated just off of the main area, it's basically a small, white room with a pair of couches facing each other, just something you originally included on a whim, if two Bounty Hunters needed to negotiate but not necessarily socialize.\n\nShortly after the door slides open, and the enslaved Gina Diggers walks in, naked save for her glasses and the control collar around her neck. Of course those big, lewd globe-shaped tits jiggle and wobble with every step since they're completely unrestrained, and she comes to a stop in front of you and scowls.\n\n"So the gynoid said you wanted to speak to me," you prompt, smirking at her since that seems to make her even more annoyed, and you admit to enjoying that since she can't do anything about it.\n\n"You told me I should make something 'fun' for you," she replies sourly, shifting her shoulders and causing even more jiggling. "So I did, since I couldn't help it. I've just finished a new weapon for you to use in your horrible little escapades."\n\nNow this is definitely interesting! You told the genius character to make something 'fun' just to rub it in, figuring she might whip out some sex toys or a new TV or whatever. It seems that the collar actually forced her to consider your main source of entertainment... capturing new slaves. "Oh really? Very interesting, what did you make?"\n\n"By studying my sister, I was able to create an energy weapon that causes a similar effect to the magical lycanthropy she has and its process of creating 'thralls' from those bitten. Instead of carrying a specific type of lycanthropy, it activates dormant genes in the target's DNA. It's not a true example of lycanthropy... the subjects lose most of their human mind and they can't change back. But they'll immediately go into heat and imprint on the first person to fuck them, considering them dominant the way thralls do. But then I guess none of that's exactly a drawback for you," she adds in a bitter tone. "I've gone ahead and uploaded the schematics into the weapons fabrication and maintenance network, so it should be available already. I labeled it 'FurRay'," she adds with another jiggle-causing shrug.\n<<set $furrayunlocked to true>>\nOho. So this new weapon will turn targets into mindless, but loyal, anthros... as long as you fuck them after you shoot them, of course. Deeply amused, you tap the control device on your wrist and actually pause the simulation. Utilizing the adaptive programming, you do a bit of on-the-fly expansion, grabbing some resources from elsewhere on the system and building a quick 'nature preserve' style area added onto the hab. Leaving the adaptive programming to finish the rest, you unpause the simulation and consider the scowling Gina thoughtfully.\n\n<hr>\n[[Thank her.|Capture-ThankGinaforFurRay]]\n\n[[Test the FurRay.|Capture-FurRayTest]]

You've barely gone off the beaten path at all, this hardly counts as an adventure even for the suburbs. You step over the stream and head deeper into the forested area.\n\nYou're surprised by how quickly it starts seeming overgrown and densely grown... it's clear at this point you've completely left the maintained section of the park and wandered into the closest you can get to authentic woodlands around here. You're starting to think maybe you should turn back, when you turn around and... actually, which way did you come? You... maybe should have paid a little more attention when you were walking out here. Sighing, you pull out your phone, intending to use it to at least make sure you're headed back towards the park, when, "What the hell do you mean, no GPS signal?" You scowl at the phone, then glance upwards. The foliage overhead isn't <i>that</i> dense, it shouldn't be blocking your signal...\n\nYou're tucking the phone back into your pocket when something strikes you across the back. You yelp and hit the ground hard, wincing in pain at the stinging across your shoulders, then give another short cry more of surprise than pain as an odd-feeling foot presses down on your lower back. You twist around some and look over your shoulder to find a sharp stone spearpoint not too far from your face, held by some sort of... dog man! The species isn't exactly clear, he's just brown and scruffy, but he definitely has a muzzle, perked-up ears, and a glance at the foot that's not on your back shows that it looks like a paw despite his humanoid hands. He's wearing a loincloth and a series of crudely-decorated leather straps across his bare, muscular chest and arms.\n\n"Who trespasses in kobold territory?" he snarls, quite literally since his lip lifts away from his sharp teeth on one side.\n\n"... You're not a kobold," you reply with a blink.\n\n"... Eh? Am too!" he shoots back in a rather offended tone.\n\n"Nah, man, kobolds are little lizard dudes, they're halfling size not people size, they worship dragons, they're not dogs," you assert, shaking your head.\n\n"Ah, see, that's where the problem is," the dogman says with a nod, bringing his spear back and resting the butt on the ground nearby so he can gesture with one hand. "You're thinking of the American version of kobolds, whereas Japanese series generally portray them as humanoid canines."\n\n"But that's bullshit!" you blurt. "My fantasy paths have always been the American style! Hell my library path uses the name of actual Wizards of the Coast 3.5 D&D books even if the content's tweaked for the game, you can't just mix and match stuff like this!"\n\n"Guys do you fucking <i>mind</i>?" Skooma hisses from off to the side where she's sitting in her director's chair.\n\nYou and the dogman both blink, then glance towards the player. "... Sorry," you both chorus, before the kobold quickly aims his spear at your face again and resumes his threatening posture.\n\n"Uh, easy there, buddy," you try, deciding not to try moving anymore while that spear is pointed at your nose. "I didn't mean to trespass in your territory or anything, I just got lost, that's all."\n\n"Lost? What sidhe gets lost?" the kobold snorts... then frowns, reaiming the spear and brushing some hair away from your ear. "You're no sidhe, you're... a human? I didn't know there were even any on this continent!" He narrows his dark eyes, leaning in a bit. "Who are you among your own people, human?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You're, uh... a famous intellectual.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You're definitely a, um, a powerful warrior.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Just someone out on a little adventure, really.|GGDog]]\n\n[[You're just a normal girl, honest!|GGDog]]

You duck easily out of the way of the first swing, slipping around to her side. "Tell you what, I'll take it easy on you," you announce evenly.\n\nYou'll give her this, Ogredrive is actually surprisingly quick at wheeling on you and shifting to short, quick jabs, trying to catch you at close distance. Ah, not just a completely stupid brawler then. In fact as you continue dodging her punches, slipping side-to-side or ducking beneath them, her big red fists whiffing past your twintails or ears or head in general, you notice she's getting faster... not only are her punches coming at you faster and faster, her reaction time to your dodges and pattern are getting better, coinciding with the increased neural activity you can sense in her brain, gradually ramping up as more and more energy fires off. So that's why she's 'Ogredrive'... the more she fights the more overclocked her entire system gets. \n\nDoesn't do her much good when you suddenly go back to flicker-speed and drive your right palm into her stomach. For just a moment the furious flurry of activity all seems to stop, the barest instant of her body going still as it bends slightly, her yellow eyes widening. And then she flies backward, slamming into the wall hard enough to crumple the metal, her bare tits bouncing heavily several times before she comes to a rest.\n\n"Let me guess, 'It's not over'," you remark dryly as she grips the edges of the Ogredrive-shaped indention in the wall and starts to haul herself out.\n\nShe pauses with her mouth already partly open, and the scowl that was already on her face deepens. "I really fucking hate you."\n\n"That won't help you win," you note evenly as she rushes you again, but this time coming in low, using quick hard slashes of her hands, trying to catch you with her claws. Not a bad idea, since you were letting her just barely miss you with those punches a lot of the time. This time you actually respond by tapping your open hands against her wrists or the undersides of her hands, knocking the slashes off course or deflecting them entirely, keeping Ogredrive off-balance as much as anything, waiting for the little red sparks you see flashing in her mind to build up and spill over. And when they do she roars and grabs for your throat with both hands, too enraged to care anymore about how obvious and telegraphed the move is.\n\nYou swat her hands apart, sending them wide and her bent back slightly and off-kilter. You twirl to the side, your twintails flicking through the air, and lightly kick the back of one of her knees, forcing her to drop to both of them. One of your legs swings high in a perfect vertical splits, the crotch of your panties stretching tight over your pussy, before you bring your heel down on the back of her head, sending her chin rocketing to the floor to impact hard enough to dent it. She twitches, obviously stunned, her big red ass jutting up in the air, dark pink pussy framed between powerful legs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Finish the fight.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Start the fucking.|FemPalV]]\n\n[[Admit her value.|FemPalV5x2]]

"DIE, FUCKING FURRY!" you shriek in automatic reaction to the sight of something not human, the sensible part of your brain snapping and reacting purely on unfettered rage against a world you have no control over.\n\n"FUCKING FURFAG GET OUT!" Sandra howls, grabbing up a metal bar from the torn-up bits of the bus.\n\n"REEEEEE IF I HATE FURRIES IT MAKES ME SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE REEEEEEEE!" Sally screams, curling her fingers in clawlike fashion as all three of you rush the offensive creature.\n\nThe mouse-woman's expression goes flat, and she actually rolls her eyes as you come at her. "Greater than, still fighting the war on furries, greater than, in the year of our lord twenty ex-ex," she mutters, before whipping out something that looks like a collapsible baton. She snaps it up, and you feel the rather unique sensation of your head bending to an extreme degree as the metal compresses the rubber making up your form with the force of her swing. Now, you'd think that being made of rubber would insulate you from electric shock, but apparently not since the crackle from the baton has you twitching and lurching, and then dropping to the ground to bounce and wobble as you settle. You can just faintly hear another set of impacts and then the thud of Sandra and Sally getting dropped as well before you lose consciousness. \n\nWhen you come to, you find that your bra and panties have been stripped off, and your arms and legs are bound with what looks like giant rubber bands. You seem to be at the bottom of a large metal cylinder, and you can feel another form pressed up against your back, presumably Sandra or Sally, who also seems to be bound the way you are to judge by her wriggling, her rubber skin squeaking against yours wherever it touches.\n\n"Golly, that wasn't very nice." You look up towards the top of the cylinder, where the mousewoman has leaned forward to look down into it at you. "All I did was say hello."\n\n"Furries are well-known to cause drama," you rebut, lifting your chin.\n\n"But you're the ones that attacked me!"\n\n"Because if we hadn't, you would have started drama!"\n\nThe mousewoman looks towards the reader. "I think we've carried this joke about as far as we can, goodnight folks." Then she looks back down in the cylinder at the lot of you. "Alright, well, since you can't be reasonable and you're obviously a hazard, I guess I'm just gonna hafta use you as raw materials for my latest machine. Admittedly I'd kind of been hoping to get enough rubber together for it," she continues as she lifts a control box and hits a button. "So I guess thanks for being insane."\n\n"What?!" you yelp, with Sandra and Sally similarly voicing other demands. Then you can feel the heat building all around you as the metal floor and walls of the cylinder warm. You struggle and squirm, trying to stretch the rubber band enough to get it off, but it's wound around you too many times and is too tight... and soon you find that it seems to be stuck to you, melted into your surface. You continue to squirm and buck, until you slump against the floor of your prison... only to find your cheek and hair spreading further and further across it, similarly to every bit of you touching the metal. Your blank rubber eyes widen, and you try to lift your head, only for the rubber to stretch gooily before you're pulled back down, your body continuing to slowly, steadily melt against the hot surface.\n\nSurprisingly, melting doesn't hurt at all... actually as the warmth suffuses your body, and you spread out more and more, you feel more of that same pleasurable sensation you were feeling whenever you rub up against something, since you're touching even more of the metal surface. Similarly your rubbing and squirming up against Sandra (wait, how do you know it's Sandra now) is producing lower, squelchier noises, your bodies sticking together more and more, until you're fairly certain your round purple ass and her pert green one have started melting together. You wiggle a bit, but are distracted as you become more and more aware of Sandra... not just her body against yours, but her thoughts, her feelings, the pleasure she's experiencing as the two of you melt together, your bodies losing shape and definition as they spread across the floor and up against the walls of the cylinder. Gradually you become aware of Sally's thoughts as well, since she must be getting melted up against your, uh, her, uh, Sandra's other side, and your orange, no wait, purple, you're the green one, no you mean you're the purple one...\n\nWith your thoughts swirling together and around the other two's, you more and more lose track of which person you originally started as... were you Amanda, or Sally, or Sandra? Either way all three of you are increasingly distracted by the warmth and pleasure suffusing your now gently wobbling liquid forms, like a constant lowkey orgasm that just goes on and on and on, gradually washing away other thoughts and making the confused jumble of your identity even harder to focus on. It doesn't help as you have three different pleasured reactions to three different stimuli as a trio of tubes are lowered into the still separated colors in the vat, making it feel like nine orgasms at once as suction starts and part of you is pulled up and through the hoses. Somehow you're aware not only of being in the vat, but also of being inside each of the tubes, the pleasure of each overlapping with the other, and then magnified again as material from all three tubes is poured into a mold. You can feel that part of you filling up the lines, slowly solidifying again as it cools. And then the mold is opened, the part of you that's now a swirled purple, green, and orange dildo being removed.\n\n"Golly! It did come out really pretty after all!" the mousewoman chirps, stroking her hand over the still-warm but firm and solid surface, sending little shivers of pleasure through all three of your minds and echoing off of each other. "Mmm, still warm. Well, never gonna get a chance like this again!" she chirps as she sheds her coveralls and settles into a chair, slender legs spreading as she brings your dildo-part in to stroke the tip back and forth along her slit, teasing herself into readiness, letting you both feel and see and taste every bit of that moistening pink pussy even as you slosh in the vat, and even more of you is suctioned up and pulled into the tubes, moved toward another mold. So even as you feel that hot, wet tightness gripping you pleasurably as you're slid inside the mousegirl's pussy, you're also cumming from flooding into the shorter, more squat mold, filling it out, SandraAmandaSally's climaxes all rolling over one another and echoing off of each other as you're pumped in and out of that wet, hot tight tunnel and cool inside your mold and tremble in your vat.\n\nEventually the dildo is pulled out and set aside, and the other mold is opened. Your short, broad form is pulled from it, and you have the sensation of cold, slick lube being spread all over that part of yourself, almost completely engulfing that aspect of you, before a pert ass below a long mousetail, and then a puckered asshole, fills that aspect's view. And then you're tasting-feeling-seeing that rosebud spread open around you, being engulfed in the hot darkness of her rear hole even as the part of you that is the dildo can see her bent over, moaning as she presses the butt plug into herself. You feel her ass squeezing and moving around you as she walks back to the chair and settles in, and then the dildo part of you is being slid back inside her as well, both external halves being engulfed in the warm darkness of her body, though one part of you is pumping in and out of her, fucking her even as you're actually completely powerless to move or speak.\n\n"Ohhhhh these are really good," she moans as she pumps you into her cunt, her hips wiggling to work you around inside her ass as well. "Golly, I think I might have found my first really profitable machine!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|CheerForest3xEnd]]

Okay, you kind of have to admit you want to summon the unicorn just to summon the unicorn. You may be one of the top bitches of your school and a powerful dark elf now, but inside you can't help but squeal like a six-year-old as you scoop up the opal figurine in both hands, turning towards the wide empty space in the center of the study. You calm yourself a little bit, then push magic into the figurine, calling, "I summon thee!"\n\nYou wince and jerk your head at the incredibly bright flash of rainbow light from ahead of you. At the sound of an equine snort and a hoof pawing at the floor, you look back and open your eyes... then open them wider. That girlish part of your heart flutters (and maybe some of the more womanly parts of you flutter too) at the sight before you. The unicorn is closer to the size of a Clydesdale, tall and strong-looking, with sleek fur so white it literally glows even in the subdued light of the room (or maybe to your elven senses). Its hooves are made of... it looks like white marble, with thick, curly tufts of hair above them, and its mane and tail are both long, luxurious, and have a thick wave to them, a faint rainbow wash of color flickering across them like the surface of a soap bubble. Its black eyes turn towards you, and it looks like they're filled with starlight... the starlight that glows from the long horn growing from its brow.\n\n"Preeeettyyyyyyyyyyy," you can't help but coo, your eyes sparkling.\n\n"Mmm, yes, indeed," the unicorn replies in a deep, smooth masculine voice, giving his head a toss to shake his mane. (Now that you look... oh boy it's definitely a him. Those heavy hanging balls and sheath are somehow just as beautiful and immaculate as the rest of him, and yet you can't help but have a few decidedly impure thoughts as well.) "My, that's certainly a much nicer greeting than I usually get by the owner of that particular figurine. Much more appropriate."\n\n"Ah... Lauriel probably makes a big show of being unimpressed, huh?" you say, yanking your gaze back to his face.\n\n"She does. It's disgraceful the way she treats me... summoning me up to clip my mane or take shavings of my horn or milk me for my seed, and all the while acting as if she were doing no more than trimming a plant! As if I were nothing more than some... farm beast!" he snaps, thumping a hoof in agitation again.\n\nIt's actually taking you a second to get past the fact that unicorn jizz is apparently a spell component or something, and you quickly shake your head to get back on the same page. "Ah, right. So that's sort of why I called you here. I want to get back at her for the way she's mistreated me... it's not too different from the way she's mistreated you."\n\n"If I could, I would have done it the first time she summoned me," the unicorn says with a gusty sigh. "Unfortunately, she is technically a virgin, and I cannot properly act against her with my considerable magic until she is not."\n\n"Okay, but what about, just like... y'know, stabbing her?" you ask, pointing at your forehead. "I mean, sorry if that's offensive, I don't know if..."\n\nThe unicorn snorts and gives a shake of his head. "No, that is indeed one of the things it's for. Unfortunately any intent to do harm to her is forbidden as well. I have to take my solace in occasionally trodding on her feet by accident. It's happened twice in the century or so she's been mistreating me." Still, from the longing in his voice it's clear he's savored those two times ever since.\n\n"Huh. I get it," you murmur, rubbing your chin. The unicorn can't actually do anything to her as long as she's a virgin. Then a thought strikes you, and you glance up at him in worry.\n\nPerhaps having guessed your thought, he snorts a bit. "You still count. The definition of virginity we unicorns use is very specific. Penis goes in vagina. Everything else doesn't count. You're safe, and have not given me reason to harm you in any event."\n\n"Oh. Thanks," you answer, smiling. Then your smile turns devious. That means the solution to the problem is obvious!\n\n<hr>\n[[You can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow]]\n\n[[He can take Lauriel's virginity.|MeanDrow7x2]]

It kind of annoys you to pay $5000 and then be handed a supposed certificate of authentication signed by a fictional character. You're not going to be able to rest well until you find out if, and just how badly, you've been cheated. You climb into the car and pop open your contacts list.\n\nLet's see, you know a guy named [[Rory|BuddyOct]], his dad owns an extremely successful pawn shop that carries a lot of high-end goods. You wouldn't say you're close friends with Rory, but he seems an okay guy, though you hear a lot of people complaining that his dad is some sort of ripoff artist who pays people less than their items are worth. (Which... you're pretty sure that's how buying stuff you intend to resell works? But people do get really worked up over it.)\n\nThen there's your cousin (though not blood-related, so... step-cousin?) [[Miles|BuddyOct]], who works for a famous TV show, Antiquities Travelogue. You don't know Miles well, but a lot of people seem to trust what they see on that show... after all, it's on a TV network funded by the government, surely you can trust <i>that</i>.

"I'm really, really sorry," you say, shamefaced as you turn back towards them. "Somehow I've misplaced the candy bowl. I really do have it, honest, just I need to find it, and..." You trail off, glancing around helplessly.\n\n"Aw, seriously?" the vampire groans.\n\n"I really am sorry. I mean, I'll go look for it, and if you come back later I'm sure I'll have found it by then, I promise!"\n\n"I dunno if we'll be able to come by again," the other boy says in a slightly grumpy tone. "So I guess we don't get anything."\n\nOh no! You can't bear to put a stain on what must be a kid's favorite holiday! You have to figure out something to do and fast! Quick, give them-\n\n<hr>\n[[-money.|HollyOct1x2]]\n\n[[-a flash of boob.|HollyOct]]

Hm, probably best to go to Hinako's mother. Things are much more likely to go smoothly if she doesn't feel like she's been bypassed and thus decides to shoot your plans in the foot out of sheer contrariness.\n\nOnce Ken has finished and headed out for the day and you've done the dishes, you call up Mika to arrange your little get-together. Best to go in something nice but not too nice, don't want to act like you're trying to show her up when you just made a casual chat date. So you put on one of your nicer pairs of mom jeans and a snug, thin long-sleeved shirt (without much of a scoop in the front) and head down the street.\n\nMika isn't all that unlike yourself, with much the same curves (but obviously less so in the chest), and dark purple hair pulled back in a ponytail, save for some long falls over her shoulders. She welcomes you in, and the two of you settle onto her sofa for tea, chatting amiably about nothing really until Mika finally speaks up. "I get the feeling you didn't just want to come over for tea. Is there something on your mind?"\n\n"Well, I'll get right to the point then," you answer, leaning forward to set your own cup down before straightening up and resting your hands on your thighs. "I think it's high time that Ken had a girlfriend. Especially one that he can look forward to most likely marrying at some point in the future. I think Hinako would be an excellent match for him."\n\n"Hmmm." Mika rubs her chin a bit thoughtfully. "It's true Hinako has never had a boyfriend. And she'll be sixteen soon... only nine years after that and she'll become an old maid unlikely to get married, after all. It would be nice to have her at least start dating, or even arrange a marriage for her." She continues to look thoughtful for a few moments, then lets out a little huff. "But I don't know, Marei."\n\n"Why? Is there something wrong with my Ken?" you answer with a motherly huff of your own.\n\n"No, of course that isn't it. I'm just a little on the fence about the whole idea, I suppose," she hedges, glancing away. "I want to do what's right for Hinako, after all."\n\n<hr>\n[[Point out the benefits.|Marei3x3]]\n\n[[Offer to pay a dowry.|Marei4x1]]\n\n[[Beg.|Marei]]\n\n[[Demand.|Marei]]

Centaurs are pretty close to human, except for the whole "horse lower half" thing, that probably wouldn't raise too many objections. You flip to the section in question, and raise your eyebrows at several rather more graphic illustrations than you'd normally expect from an official product. Sure, they might usually sneak in the occasional flash of monster or statue nipple, but these are bare-breasted female centaurs standing about like it was nothing. My my, they're getting more daring! \n\nThat impression only grows as you continue reading. Apparently centaurs generally prefer to go about as naked as possible, considering clothing and armor a pointless human affectation. Furthermore, apparently because they're a 'mixed' race, sometimes the sexes of the upper human half and equine lower half can be mixed and matched! You snort a little, wondering if some pervy fantasy writer slipped a version of the book they made up in amongst the real ones for a laugh. Still, that might be funny to choose, just to hear everyone call you a pervert and laugh.\n\nApparently each of the different genders has different names they like. May as well start by flipping to the page with the name suggestions you want...\n\n<hr>\n[[Female names.|GGCentaur1x1]]\n\n[[Shemale names.|GGSMCentStart]]

Ah, the most magical night of the year. Some people lose that sense of Christmas eve wonder as they get older, but not you. That feeling of pure joy is wrapped up in shiny paper beneath the decorated tree in your heart, just like it is every year. You've got a nice crackling fire to warm your feet as you sip on your cocoa. A plate of sugar cookies is already sitting on the hearth, and there's a frosty glass of milk sitting in the fridge. (Yes, you're a full-grown adult who owns her own home, and you still leave milk and cookies out for Santa. Suck it!) Tomorrow you'll make the annual commute to Grandma's house, which amusingly enough will indeed take you over a river and through some woods.\n\nEven though you won't be spending Christmas day in your own house, you've of course got it decked out to the gills. The lights outside are numerous without going quite overboard enough to be "tacky", you've got a sprawling little miniature Christmas town set up, and of course there's the tree, glittering and winking with numerous ornaments, both heirlooms and just the ones that tickled you personally. Between your comfy seat and your decorations and the knowledge that it's Christmas Eve, you're wrapped up in a nice little cocoon of seasonal cheer.\n\nYou take another sip of your cocoa and glance over at the ticking clock on your wall. Hm, it is starting to get a little late. Time to make a decision, most likely...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to bed.|HollyXmas5x1]] Santa won't come if you're still awake, after all! Heheh, actually it's mostly that it's late and you've got that drive tomorrow.\n\n[[Stay up!|HollyXmas6x1]] It's one of your favorite nights of the year, enjoy it as long as possible!\n\n[[Get an early start on that drive.|HollyXmas1x1]] After all, if you go now, you can stop for coffee a few times and get there for breakfast instead of lunch.

By the time Doctor Fukher returns, you're being an obedient little slut-slave and sucking off whichever of your slave-mistresses isn't being sucked off by Fiviv at the moment. Beverley takes awhile to be smug, spanking you and slapping your tits and abusing you, which of course you get off on because you're a good little slave who knows her place is to be used and abused.\n\nThe next day she lays the first clutch of Raptarran infiltration soldier eggs, which hatch and grow to maturity in a matter of hours. And like the good little loyal slave you are, you bend over and spread your asscheeks for them on demand, moaning eagerly as they pound your tight rear hole since you're already knocked up. \n\nYour own pregnancy, as well as Fiviv's, progresses quite fast as well, and in only a few days you're twitching and shuddering through an orgasmic birth, your tits immense and so swollen with milk that they're constantly leaking even when not being suckled. Though they grow a bit slower than Raptarrans, still by the end of the day they've matured to late teenagers, the female ones programmed from birth to meekly serve the Raptarrans in whatever capacity they wish, the hermaphrodites similarly programmed to help their Raptarran masters oppress the human race. \n\nYou moan eagerly and buck your hips up and down like a whore, working yourself between the two cocks pumping into you, the one in your pussy one of your hermaphrodite daughters, the one pounding your ass with the pale blue skin and stubby horns that say that her dam was Fiviv. Nearby one of the Earthborn Raptarrans has one of your other daughters bent over a wooden bench, toying with her full tits as it pumps a load of eggs into her pussy. \n\n"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Liz murmurs from where she's standing nearby, stroking her prick. Her belly and tits are swollen as well, belly round with a clutch of Raptarran eggs and nipples dribbling a steady trickle of white. "Our masters making more of themselves. Soon they'll launch a coordinated strike... within the first few minutes, every prominent figure of the Federation and Starbeat on Earth will have a Raptarran cock in their pussy or ass, and our masters will control this world. From there, the rest of the Federation will fall. I hope I get sent offworld to rape aliens. Hm..." She turns and kneels down in front of you. "What do you say to that, sow?"\n\nFor your answer, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out eagerly, your eyes pleading. Liz snickers, and moves to slide her cock over that tongue and down your throat, starting to fuck it just as eagerly as the other two are fucking your lower holes, her egg-swollen belly rubbing your face. The Federation might be doomed, but what does that matter to a breeding sow? You just want to get fucked and make babies, after all.\n\n<b>Fuck Trek</b> end - <i>Fuckpigs on the farm</i>

"I mean, what the heck is there to stare at?" you blurt out after the shortest of pauses. It's incredibly easy, almost relaxing, to let it happen.\n\n"JERK!" she howls, leaping forward and kicking you right in the gut. Oddly enough it's more like an extreme pressure than pain, the same when you smash through the ceiling. And roof. Huh. Probably happened so often that you're just used to it.\n\nYou continue rising higher and higher into the sky, before you level off and just keep going, zooming along like a little redheaded airplane, albeit not under your own power. (The Eric part of you is fairly certain this violates a number of laws of physics, the Ranma part of you is once again just used to this.)\n\nWell here you are again. You need to decide where you want to land pretty quickly, as you've learned from experience, at the sorts of speeds Akane can produce when she's ticked, a second or two can matter.\n\n<hr>\n[[Aim for the street where Ucchan's and the Nekohanten are.|FRanX22x1]]\n\n[[Aim for the woods outside town.|FRanX2x1]]\n\n[[Just let it happen, man.|FRanX1x2]]

Y'know what? You're just gonna ride this one out. Maybe you'll wind up in some other country entirely and never be able to get back to Nerima, that'd show Akane (somehow). Besides, it's sort of relaxing up here, once you get past the whole loss of control and acceleration and scenery whipping by in a blur beneath you thing. Sort of like drifting along on a river, just no water. Or riverbed.\n\nSo you just sort of relax into a vaguely crabwalk-like position and let yourself hurtle through the air. It gets dark fairly quickly... already late in the day, not really noticing the passage of time, or are you actually going that fast? Eh, who cares. Either way, it's full dark by the time you can feel your momentum decaying and that you're starting to gradually descend, starting to tumble end-over-end. You glimpse a gathering of lights and "quaint"-styled buildings that nevertheless all look new and well-lit... a resort town sort of thing?\n\nYou crash in through a large balcony window and thud to the floor, rolling until you catch up against the wall, your legs in the air and the back of your head flat against the floor. ... Nope, still didn't hurt. Geez, you need to examine your life choices. You wiggle back and forth until you can get out of your awkward position by rolling to the side and hopping to your feet, dusting yourself off. You look up to find yourself in the outer room of some really expensive hotel suite (damn rich people), and a guy in a loosened suit who's staring at you (oh, damned rich <i>companies</i> who... put their employees up in nice rooms... okay you've lost the thread on this). "Uh, hey. Sorry about that," you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.\n\n"It's... okay, I guess?" he replies, clearly still deeply confused. Stepping carefully around the broken glass, he walks over to you and looks you up and down. He's a little taller than average, probably early thirties, black hair cut short, black-rimmed glasses. Honestly he seems kinda... generic, like someone said "young Japanese sarariman" and conjured him up. Probably a little more handsome than average or something, but eh. At least between him and some of the signs you saw when you were coming down, you're fairly sure you're still in Japan. Or maybe one of the smaller islands.\n\n"Look, um, about the window..." You look at it, then raise a hand to signal your departure and start for the door.\n\n"Wait, wait!" You almost hurry up before he can demand you pay, before you notice him holding out a small can. It's unlabeled, but the color and size are about right for a canned coffee. "Uh, here... I don't know what happened, but that can't have been fun. Drink this, you'll feel better, it's something my company's working on."\n\n<hr>\n[[Free sustenance! Yes!|FRanX1x3]]\n\n[[Who're you, Alice in Wonderland? No thanks.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

Hey, score, you're pretty sure you haven't had anything to eat or drink all day. You accept the can and pop the tab, guzzling it down without a second thought. It's actually kind of cherry flavored and lightly carbonated, just a bit syrupy too.\n\nYou finish and toss the can over your shoulder before you think that might be sort of rude considering you already smashed the guy's window, door, whatever. Eh, you already did it, why worry about it? Actually, why worry about anything? You feel a sense of relaxation and peace settling over you, making you feel sort of sleepy and vaguely contented at the same time. Your eyelids grow heavy, settling partway down your eyes, your shoulders slumping a bit. You wobble slightly in place and then self-correct, uninterested in going anywhere or doing anything than what you're currently doing (IE just standing there). You don't resist as the guy takes you by the hand and leads you into the next room, where a handful of other similar sararimen are standing or sitting around.\n\n"Hey, guys, found us another test subject for our last night here!"\n\nYou must lose some time between blinks, because quite literally the next thing you know you're on all fours on the bed, settled atop one of the sararimen as he thrusts up into your pussy, another pounding away at your ass and a third pumping his prick past your lips and down your throat. You don't even remember them taking your clothes off! And for some reason you can't really think of why you would have a problem with this, either. You moan and grunt as your ass and pussy are fucked hard, starting to suck on the cock in your mouth more by reflex than anything. Your hips twitch, jerking up and down randomly against the pricks pistoning into your holes.\n\nThe guy fucking your ass reaches forward and grabs your wrists, pulling them back until your arms are at full extension, causing your tits to pillow more heavily against the chest of the guy doing your sopping cunt. That guy slides his hands up and down your thighs, squeezing here and there, obviously enjoying having you buck and writhe around on top of him. The one using your mouth decides to compensate for your lowered head by grabbing your pigtail and yanking back on it, making you give an 'mmf!' before you return to quagging and gulping at his cock as he stuffs it down your throat.\n\nYou're still in that weird, relaxed haze even as getting gangbanged sends several trembling orgasms rushing through your body, so you're not entirely sure how long they're fucking you. But eventually the guys in your mouth and ass pull out and scoot to the sides. The one underneath you lifts you up, guiding you into flipping over. Hey, you go along with it... why not? You brace your hands just under his armputs and set your feet on the bed, letting him guide you down so that his cock pushes into your already well-fucked ass. His hands grip your hips and start urging you to bounce on top of him, leaving your mouth free to moan and gasp this time, your tits bouncing rhythmically as you ride his dick.\n\nThe other two move back in, this time cupping your bouncing tits and closing their mouths over your nipples, sucking hard enough to pull some of the titflesh around them into their mouths. Your moans turn into gasping squeals as they both continue giving your breasts oral attention, one of them cupping your pussy and starting to finger you as you ride the cock in your ass, the other stroking up and down your flat, sweat-slick stomach.\n\nEventually, you're flopped onto your back on one of the beds, and rather than any sort of complex positioning the guys just crawl on top of you and start pumping away, plunging their pricks into your stirred-up pussy until they spill their load into you. One after another they pump into you like some sort of cumdump, and every time you clutch at them, wrapping your arms and legs around them and returning their sloppy kisses like some sort of fuck-addled slut. Whoever's not using you at the moment mills around the room, chatting amiably, smoking and drinking, playing cards as they wait for someone else to finish or their batteries to recharge.\n\nYou blink awake after not noticing when you passed out. You sit up slowly, wincing and putting a hand to your slightly aching head. Your whole body feels grungy and sticky, your hair oily, and there's a weird taste in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you gradually start to remember bits and pieces of what happened, and whip your head around to look for the molesters. But the room is empty, the only sign of them being rumpled sheets, full ashtrays, and a note on one of the end tables held in place by an energy drink can. A bit numbly, you lift the can and read the note.\n\n'Hey, thanks for being a product tester! Maybe we can get in touch with you for some more testing in the future! In the meantime, here's another can of what you had last night... really smashes those inhibitions completely, huh? Room's paid up for two more days, feel free to use it. Enjoy!'\n\nYou sigh and let the note drop, feeling humiliated and used. You feel a little twinge from your nether regions at that, and choose to believe it's just soreness from how thoroughly used they were recently. Head hanging, you get up and head into the bathroom, eager to wash off the remnants of your shame and this female form. You turn the shower to 'near scalding', wait until the water's sending up visible clouds of steam, then step in. Sighing luxuriously, you start rubbing the water over your breasts, feeling the gunk of mostly-dried semen starting to wash away.\n\nYou're halfway through the shower when you notice that you're still cleaning off breasts and curvy hips. Blinking, you look down at yourself, then at the faucet controls, then at the shower head. It's definitely hot water you're standing under... and yet you're still a girl!\n\n<hr>\n[[PANIC!|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Keep your cool!|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Nooooo!" you wail, less in answer and more in utter denial, as you fly off as fast as you can while clutching your head. \n\n"H-hey, wait!" you can hear from behind you, but you're flying too fast and chaotically for Alina to catch up even if she tried.\n\nYou zig-zag about, spiral around, and in general put on what would be a showy display of flying if it were in any way intentional, but it's just an expression of pure panic, thoughtless and instinctive. Before you even realize it you've fled deep into some trees, the branches overhead getting more and more overgrown until it's dark all around you, the only light coming from the glittery red sparkles in your trail and the faint glow of your wings. You flit erratically between two trees, only to yelp as it feels like you've smached straight-on into a net, the world wobbling back and forth as you find yourself abruptly held in place. Grunting, you squirm and wriggle, trying to move your arms, but you're entirely stuck, and all your movements manage to do is get your shirts stuck harder and ride up, baring your newly pert butt and hairless pussy. You can also see just a little bit of a glimmer from the web you're stuck to, though it's practically invisible once you slump and go still.\n\n"Nyeheheheheheh!"\n\nYour eyes widen at that sound, and you raise your head to stair up as a faint vibration runs through the lines you're stuck to. A massive black and purple spider has stepped out onto the web and is slowly making its way towards you, six of its legs slowly moving it across the near-invisible webbing, the other two moving in a motion not unlike a human delightedly wringing its hands. \n\n"Nyeeeheheheheheh!" it continues to giggle fiendishly, your own horrified face faintly reflected in its domelike eyes as it draws steadily closer to you.\n\n<hr>\n[["Help! Somebody help!"|MiniEric6x2]]\n\n[["Calm down, gotta think..."|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Internal screaming intensifies.|MiniEric]]

"Wait, wait!" you yelp as he twists you around and lowers you into an almost bent-over position. "I didn't know! I'm not a fairy!"\n\n"Oh <i>really</i> now?" the bat-winged fairy says with a snort, though he's apparently intrigued enough to stop moving you for the moment, and investigate further. "You certainly look like one of Queen Tania's fairies, with your pretty glowing wings and hair, no tits and hips to speak of, and getting wet like a whore at the very thought of getting fucked, no matter who it is."\n\n"It's a spell! A spell! A fairy cast a spell on me and it did this!" you explain, trying not to whimper, both in humiliation and in arousal because yes, your body very much wants to get fucked, please, even as you desperately shove down the desire.\n\n"Unwillingly? That is quite a tale. Are you some chipmunk, or sparrow, or-"\n\n"Human! I'm a human!"\n\n"... Hm. Human, you say. I've never heard of such a thing." The male fairy goes silent, and for a few moments you hang there in his hands, quivering, partly with fear that he'll just go ahead and rape you and partly with hope for that very same thing. But instead, he finally shifts you and lowers you to your feet. He drags your wrists behind your back, holding them with one hand, until you feel something being wound around them. "Either you're lying, which means you've got a brain in your head unlike the typical fairy of light, or you're telling the truth. Either way, I think the queen will want to see you. Alright, pretty little red thing, fly along with me, and keep in mind... try to escape, and you'll find yourself meeting the same fate as that spider that wanted to make a meal of you."\n\nHe moves around to your side, his loincloth back in place and cock having gone mostly soft (which part of you is disappointed about, making you distinctly annoyed), and grips your upper arm. He lifts into the air, and after a bit of effort you follow, his own wings mostly motionless except for the occasional flick or shift, your own fluttering behind you almost like a bee's. He 'guides' you deeper and deeper into the dark forest, your eyes just barely able to pick out the trees and branches ahead of you... in fact it's pitch black in here, you don't think you should be able to see at all, but you can just manage now. Eventually he urges you lower, and you begin a descent as something comes into view ahead. It's a large clearing, apparently a man-(or fairy-)made one to judge by the large stumps that seem to serve as the foundations for a number of the buildings. It's like a large, rambling old-timey city, built partly out of wood and partly out of stone, buildings somewhat chaotically joined together to form streets and avenues here and there, but also in some places just left open, with the occasional curving ramps leading up to different levels of construction. Your captor seems to be headed for the city, so you can pick out that it's lit almost entirely by torches, braziers, and firepits, its inhabitants coming into clearer view as you get closer and then land at street level.\n\nMost of them seem to be fairies like your captor, with the inaccurate bat wings and pale skin. You continue looking around at them as he lands and starts nudging you forward to walk naked through the streets, seeing them looking back at you with smirks and sneers. Most of them have black hair like he does, many of them scruffy and wild, others with mostly straight or with it done in braids, or mixtures of all three, though some have streaks of other colors here and there, often in the bangs. Their eyes are black too, but there's variation as well... sometimes instead they'll have brightly-colored sclera, or pupils. And like him most of them are attractive and dressed in skimpy outfits that vaguely (or just outright) evoke bondage gear, like leather sling bikinis, or hot pants, corsets, leather straps. You spot a few different inhabitants... fairies with more dragonfly-like wings and brightly-colored hair, or males that look like humanoid animals, but all of these have collars around their necks and are keeping their eyes down as they walk.\n\nYou wince as the jeering and catcalls of the bat-winged fairies escalate to them throwing small berries and other bits of things at you, the refuse splatting against your skin, some of it thrown hard enough to sting. Your captor waves these off, snapping out an almost good-natured, "Quit it, I need to take her to the queen!", but even so the occasional bit of refuse strikes your naked body as you're marched through the streets towards your destination. Which turns out to be a massive structure built on the flat-topped trunk of a tree so large it must have been the size of a mature redwood when it was alive... it would have been big to you normally, now it's positively immense. And what's built on it is a castle, looming and rather sinister. Unlike all the other structures around, it's not a mixture of stone and wood, but almost entirely made of some dark grey rock, carved and smoothed out. The massive doors your captor leads you to have been gilt in dark black metal and swing open ahead of you to reveal a long, torchlit hallway that he forces you down. At the opposite end of it, another set of doors swing open, revealing what's obviously a throne room.\n\nHere the firelight from torches and braziers plays over statues and flickers off the sheen of gold and other precious metals. The whole place is filled with art... either statues of beautiful fairies, or of animal men like the ones you saw outside. The room is a little hazy with the smoke from the fires, the air thick, lending a more sinister aspect to the otherwise beautiful statues as you pass by the rows of them... especially once you realize that no matter what their poses are, whether they're in classical artistic poses, or in the throes of masturbation, jutting out tits to show them off or displaying massive stiff pricks, all of the faces display expressions of abject terror. But your gaze is quickly drawn to the front of the room as you approach.\n\nLounging on a throne that seems to be made of several stone statues of female fairies arranged together is what has to be the queen your captor mentioned. She's fairly youthful looking, to your eyes she couldn't be older than her mid-twenties, with long raven hair, with three braids of pure, pale metallic silver, a thick one in back and two thin ones to go with the long drapes of hair over her shoulders. Much like her subjects she's dressed in black leather, namely a leather collar with two flaps connected by silver rings that fall down over her large breasts. Leather wraps adorn her arms, and her bellybutton is pierced by a chain dangling with little charms. A snug leather belt rides high on her hips, with two very long black flaps of cloth attached to serve as an ankle-length loincloth, as well as high-heeled boots sheathing her legs. Her eyes are metallic silver, but a rainbow of colors plays over them like a soap bubble, and the pair of wings that she stretches out from her back at your approach reminds you more than anything of an old Disney Halloween cartoon that gave you nightmares, the imagery so strong that the bombastic tones of the classical piece the animation was set to play in your head. To either side of her are a pair of female fairies, wearing nothing but swordbelts around their middles and armor covering their legs and arms, otherwise displaying their breasts, nipples pierced by silver rings with tiny spiked chains draped between them, the lips of their pussies pierced and dangling little chains as well. Almost sprawled at her feet are a pair of youngish boy fairies, constantly worshipping her boots with their tongues, slender pricks stiff and constantly welling with pre at the tips as they writhe below her.\n\n"What's this you've brought me, Kyron?" the fairy asks in amusement, folding one leg over the other, forcing the boys to briefly pause before starting to lick different boots than before. "One of my sister's bimbos? I'd have thought you'd either raped her and be done with her or converted her, not drag her here asking for permission like a whelp."\n\n"This one is different, Queen Maab," your captor (Kyron by name, apparently) answers, shoving you forward a few stumbling steps. "She is either smart enough to lie, or something of an anomaly, so I thought it best to bring her to you. When I captured her, she said she wasn't a fairy, but that the spell had been cast on her apparently against her will. She said that up until then, she was human."\n\n"... Human?" Maab's glossy black lips purse, before she shoves her raised foot back and forth, lightly shoving the fairy boys away with it before she rises to her feet. Sweeping down the short flight of broad steps from the throne dais, her tits jiggling beneath the leather flaps, she comes to stand before you, looming head and shoulders taller. "I vaguely recall that word from some of the books taken from Tania. Alright, little red bitch, I'll have you answer a few questions. And know this well... in my domain, everyone is free to lie, cheat, and steal as they like, as long as they do not do it to <i>me</i>. So keep that in mind before you answer. Now, what is your name?"\n\n<hr>\n[["... Eric."|MiniEric6x4]]\n\n[["I, uh, don't remember!"|MiniEric]]

"Hellllp!" you wail, still thrashing around. "Somebody, please, help me!"\n\n"NYEHEHEHEH!" the spider cackles, apparently entertained by your cries as it looms up above you, starting to reach towards you with those two forelegs. Then it abruptly lets out a loud and surprisingly precise "BLARG!", its body shuddering and going stiff, then tilting and tumbling off the webbing like a dropped toy, giving you a brief glimpse of something gleaming and black sticking out of its back before it disappears into the darkness below.\n\n"Well well well. One of the stupid little fairy bitches wandered where she shouldn't and wound up in trouble, didn't she?"\n\nAt that voice from behind you, you manage to twist enough to see who's speaking. Hovering behind and a bit above you is... a male fairy? Except his wings are black and... not precisely like a bat's, but more like some cartoon impression of a bat's wings, more shaped and molded that way than fully articulated. His hair and eyes are both black as well, his muscular chest criss-crossed by a pair of leather straps, matching black bracers fixed around his forearms and around his lower legs, his only other garment a black loincloth draped over a significant bulge. He's just tucking the bow he's holding back beside the quiver on his back, and a shudder of fear runs through you as he pulls out a knife from the sheath attached to one of his chest straps. It's not alleviated much when he flits closer and wraps a hand around your neck, but at least he only cuts open your shirts and a few lines of web, pulling you free but very naked. You squirm and grip his forearm with both hands, resisting the urge to antagonize him by kicking your feet as he turns you around, holding you by the throat now as he flies over to land on a branch.\n\n"Tania's little idiots aren't supposed to come out here, it's your own fault if you do," he continues in an almost bored tone as he continues to hold you up by the throat, his expression cold. "I could have easily enough left you to that spider." Then, slowly, his lip curls up on one side in a smirk, though it brings no real warmth to his expression. "Still, I think I can put you to a bit better use before you meet your fate."\n\nWith that, having resheathed his knife, he reaches down to flick his loincloth aside, revealing his steadily hardening cock. Your eyes widen at the sight of it getting thicker and longer by the second, even as your body grows hot and your new pussy moistens, a few spatters of female arousal falling to strike the bark of the tree. But as he starts to lower you, strong hands gripping your neck and leg to twist you into position, you get a handle on your strange reaction enough to call out.\n\n<hr>\n[["Please, no!"|MiniEric7x1]]\n\n[["Wait, I'm not a fairy!"|MiniEric6x3]]

"Her name was Alina," you growl, scowling darkly. After all, Alina's the one who got you into this mess by not even being able to tell you were a guy. This is all her fault anyway, so she can just deal with any consequences that come of it herself. "Blue hair, yellow clothes."\n\n"Ohhhh, finally you show me some real fire," Maab practically coos, bringing her fingers up to brush her lower lip with a smile. "And it burns around throwing someone else to this wolf pack. My my, I think you might actually have a future here. ... Hm. So you were male before you had that spell cast on you, were you? Kyron." She waits for him to step forward. "Get your sister. Have her lead you to one of the pools of darkness. I want you both to properly cleanse this one."\n\n"Yes, Queen Maab." Kyron turns towards you, and after a moment draws his knife and cuts your hands free. "Come on then, this way," he says, turning and making his way back the way the two of you came. Not seeing that you have much choice, you turn and follow him.\n\n"Um, what's a pool of darkness, and what does she me-"\n\n"Don't prattle, I'll forget you're not one of Tania's bimbos," the tall fairy snorts with a glance at you. Once you've faded sheepishly into silence, though, he explains. "Pools of darkness are an important font of power for us... their location is kept secret, known to only a handful of the queen's mages."\n\n"Oh. People she trusts closely?"\n\nHe lets out a snort at that. "Maab doesn't trust anyone, you'll learn that. But people she knows have enough reasons to not betray her that she can mostly count on them to be wise with their decisions." This time as the two of you exit the castle, he lifts into the air and you follow, flitting about more directly. A few fairies still jeer and start to throw things, but this time Kyron snaps at them to knock it off, and after the first time or two they quit. "But the pools of darkness are one way to change someone into a proper fairy. That's the gift Maab is giving you, she must expect good things."\n\n"O-oh," you answer. "But, I'm already a fairy, right?" Not that you really wanted to be, but. "Will this just change my wings or...?"\n\n"It's more than that. You'll be stronger, more powerful, more... suited... to life here." Kyron descends towards one of the wooden houses, and you follow. He doesn't bother with knocking, instead just shoving the door open and bellowing, "Kona!"\n\n"What?!" comes the snap back as you hesitantly follow Kyron in. The interior looks like a weird cross between a living room and an apothecary's shop (or at least what you assume an apothecary's shop would look like). Cluttered, a bit messy, and there's a long workbench spanning almost all of one wall. Bent over said workbench is a female fairy, the very short black cloth skirt she's wearing riding up to give a complete view of her pale pink pussy and the glittering green jewel at the base of the plug inserted into her pucker. After a few wiggles of her ass she straightens up and turns towards you still holding a few vials, a scowl on her face. Other than the skirt she's wearing a black leather strap around her breasts, and tall black cloth gloves that leave her fingers bare, matched by her black stockings that bare her heels and toes. Curling, rune-like tattoos cover her sides and go all the way up her neck to mark her cheeks, her face pretty but lent a harsh aspect by her dark eyes and the tattoos, her hair past-the-shoulders and scruffy. "I'm busy. Why are you dragging some trash-smeered winged ditz into my lab? Go fuck her somewhere else, I have things to do."\n\n"What you have to do is take us to a pool of darkness," Kyron replies in an amused tone, folding his arms over his muscular chest. "Maab wants this one bathed in it."\n\n"What? Why?" Kona asks, her face blank. Then she shakes her head and interjects before he can get into it. "Y'know what, not now. You wouldn't say anything that stu-... you wouldn't use the Queen's name if it weren't true, you're smarter than that. Fine, fine." She pauses, then eyes you. "But she can't go like that. Just because it's a pool of darkness doesn't mean you can treat it like a septic tank. She needs to wash that crap off. While she does you can explain what the hell this is all about."\n\nKyron glances aside at you, noting calmly, "Up the stairs, on your right. I assume you've the brains to figure out a bathtub."\n\nNodding a little meekly, you turn and make your way up the stairs, the sound of the siblings starting to talk quietly to one another starting up behind you. Deciding you shouldn't wander, you take the door as said and find yourself in a fairly normal, if perhaps slightly antiquated in some ways, bathroom. The tub is a large stand-alone thing made of what looks like copper... actually you can very faintly make out some markings on it, was it a coin at one point? Or maybe a few of them melted together and then shaped into a tub. But there are two handles on the plain metal pipe that leads up to a spout, so you fiddle with them until you figure out which is the hot water and start letting the tub fill. As you straighten up from a check, you take a closer look at the shelf above it with a row of bottles. They all have handwritten paper labels attached to them that don't make it very clear what they do, but maybe they could help you get clean? Or just make the bath nicer, you've already had a rough day and you're not exactly overly enthusiastic about what's apparently ahead.\n\nYou pause, then glance towards the window. Actually, with that in mind... you could try to escape. You've got the time, they won't look for you immediately...!\n\n<hr>\n[[Use the "Super Relax".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Worry Forget".|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Use the "Soap".|MiniEric6x6]]\n\n[[Go out the window.|MiniEric]]

"My name's Eric," you murmur, barely able to resist the urge to cower before this simultaneously sexy and terrifying being.\n\n"Hm. Certainly not a fairy name... it's similar to what the animals of the forest might use, but then I don't typically credit them with a lot of inventiveness either," Maab muses aloud, leaning in almost nose-to-nose with you. Your eyes widen, then you let out a soft, frightened mewl of arousal as one of her hands comes to rest on your stomach and slowly slides down, pointed black nails brushing across your skin with just barely enough pressure not to scratch. "And she hasn't given in to the Fairy Warmth yet either. Generally if it's one of the forest dwellers who wants to become a fairy, they proceed to that right away. And I don't sense any lies... very well, for now, Eric the former human, I'll believe your tale." She slips her hand back up, making you let out a harsh gasp as she briefly pinches one of your nipples roughly, then slides her hand up over your collarbone and shoulder... then rather deliberately pricks the side of your neck with one of her nails. "There. I've negated the Fairy Warmth, since it wasn't settled in yet. Don't want you getting distracted as you tell me your story."\n\nIndeed, as she turns and makes her way back to her throne, you feel your arousal quickly cooling... although without it, she and the throne room are all the more intimidating, leaving you resisting the urge to tremble in place as the light haze of smoke swirls around her and the minute undulations and twists of her wings as she turns and settles back into her seat. This time she lays a hand on the fairy boys' heads, guiding them closer in so that they can lick at her bare inner thighs as she lets her legs splay open, displaying that the cloth falling against her crotch is thin enough to thoroughly outline the lips of her sex. "So? Tell it," she commands, gleaming silver eyes narrowing a little. "The story of how you came to be in this place. And if you leave anything I might find relevant out, or lie to me, you will wish you did not."\n\nSwallowing heavily, and trying to ignore the ominous room, the naked guards, the sex-boys, and Kyron looming behind you, you focus on putting together the tale. Obviously you don't want to tell your entire life story, that would probably just annoy and anger her, so you start with, in brief, you running away from home and deciding to go to an amusement park by bus. You can tell by her frown and the faintest furrowing of her brow that she doesn't know what some of the things you mention are, but she doesn't interrupt you. You continue on to trying out riding a giant animatronic hummingbird ("like... a hummingbird, but it's all... clockwork?... inside", which she thankfully seems to understand, her brow smoothing as she gives a small nod), and how it burst from its moorings and crashed through the building to fly through the air. How everything got larger and larger around you, until it landed on a flower and you could jump off. How you were then found by a fairy, and apparently via a misunderstanding she turned you into both a fairy and a girl.\n\n"And then I panicked and flew off, and hit a spider's web. And then Kyron... um... saved me, I guess?" you add, tossing the male fairy an uncertain glance, since he did in fact do that (for a certain value of "saved").\n\n"I see. An odd tale, but I find some things about it... interesting," Maab admits, the thin lines of her eyebrows arching. "In fact, I think I will want to hear some more about this human world from you, once I have looked for those books. Which means you'll be staying here with me." Her shiny black lips curl, obviously noticing the brief moment of shock and fear on your face. "Oh you are right to be afraid, Little Red, for you have wandered into a den of wolves. But how much fear you should feel is up to you and how valuable you prove to be... and how loyal. We will begin simply. Tell me the name of the fairy who you met." At your blink, she continues, "I'm sure she introduced herself, yes? Friendly little outgoing thing. Tell me her name. Now."\n\n<hr>\n[[No way!|MiniEric]]\n\n[[If you absolutely have to.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Okay.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Gladly!|MiniEric6x5]]

Yeah, using concoctions you're really not sure of the meaning of and purpose for in what's apparently an alchemist's house is probably not a smart idea. Nor is trying to escape from two of the scary queen's apparent elite servants. Pouring out some of the sort of oily stuff into your hands and smearing it over your juice-and-muck-smeared body, you then shut off the water and clamber into the tub, sighing a little as you sink down into it and scrub some of the garbage off of yourself with your hands. Besides, you think as the hot water perks you up a bit, Maab seemed to think highly of you... maybe you could go far here, after you go through this ritual. What was it she said? 'You're free to lie, cheat, and steal, as long as you don't do it to me'? Kind of dangerous, but also the sort of place where you don't exactly need a college education to be successful.\n\nYou pad down the stairs once you're cleaned and dried off, blinking a little at the sight of Kyron and Kona on the couch, Kona up on her knees on it and leaned forward, bobbing her head over her brother's cock. After a few seconds you clear your throat, and she gives a soft 'mmf' as she raises her head and looks over, Kyron looking unfazed by either you catching him getting a blowjob from his sibling or by you interrupting it. "Good, much better," Kona says as she stands up, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her fingertips as Kyron stands up as well, his cock gradually growing soft as he tosses the flap of his loincloth back over it. Kona turns to pick up a belt ringed with vials in little holders and fastens it about her middle. "We're ready, then. Kyron, be extra careful about making sure no one's following us, it will be harder to hide our path when we're flying with a glowbug."\n\n"I will, I will," he replies evenly, beckoning you to follow as they move towards the back of the room. Kona bends down, once again flashing her (now wet) pussy and bejeweled plug at you as she shoves aside a rug and hauls up a trap door. Once you and Kyron have dropped into the cramped wooden tunnel below, Kona flutters partway down and pulls the trap door shut after herself, plunging all of you into a darkness that's lit only briefly by a red glow as your wings give a nervous flutter. Kona takes one of the vials and shakes it, making it glow as brightly as a camp lantern, and briefly hauls on a thin line that's to one side of the trap door before she gestures everyone forward. The tunnel quickly changes from wood to earth, though it's so tightly-packed that it might almost be mistaken for stone, even though in the wan light it doesn't look like clay. It wanders back and forth for awhile, until finally it ends, the ceiling above stone instead of earth. Kyron lifts it up a bit and peers around, then beckons the two of you on as he shoves the rock aside. The three of you emerge into a darkness that seems even blacker than the forest you were in earlier... the lack of light becoming all the more oppressive as Kona gives her vial another shake to shut it off, the dark closing in all around you.\n\n"Alright, let's go. Stay close to us, and don't look anywhere but ahead," she says quietly. "I don't want to go back to Queen Maab and tell her that you were eaten."\n\n'By what?' you almost ask, before deciding you probably really don't want to know. Instead you try to stay as precisely between the two siblings as you can, looking right where you're flying. You can sense more than see the massive, looming old-growth trees ahead of you, often naked branches jutting out towards you like massive claws frozen in mid-swipe. But you do feel like you're being looked at sometimes... there's a palpable sense of something here. Or different things. But they're all hungry. Or starving, even. Starving as they stare at you and quiver in the night, just waiting for you to look at them and acknowledge they exist before they pounce. But mindful of Kona's warning, you just keep looking ahead, doing your best to refuse to admit the things in the dark are there, and by the time Kona shakes her light-vial again you're descending towards an old tree stump. This one has been hollowed out to a ring, and inside is... it's like a hole in the world. While the darkness around you is still oppressive, it at least rolls back like it should in the presence of the light of the liquid in the vial, or the fluttering of your wings. But this stuff... it's just black. Not even like ink... the light of the vial doesn't even reflect off of it as Kona holds the vial out over the surface.\n\n"Here we are."\n\n"I... I have to get in that?"\n\n"Mhm." Kona flashes you a smirk, then plucks another vial off of her belt and offers it to you. "Drink this first, though, and give it a minute. This will prep your body for the pool."\n\nNodding uncertainly, you nevertheless take the vial and unplug it, then drink down the odd colorless liquid inside. It doesn't taste like... anything. You never quite realized water had a distinct taste of its own until you drank something with literally no flavor at all. The very strangeness of feeling something liquid pass over your tongue and be swallowed down your throat with absolutely no other evidence, not even temperature, makes you cough and splutter briefly once you've got it all down, as if your body were rejecting the stuff's existence. You look at the vial, then stare at it as you abruptly become both extremely aware of how the glass feels against your skin, and disconnected from the fingers that are feeling it. You lift your head, trying to focus on Kona and Kyron standing in front of you... all your reactions to them, all the attraction to their bodies, all the fear of their imposing nature and cruelty, all the lust for the casual power they wield, they wash over you like a near-literal wave, and at the same time you're drifting far above the body that's being hit by that wave. You're extremely aware of how hard your nipples are, how wet your pussy is, so hot and eager that it's almost to the edge of orgasm as it is, and yet you've never been more calm and in control in your life.\n\n"Good, looks like it took effect pretty fast," Kona says with a smirk. "Okay, go on."\n\nYou nod, letting your hand open, the vial clattering to the stump and going rolling to the side as you turn towards the pool of darkness. Your first few steps actually see you walking across the surface of it, ripples that are virtually imperceptible due to the lack of reflectivity spreading out from your soles. But your next steps have your feet sinking in, and the further you go out, the more of your body slides below the black liquid, the cold warmth of it gradually swallowing up your legs, rising over your hips, slipping up your middle and over those stiff nipples, and ever more steadily over your head as you fearlessly walk forward into nothing.\n\nYou find yourself drifting, not quite falling and not quite floating, and yet doing a little bit of both. You blink a few times, even though there's nothing to see. You feel different... not quite the strange disconnected extreme awareness of before, you feel much more normal. And yet you realize you should be terrified right now, having walked into blacker-than-black water over your head, but you're not. \n\n<i>Fear is a thing that only happens in the world of the living.</i>\n\n'Oh. Am I dead then?' you think back to the... voice? It's not really a voice, it doesn't really sound like anything... and since it doesn't sound like anything, you can't say whether it's male or female, obviously. It's more like the memory of words you read suddenly being in your head, without the memory of reading those words.\n\n<i>No, but you're in a place beyond life and light. There are many places like this, this one just happens to be mine.</i>\n\n'Who are you?'\n\n<i>Who can say? I might have had a name once, or many. I might have been worshiped by civilizations or I might never have been found at all. That's what it means to be unseeable... without being seen, no one can truly define you. You might be everything, or nothing. Meow.</i>\n\n'... Meow?'\n\n<i>It's a little joke I like, though explaining why is more difficult. But I haven't had one of you in a long time. A human, that is. That is what you are, isn't it?</i>\n\n'I was. You know humans?'\n\n<i>I do, even if these days I mostly have truck with fairies. Fairies are somewhere between humans and me. Things of nature but apart from it as well. Independent observers are important. They help define things. Fairies also help push things forward a little, and it's why it's important to have both kinds of them.</i>\n\n'Both kinds... good and evil?'\n\n<i>Good and evil exist insofar as the independent observers judge them to exist. Like concepts such as 'mercy', 'justice', 'cruelty', and 'kindness', nature makes no real value judgements. What you do either helps you survive or it doesn't. And though all creatures may occasionally act in ways beyond this, it is the independent observers who are slightly apart from nature while existing amongst it that give these acts names. 'Love', 'sacrifice', 'pettiness', 'idleness'. Like humans, fairies think for themselves... but they embody only certain aspects of nature. Yes, to an outside observer, the fairies of the light are good, and the fairies of the dark are evil. No need to quibble over that. But tell me, human, what happens to the forest if trees never die?</i>\n\n'They just keep growing forever, I guess?'\n\n<i>Yes. They get larger and larger. They need ever more nutrients, which they suck out of the soil and draw from the rain. As they get bigger they need ever larger amounts of those nutrients. They begin to choke out the other plant life... grass and bushes do not grow, new trees do not sprout. The animals exist only to subsist on what the trees choose to make themselves, and for their bodies to fall to the floor and become new nutrients for these same monoliths that their ancestors a million years ago fed. If no tree ever dies, the forest never grows in any way but upward. And this does not happen in nature. Lightning strikes, avalanches, bug infestations, boulder falls... a tree can and should die in many ways, and return itself to the forest floor to feed the trees of the future.</i>\n\n'... I think I understand,' you allow after a timeless period spent floating there in silence. 'The fairies of light are like... the nutrients, trying to keep everything alive. The fairies of the dark are the lightning strike.'\n\n<i>Broadly. Life and death, not good and evil. Birth and growth. Death and decay. Both are necessary in nature. The fairies are just a representation of that... the broad meanings of the phases of life, wrapped in form and given the chance to make choices and act on their drives. And so life becomes kind and helpful, and death becomes cruel and greedy.</i>\n\n'They all seem to like sex though,' you point out, recalling your brief interaction with Alina.\n\n<i>Wellllll, that's sort of inevitable when you give something a life of its own and awareness of its own fun bits,</i> the darkness replies, and even though there's no real way for the memory of voiceless words to have a tone, it still seems very amused somehow. <i>But those are all part of the package. Which part do you want?</i>\n\n'Huh?'\n\n<i>You were brought here to be made into a fairy of darkness. If you were meeting me in different circumstances, I could perhaps turn you into a fairy of light, or any fairy at all, or even a human. But right now it's a fairy of darkness, and you can choose what aspect of that you want the most.</i>\n\nYou start to ask what aspects it means, and yet, somehow you know. It's less an answer and more... something you just need to nudge yourself towards...\n\n<hr>\n[[Sex and depravity.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Violence and death.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Cunning and machinations.|MiniEric]]\n\n[[Magic and power.|MiniEric]]

Bargain bin is often the way to go for feeling obliged to buy something. Besides, a place like this, it might be more than just the same three items all jumbled together. You walk over to the tall cardboard box (just big enough to bend over a bit) and start rummaging around, looking through the mixture of loose costume pieces and accessories. \n\nOne of the first things you find of any interest is a purple hooded cape, though it's labeled as an '[[Invisibility Cloak|GGMCE]]'... hm, well, if a cloak is something other than a hooded cape you don't know enough to argue the difference, really. You're kind of surprised by the plain purple color, with a label like that you'd expect it to be all... Harry Potter-y. Seems to be pretty quality though, actually full length if you put it on and not some cheap fabric as thin as a piece of paper like a lot of costume capes.\n\nYou also find a pair of strap-on [[angel wings|GGMCE3x1]] with a clear plastic harness. They're not exactly huge and majestic, but they are decent-looking, with mildly realistic white faux-feathers that don't seem ready to drop off if they're breathed on hard. They could make for at least a couple of mildly ironic or self-deprecating selfies at the very least.\n\nSimilar to those are a pair of shiny blue and gold [[dragon wings|GGMCE]], though they're more plush and squishy. They're a little cutesy for you, but they're even cheaper than the angel wings... and admittedly you think they're kind of neat. And they are pretty close to being cyan blue, so that sort of draws you to them even more.\n\nThere's also a gray T-shirt with black text reading '[[Professional Monster Girl Trainer|GGMCE4x1]]' in a circular logo around the outline of what seems to be a lamia with huge boobs. You know several guys that would probably love this shirt... actually, to be perfectly honest you kind of love this shirt yourself. If you buy it you'll probably keep it, but if you don't you can always tell your friends about it and where they can get it.

Without a word, you step forward and wrap your arms around Dancer's middle. The height difference means you pretty much have to rest your head on her breasts, but you do so without embarrassment, instinctively tucking your head to avoid poking her with your antlers. You can feel a little stiffness of shock at first... but then she relaxes and wraps her strong arms around you as well, squeezing you against her.\n\n"I'll do my best to make you proud," you say quietly, tightening your arms briefly.\n\n"... Good job so far," Dancer says, that powerful voice seeming a little bit thick as she pats your back. After a moment the both of you step back, and Dancer clears her throat. "Alright, let me show you the way home."\n\nThe two of you step out through a door and into the open. The snow is thick on the ground here, but only by an inch or so... you'd expect much worse conditions, especially since it is the North Pole after all. But the cold isn't too bad and the snow is drifting down gently from overhead, where the night sky is lit up more brilliantly than you've ever seen it. You stare up for quite awhile as the two of you walk, then ahead as you notice lights. There are a number of houses in a very loose cluster, with lots of space between them... in fact they only really look clustered at all because there's so much space out here. They look a little odd, and as you get closer, you realize that because they're as wide and long as a decently-sized private ski chalet might be, they're much, much taller, giving them a stretched-out look.\n\n"You must have a lot of questions," Dancer ventures as you start to get closer to one of them that's closer to a mountain than the rest.\n\n"I... guess, but only one comes to mind at the moment," you reply, tilting your head. "I heard Santa call a few of the names I know, but he also called names like 'Hercules', and there was that 'Pounder' guy. I kinda wonder why, well, you and Donner weren't on the team tonight?"\n\n"There are more than eight of us, obviously. Basically a small town's worth at least," Dancer replies as she steps into a break in the snow, a shoveled walk... that largely seems to have been created just by shoveling snow out from a path in front of the house, since it's just packed tundra underneath. "Santa cycles through everyone who's in sleigh shape, except the lead obviously, who's always been Rudy for the last eighty years or so considering his gift that you've inherited. Probably partly what went to his head," she adds in a mutter as she turns the knob and pushes open the door. The interior is simple, but extremely cozy and homey, with a very understated Christmas theming that makes your heart happy as you step in out of the snow. "So you'll probably practice with just about everyone, and Santa will announce the chosen eight in late August or early September so you can all buckle down and study."\n\nYou're not sure what 'studying' for delivering presents on Christmas Eve involves, but you suppose that you'll find out eventually. You stop on the indoor mat and dust some snow off yourself, glancing around. No wonder the ceilings are so heigh... between Dancer's actual height and her antlers, they have to be, especially to give her roughly as much clearance as an average height human would have in a place with tall ceilings. "So where's, um... 'Dad'?" you ask as you shut the door behind you.\n\nDancer pauses on her way towards what looks like the kitchen, then sighs softly and turns towards you and rests her hands on her hips. "Donner is out celebrating with some of his friends, and likely hasn't even heard about the situation with Rudy yet. And I'd advise you not to call him that, until if and when he says he's alright with it," she adds, just a bit of pain in her eyes. Then her eyes warm and she actually smiles some as she says, "Feel free to call me 'Mother', or even 'Mom', if you like, Holly. I don't mind."\n\n"... I guess that old claymation cartoon didn't get everything wrong, huh?" you say quietly as you follow her into the kitchen.\n\n"... Unfortunately no." Dancer's voice is quiet as she opens a cupboard and takes down a pair of foil-wrapped cubes, setting them on the counter as she takes out a pot and rests it on the stove. "Donner... is not always the most understanding male. Rudy's difference, and his failure to fit in with the other boys, they didn't sit well with a big, strong reindeer's reindeer like Donner," she continues as she unwraps the cubes, revealing that they're made of chocolate that she rests in the pot. Keeping her eyes on her task, she waits until after you've taken a seat at the kitchen table before she continues. "So they didn't get on. Never did. Of course, Donner was very proud when Rudy was chosen as team lead... but I suppose that it's in a way unfortunate that the real Rudy wasn't as simple-minded as the darling little creature in that cartoon," Dancer says dryly, shaking her head. \n\nAs she starts stirring the chocolate, she looks over at you. "He saw his father's 'I like you now that you're useful and beloved' hypocrisy for what it was, and never let him... or the others who'd bullied him, forget it." She looks back to the pot, quiet for a moment more, then says, "To be honest, that's probably where things started to go bad. He was a sweet boy, once, even if he was so sad about being bullied. The fact that everyone suddenly flip-flopped and started sucking up to him, and he could see right through it..."\n\n"... Yeah, it's not a shock he'd use the opportunity to rub their faces in it," you murmur quietly.\n\n"Which went over with Donner about like you'd expect," Dancer says, dryly now as she pours the chocolate into a pair of mugs and walks over to set one in front of you, sitting down as well. "Of course in public he was as proud a papa as he could be. In private he found fault with Rudy wherever he could, trying to puncture that ego. Which just made Rudy respond with more ego, and more passive-aggressive bragging about how he'd achieved what his father never had."\n\n"... I promise to try and not let anything go to my head?" you offer quietly after several sips of your hot chocolate.\n\n"Heh. Well, you've had a different life than Rudy, so... maybe this is a way for all of us to start over. Him, you, us." Dancer goes quiet, looking out the window for a long time as the two of you drink in silence. Finally though she sets her cup down. "You probably ought to get to bed, you've had a long day, and Vixen will no doubt be dropping by tomorrow to yap at you. I'll show you to your room."\n\nShe leads you upstairs, to a door that you're surprised to see has a carved plaque reading 'Holly' on it, complete with carved holly vines around it. They can't possibly have worked that fast, so it must be Santa's magic that's responsible. Dancer opens the door and gestures you in, and you step inside to take a look around. It's a lot like you'd expect of a bedroom, with virtually everything made out of pine wood, a dresser, desk, wardrobe, and full-length mirror. You're a bit surprised to see that instead of a bed there's a large pile of loose hay in one corner, but, well, you guess there are some allowances to being a reindeer.\n\n"Goodnight, Holly, get some good sleep," Dancer says as you walk over to take a seat on the hay, bouncing a little to judge how packed it is. "Tomorrow's a rest day, but after that is a big day too."\n\nYou blink and look up at her. "Oh? What day is that?"\n\n"We start getting ready for next Christmas," she answers as she steps back, flicking the light switch off as she closes the door.\n\nYou stare into the darkness for a moment, then laugh quietly to yourself as you undo your bikini bottoms and harness. Of course.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|HollyXmas]]

You feel some anger stirring in you, your nose actually glowing a bit brighter as you stop squirming and square your shoulders. "Now listen here!" you snap back, looking up at the reindeer who just spoke and meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "I may be new, but I am the team lead! I'm not trying to have an ego, but I'm not going to just get... pushed around by you guys either, no matter how much of a rookie I am!"\n\nYou can see most of them bristling (literally), smirks turning to scowls. You take a deep breath and brace yourself as a few of them start to lean in, before a voice from further back says flatly, "Is there a problem here?" The voice is a bit low, but obviously feminine, and from the very first word every single male reindeer freezes, several of them actually widening their eyes in rather obvious fear. Quickly they step back from you, the ring opening up to show a reindeer taller than any of them... and with a more muscular build, despite the fact that a pair of huge furry boobs are propped up and pressed together by her folded arms, the fronts of them covered by a green leather bikini top. Her antlers are particularly impressive, their prongs decorated with a number of what look like small Christmas tree ornaments of snowflakes and bells.\n\n"... No problem, Dancer," one of them says after clearing his throat. "Just, you know, teasing the rookie a bit."\n\n"I see." Dancer slowly makes her way towards him, the ornaments on her horns clinking and ringing softly. All of the other reindeer (except you) quickly go scampering away from him, leaving him frozen in place and looking like he's barely resisting the urge to hunch in on himself as she approaches, standing at least a head taller than him. "Teasing."\n\n"Just a little teasing," he says quietly, trying for a sheepish smile though it shakes a bit.\n\n"Because you know how I feel about <i>bullying</i>," Dancer says evenly, though the emphasis she puts on that word makes him flinch. "Don't you, Pounder?"\n\n"... yes ma'am..." Pounder replies faintly, giving a tiny nod, as if afraid any more motion would draw reprisal.\n\n"Good. Keep it in mind," she continues, briefly raising her gaze to where the others are clustered, all of them nodding emphatically to show that they understand she's talking to all of them. You almost shrink a bit yourself as her intense gaze turns to you, though she straightens up and seems to deliberately relax her shoulders, hands moving to rest on her toned, furry hips. "Holly?"\n\n"Um, yes ma'am."\n\n"I'm Dancer. Come with me." She turns around, displaying an equally toned if still somewhat generous rear in her green leather bikini bottoms, heading for a door on the other side of the hangar. With one last glance at the others, you hurry after her. "Santa called ahead and told me about the situation," she continues as the two of you start walking along a long, warm wooden hallway. "I'm Rudy's mother."\n\n"... Oh," you acknowledge a little quietly. "... Um. I'm sorry," you add, since you're not really sure what else to say in the face of that.\n\n"It's fine," she replies evenly, though letting out a gusty sigh. "Rudy obviously hadn't been happy for awhile, though he acted smug enough for three reindeer. They seem so different, but in the end he's his father's son," she adds, rolling her eyes a little. "Or was. Now we have you."\n\n"... Um?" you stop in place, staring at her until she stops as well and turns to face you. "Me?"\n\n"Yes. Santa told you he switched you and Rudy's roles in the world, right?" At your slow nod, Dancer continues. "Well that means you're Holly the Red-" She briefly flicks her eyes down to your chest before focusing them back on your face. "-Nosed Reindeer. He was the son of Dancer and Donner, so now you're the daughter of Dancer and Donner. It's our job to look after you and hopefully raise you up into a proper reindeer capable of being a role model to the ones to come after." She hesitates, then sighs and raises a hand to rub at the side of her neck. "And hopefully do a better job than we were doing with Rudy. I don't know where we went wrong, really." She shakes her head, eyes closing briefly before she continues. "But. If you can't stomach that, then we can find you a place in the reindeer dorms to stay, and it can be strictly business between us."\n\n<hr>\n[["That... seems for the best."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Hug your mom.|HollyXmas10x6]]

"Strong," you say a bit dazedly, staring right at those washboard abs.\n\nThe orc woman stares at you for a moment more... before slowly her lips curl upward in a wolfish grin, showing off a lot of white teeth (some of which look to have been sharpened) and a bit more of the two short tusks jutting up from her lower jaw. Before you can really react she reaches down and grabs you by the shoulder, hauling you up... and setting you on your feet again.\n\n"For a pinky you sure know what ta say ta a girl," she declares in a fairly deep voice, before letting out a short bark of laughter. "Just what you doing out here, pinky?"\n\nSeveral lies occur to you, but you're still a little dazed by the sudden turn this has taken and can't really manage anything but the truth. "I wanted to explore the ruins, but I alerted the orcs and then they were all over me, so I've been running all night."\n\nShe lifts her brows again, then lets out a snort. "Fukkit then, the menfolk won't be pissed if you don't escape. C'mon then, this way. Ah wait... gimme that there," she says, reaching over to snatch the cloth out of your hand.\n\nYou blink as she folds it, but decide not to resist as she ties it into a blindfold. A large, strong hand folds around your now empty one, and you're tugged forward. "Where are you taking me?"\n\n"Home," she replies with another chuckle. "Don't worry, pinky, you're not gonna wind up in the pot, we've got more flavorful stuff than you already stored up. I'mma get ya safe, fed, and bunked down, 'cause plenty of us'll have a hoot imaginin' Big Poppa turnin' brown with fury over not bein' able ta find ya."\n\nO... kay. It sounds like you may have discovered your enemy's enemy, and they're turning out to be marginally friendly. "Ah... I'm Eric."\n\n"Are ya? Alright then, pinky, I'm Lun. Now watch yer step... ah, right, y'can't, rock in front of ya."\n\nWith your eyes covered, you're a bit more aware of the sound and smell of the woman next to you. It's definitely... thicker... than other girls you've smelled before. There's sweat and something musky and just almost rank, but also a little bit... sweet, or maybe spicy? It's hard to say, especially since you're smelling a lot of your own sweat (and you think a bit of blood) at this point. Lun continues to give you other various instructions as you head along, and you can eventually hear a few quiet sounds of what must be a camp... fires crackling, people moving around, even a few murmurs and calls that Lun just answers with grunts. There's the sound of something being moved, and Lun's order to duck as you walk ahead, before she tugs you to a halt and pulls the blindfold off. You blink, but at least you're not blinded... it's mostly dark in here too. Some sort of tent, or tipi more like it, with a mismatched patchwork of cloth and hide sewn together and early morning sunlight seeping in through the seams. There's not a lot of room in here for more than a small pile of belongings including a waterskin and a pile of straw.\n\n"There's some jerky in the bags if ya don't have anything on ya. Get a bite and a drink and some sleep, pinky," Lun declares before stepping back out.\n\nYou're left standing there coming to grips with the fact that you've been rescued... or is it taken captive by someone else? Well, you're not exactly eager to find out just this moment, you're exhausted. You sit down and almost reach for the bag next to the waterskin, then hesitate. From the state of this tent and Lun's clothing and weapons, you get the sense that whoever they are, they don't exactly have a ton to spare. Digging out some jerky of your own and your own waterskin from your pouch of holding, you rather mechanically force yourself to eat and drink before flopping over onto the straw and passing out.\n\nWhen you come to, you don't feel a lot better than when you went to sleep, in part because your scratches from before are now itching. Doing your best to ignore them, you sit up and look around, then after a moment of waiting decide to try going outside. You push aside the flap, standing and stepping out as you do, blinking in the late afternoon sunlight.\n\nAs you thought, you seem to be in the middle of a camp, and a fair-sized one too, albeit not any of the tents or structures you can see are any more grand than the one you spent the morning in. Everyone here seems to be an orc woman, from around your own age (albeit all taller and more muscular than you), to a handful who have streaks of grey in their black hair (albeit still as toned and firm as Lun herself). There are about a dozen in immediate view, either resting or working on things like crude arrows or scraping hides, or tending the fires. Most of them are dressed in simple cloth stuff like Lun was, though some lack tops and others lack bottoms, and a few are even going around completely naked, showing off taut, oily green skin in the warm afternoon sun. You blush a little, trying not to stare, and at the same time not sure where else to look. You've definitely been taken to an orc camp... the female orc camp? Didn't Lun say something about 'the menfolk' almost like they were a whole separate... tribe, or something?\n\n... Speaking of Lun, maybe you ought to find her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go looking on your own.|EricMF]]\n\n[[Go ask.|EricMF3x5]]

As you finally start catching your breath, you take a few deeper ones, then let one out in a long rush. ... No, this is your own fault. You untied Rudy and let him go running off. You almost ruined Christmas. Santa was right... since you're the one who created the problem, it's up to you to solve it. And you can't just sulk your way through it... this is Christmas! You have to do the best job you can! You straighten your back and square your shoulders, leaving your tits jutting out proudly once again and shining their near-literal headlights into the night. You'll show them who can... reindeer!\n\nWhen Santa emerges from the chimney and returns to his sleigh, he snags the reins and gives them a shake. "On Pounder, on Bruiser, on Holly!" This time at the sound of your name you immediately burst into a sprint for the edge of the roof, feeling the harness yank taut on you much faster and more firmly than before. You noticed there was a shaky little drop the last time as you ran off the edge, so this time you shove upwards as you get to the corner of the roof, launching yourself up already at an angle and pulling everyone up and away. This time there are no whipcracks striking your ass, but because you're kind of anticipating them you notice a faint tug on the leather straps attached to your harness. Letting yourself be turned by them, you bank around, heading for a set of low clouds in the distance. The light from your nose (and nipples) luckily cuts through the murk of the clouds, and you're able to show the team the way through them, and down through the cold blowing winds to the next roof.\n\nOver the night you keep trying your best, paying attention to what works and what doesn't. It's tiring, but you get the feeling that you're doing a good job at least, to judge by the way Santa seems peppier as he hops off the sleigh to do his deliveries as the night goes on. You almost jump when you get a pat on the shoulder while he's in a house, and turn a bit to see one of the reindeer behind you offering you one of those waterskins like you've seen in fantasy movies. Nodding gratefully, you accept it and pop it open, downing a goodly amount of... apple cider? Oh, well, still, cold and quenching and it helps. You pass it back after a moment, shoring yourself up as Santa returns.\n\nAfter a dozen or so more deliveries (at least it seems like, they all seem to blur together), Santa emerges from the chimney, but rather than going back to the sleigh, instead approaches you. "Well! We're almost done for the night, but I must say, Holly, you've done an amazing job! You may have originally wound up guiding my sleigh by making a problem, but you improved more in one night than Rudy did in a decade! I daresay in a few more Christmases you'd be doing a better job than he ever did! Which is why I'd like to offer you that chance!"\n\n"I... what?" you ask, blinking.\n\n"Yes, why don't you take over the role of lead reindeer permanently? Rudy clearly hasn't been happy with it for some time now, so I'll trade his role for yours. What do you say? Not only a truly rewarding vocation... helping make Christmas happen... but you'll get to live at the North Pole, where it's Christmas Eve every day! Oh, and immortality, you'll get that too," he adds a bit absently. "But there are many, many benefits to being one of my reindeer besides that! So what do you say? Holly, with your nips so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight? And every Christmas after?" he adds, offering you one mittened hand.\n\nYour head spins a little. You're being offered the chance for a holiday nut like you's dream... living a life to make a holiday happen! And... giving up your normal life to be a reindeer girl, who hauls a sleigh around practically in the altogether. It's hard work, but... you think of all the children that got presents because you were here, and... oh gosh, what do you do?\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept.|HollyXmas10x4]]\n\n[[Refuse.|HollyXmas]]

Your eyes actually start to wander down towards his crotch just to see what might be involved, before you yank your head back up and blurt, "No, we can't!" Clearing your throat, you step back and tug a few times at your clothes to make sure everything's in order. "I mean, we can't just leave Santa in the chimney, we have to get him out right away!"\n\n"Boring," Rudy huffs, shaking his head. "Sorry, gorgeous, I haven't gotten any human pussy in about fifty years, I'm not missing out on a perfectly good chance now," he announces, turning and walking to the edge of the roof.\n\n"What?! Hey, wait!" you squeak, reaching out towards him.\n\n"Bye~!" he calls, just before leaping into the air and soaring off, leaving a trail of twinkling sparkles in the air behind him, a surprisingly bright swath of red light proceeding him. \n\nYou stare after the departed reindeer with a slack jaw, before turning to look at the other eight, who all shrug in near-unison. Apparently they're not at all surprised, and not particularly inclined to be helpful. While you're still furiously trying to think of what to do, you hear a sudden <i>pop</i>, and jump a little as Santa suddenly lands on the rooftop beside you. "Hoo! Been awhile since I got stuck, I almost forgot that little trick!" he chuckles cheerfully, patting his belly. "Oh my! Merry Christmas, Holly, I..." Santa trails off at your horrified expression, then slowly turns his head to look towards his sleigh... which is missing its lead reindeer. He turns back to look at you, his naturally jolly face now stern. "Holly, what did you do?"\n\n"U-um, well, Rudy said... he said if I untied you, he'd help me get you free," you answer sheepishly, squirming in place. "... but he just ran off..." you add, deciding not to add his stated reason why.\n\nSanta lets out a long huff. "Well of course he did. He was such a sweet little boy when he first started out, but look at him, just a mere eighty years later and he's turned into quite the rebellious teenager."\n\n"I'm sorry, Santa," you whimper. "Will... will you be able to call him back, or go on without him, or...?"\n\n"There are several very obscured areas I have to pass through to complete my deliveries," Santa announces gravely. "But Rudy will have flown off wherever he likes by now, and I don't have the time to track him down. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist you replace him."\n\n"... Buh?" you murmur, your brain just refusing to process that comment.\n\n"I try to be understanding, especially at Christmas, but in this case the need is great. As the person who caused this issue, it simply makes sense that you be the one to rectify it, so I'm afraid I'll have to insist," Santa explains, clapping his mittened hands together.\n\nYou draw back a little, then yelp and cover yourself with your hands as your clothes abruptly disappear, leaving you standing naked on the rooftop. Then you're overcome with the urge to squirm as a strange, soft, ticklish sensation runs all through your body. You look down at yourself, your eyes widening as you watch creamy fur sprouting from your front, darkening to the color of lightly-baked gingerbread as it moves to your sides. "H-hey!" you protest, then mmf as you feel a strange pressure in your face and at the top of your head. You pull your hands up, leaving your newly fuzzy crotch and tits bare as you reach up to touch your face, feeling it press out into the same sort of short muzzle that leaves the other reindeer with such a humanish expression, although yours does feel more slender and tapered. At the growing weight atop your head, you reach up to feel the velvety antlers pushing out from amidst your hair. A bright light starts up in front of your face, and you're unable to help crossing your eyes as your newly velvety and largely flat nose starts glowing brightly. Then you feel a fullness and tingling lower down and lower your head, staring as your nipples puff up, areola growing thicker and plumper, and starting to glow bright red too. You can even see some red light shining out from amidst the cream-colored fur now covering your crotch!\n\nFrom nowhere a pair of red bikini bottoms appears and wraps around said crotch, leather side-ties making them skimpier than the ones the boys are wearing magically knotting themselves high on your hips. You let out a rather reindeer-ish snort of shock as a jingle-bell harness wraps itself around your chest as well, crossing between your tits in an X, hefting them up high and jutting them out rather proudly. You give another yelp as the leather ties from the sleigh rise up, wiggling in the air a bit like snakes before they dart forward and attach to the back of the harness, hauling you back into place. You're still standing there, a little numb with shock at your transformation into a reindeer-girl, as Santa moves back to climb into the sleigh.\n\n"Alright! Now, we're already a bit behind schedule, so let's see if we can make up some time! On Comet, on Hercules, on Holly!"\n\nYou shift nervously, glancing over your shoulder, wondering if it's too much to ask for that you can at least get like a Christmas-themed leather bikini top or something. "... um...?"\n\nSanta heaves another sigh. "Oh dear. I haven't had to use this in quite awhile, but I suppose with an utter newbie on the team there's not much help for it." You see him rummage for something in the sleigh, and come up with it a bit out of sight. Then there's a crack, and you yelp loudly as the tip of a whip impacts neatly on one of your asscheeks, just where the bottoms aren't covering it. "ON HOLLY!"\n\nYou take off running, really more out of pure instinct than anything else, feeling the straps from the sleigh go tight and the weight on the harness at your chest. The harness doesn't do much to provide real support, though, your big furry tits jiggling and bouncing, their glowing red nipples swinging merrily as you go hurtling off the edge of the roof, and as much to your surprise as anything else, go soaring into the sky. You squeak as the tip of the whip impacts on your ass again, your buttock flexing as you twist around, instinctively moving to turn the sleigh and guide it on the path Santa wants. Several more times along the flight, that whip goes whistling through the air and cracks you on the ass, making you obey its subtle commands without question, feeling the cold wind whistling across your fur, stroking your bare body and breasts. Luckily it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, despite your lack of coverage... in fact your nipples feel warm, the snow doing little but making them feel damp... as if you constantly had a pair of mouths wrapped gently around them about to begin suckling and licking. Getting your ass whipped, having your nipples stimulated as your tits jiggle all around without discomfort... you wonder if anyone can see that you're blushing under this fur?\n\nEventually the whipcracks guide you down towards a rooftop, which stretches and elongates to become a proper runway as you come in for a landing. You slump a little, huffing and panting as Santa dismounts from the sleigh. He pats you on the shoulder in passing. "There there, you've done well so far. Even Rudy's first landing was a bit rougher than that." Then he hops up the chimney and dives down it without another word.\n\nYou can feel all the other reindeer staring at you... well, maybe leering at you, you think, straightening up and folding your arms across your bare tits, resisting the urge squirm in embarrassment and thus shake your ass (especially since it's still stinging a little from a few of those whipcracks). This is so embarrassing, and humiliating, not to mention hard work! While you don't seem to be getting any sort of frostbite, or soreness from your tits being unrestrained and bouncing, you definitely feel the exertion from running through the sky, and it is cold... not to mention the stimulation from your (glowing) nipples, and the inside of the bikini bottoms rubbing against your pussy as you move. No wonder Rudy ran off!\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to just get through it.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to escape.|HollyXmas]]\n\n[[Try to do the best you can.|HollyXmas10x3]]

"Uh, how about I just untie one of you? Like you? Then we can get Santa out together," you suggest. "I mean, I don't... want to hold him up having to redo everyone's tether, right?"\n\n"Hm, well, guess that makes sense," Rudy agrees so easily that you can't help but be a little suspicious. But he just smiles winningly and turns to show you the back of his harness again. "So, if you would...?"\n\nNodding a little uncertainly, you step forward and reach up to the harness. The leather straps are surprisingly soft and supple, and really it only takes a few tugs before they're slipping off. Rudy immediately stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders, though, as if a weight had been taken off of him. "Mmmm! Thanks a ton, gorgeous, it's always a rare treat to get to do a bit of walking about on Christmas night."\n\n"I'm glad you're enjoying it," you reply, trying for neutral but unable to help smiling a bit. "Well, let's get Santa out," you note, turning to walk towards the chimney... only to squeak and jump as Rudy's hand slips out to give one of your asscheeks a firm, obviously deliberate squeeze. Blushing furiously, you whirl around, to find him standing very close and giving you that charming smile. You swallow hard, suddenly remembering one of the reasons those former boyfriends were so often successful at talking you out of your panties no matter how annoyed you were... they were all really hot, and you can't help but find smug grins sexy. Rudy may be a bit, ah, different from the rest due to being taller, having antlers, and covered in fur, but he's still really handsome, really sexy, practically naked, and giving you a truly smug grin that has your pussy almost dripping already.\n\n"C'mon, what's the rush? We've got plenty of time," he practically purrs, reaching out his hands to rest them on your hips and rub slowly. "Tell you what, why don't we have a little Christmas quickie? Just you and me... well, and I guess the other eight watching, but don't mind them," Rudy asks with a quick glance at the chuckling team still tied to the sleigh. He looks back at you, big dark eyes gleaming as he looks into your own. "Once in a lifetime chance, a sweet little secret that will be all yours for the rest of your life."\n\n<hr>\n[["... yeah okay..."|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... how about just a blowjob?"|HollyXmas]]\n\n[["... We can't!"|HollyXmas10x2]]

"I want you," you moan softly in his ear, and you feel his cock give a throb against yours in response. He tosses off the covers and pushes you onto your back, moving his body on top of yours and kissing you, hands stroking along your sides.\n\nUnfortunately, moments later, you hear a loud gasp that sends you both scrambling for opposite ends of the bed. You stare in shock and horror at Kevin's mother standing in the doorway, her mouth open as she stares in... well, probably shock and horror. Then her mouth closes and thins into a scowl, and she stabs a finger towards the floor in front of her. "Here, now." Both of you hurry over, adopting near-identical shamed stances with heads lowered and both hands covering your cocks. She looks you both up and down, then demands, "And how long has this been going on?"\n\n"Uh... just last night," Kevin mutters, since your vocal cords aren't unparalyzed yet. "I mean it just kinda... happened."\n\n"I see." The blonde woman stares for a moment more, then lets out a sigh. "Well. If that's the way it is, I guess there's no helping it. Which one of you is the girl?"\n\n"Uh, what?" you blurt, that finally managing to spur you to speech.\n\nKevin's mother stares at you again, though this time it's a 'How can you not know this?' stare. "One of you obviously has to be the girl," she says again, as if it were utterly obvious. "Now, you two are lucky Kevin's father and sister are out this morning, they might not be as understanding as I am about this, but I want to know who the girl is right now."\n\nYou cast Kevin a quick, desperate 'wtf is she talking about?' glance, which he just replies to with a 'dude my mom is crazy' eyeroll. You look back at her, seeing that she's obviously not going to take 'Neither' or 'It's not like that' for an answer.\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm the girl."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["Kevin's the girl."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]\n\n[["We both are."|QOKevPornPlaceholder]]

After a moment you shake your head and resume walking. In the end that seems more like just your standard haggling and outraged customer than anything else. That's not something you'd normally involve yourself in, so best to continue that trend. \n\nAs you continue walking along you eventually find yourself approaching the gate where you entered. Well, you suppose it's not surprising that you kind of wound up following landmarks that seemed a little familiar, and since you've only really been from this gate to the church other than your wanderings, it makes sense you'd wind up back here. As you approach, it sounds like there are two people talking... all male, from the sound of it, though there are two rougher and one a bit more soft.\n\n"But I've made this pilgrimage every year and it's never cost so much! I'm supposed to get a message from the city council if they raise rates and fees like that!"\n\n"Well it's a brand new tax," one of the guards says, with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "One for gate maintenance. We need to keep the gate in good condition, right?"\n\n"You look plump enough and richly-dressed enough, surely you can afford it, right?" Both the guards let out a bark of laughter as the man (who really does look quite well-attired, and there's a carriage nearby that looks expensive) flushes red. "What's the matter? Afraid you won't be able to afford a sixth helping of dessert?"\n\n"I am just coming to renew the vows of my religion, this is intolerable!"\n\n"Please, you're applying for a worshiper's permit but I bet you're coming in to sell. You're lucky we don't report you or have you banned outright, you sweaty little goblin. Now pay or run along!" one of the guards adds, jerking his body slightly towards the man and making him jump.\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk1x15]]\n\n[[Move along.|GGMonk]]

Okay, for having accidentally gotten knocked up, obviously you'd want to go to a doctor... when you go through nine months of pregnancy in the two hours after getting knocked up, which occurred in the basement of a supposedly haunted house in front of a demonic altar, maybe it's time to get the Lord involved, you have to admit. Wincing a little, you push off of the fence and waddle your way towards the church a few blocks down, puffing and gripping your swollen stomach.\n\nYou're a little surprised to see that not only are the front doors open at 5:30 AM, but someone's already inside. You're actually not sure what denomination this place is, but the man standing in front of the cross at the front is a fairly young, good-looking guy with short brown hair, wearing a white collar and a black hybrid coat/robe... honestly he's dressed a little bit like Neo or something. When he turns and walks towards you, a lifetime of the internet has conditioned you to expect at best pity, at worst a fire and brimstone lecture about how you're a whore and going straight to Hell any second now. Instead he just gives a gentle smile. "Good morning, child, how may I help you?"\n\nYou open your mouth to speak, then shudder as a rush of pleasure runs through you, a thought springing full-formed and slamming through your brain. 'Suck his cock.' You quiver a little at the strength of it, not unlike how it felt last night just before you did the same to Jack. 'Suck his cock, he probably has a big, thick cock that would feel so good in your mouth, it would taste so good, suck his cock, suck his cock, suck his cock...'\n\n<hr>\n[[Suck his cock.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Control yourself.|GGHH14x4]]

Holy crap, you have to get to someone who can do something about this! Struggling to your feet, you almost topple over with the shift in weight, but manage to stand. You briefly consider trying to find something to cover yourself, but you're pretty sure even the largest of your hoodies is still too small to stretch entirely over your... pregnant... belly. All you can do is shift your jeans enough to manage to button them in a lower position on your hips, then waddle out the door, still doing your best not to make noise despite having to lean on the wall.\n\nYou struggle out the door and down the sidewalk before you realize that you don't really know where you're going. Who exactly could you get help from?! You pause to lean against a fence, huffing, making yourself think. Okay, first of all, there's [[your family doctor|GGHH]]... that's who you'd go to about a pregnancy, right? Though this is... definitely not a normal pregnancy. Actually considering how it happened and how fast it happened, maybe a more metaphysical solution is necessary, like going to a [[church|GGHH14x3]]. Not exactly your usual thing, but maybe a leap of faith is kind of necessary here.\n\nThe only other thing you can think of is the other half of this equation, [[Jack|GGHH]]. Obviously he's (part of) how you got into this situation, he should have to do something to help, right?

You really, really, really need someone to help with this. You pray fervently for help, worrying your lower lip with your teeth and keeping your head bowed as you can feel the sun starting to warm you through the window.\n\nThen you raise your head and blink as a strange energy fills the air. The rising sun has come up enough that the entire cross is backlit by it, the window glittering and shining with its designs. In the fall of light around the cross, there's a brighter set of lights coalescing, little glittering sparkles of pure white that all draw together, and then 'burst' outward into a slender figure wrapped in white and gold cloth. He appears in his early or mid teens, with long, amazingly golden hair. He spreads a pair of feathery white wings behind him to catch the sun's gold and silver light, his beautiful lips curled in a smile as he opens his eyes, which are slowly fading between every color you've ever seen anyone have.\n\n"Rejoice, for I am Shotiel!" the almost stereotypical angel says, raising his hands, sunlight gleaming off the golden bracers around his wrists. "I have come in your time of need, to answer your prayers, and assist you in the name of the greatest of all the gods!" He gives his wings a little flutter, then lowers his hands, leaving one up and giving it a little waggle. "Hi, John!"\n\n"Hello again, Shotiel," the priest says with a smile, nodding genially to the angel. "I suppose you understand the situation?"\n\n"I do." The angel turns to you, looking your shocked, staring face up and down, then pointing. "Though you have never come to the great god before your time of need, and you have allowed yourself to be swayed by the forces of evil, our Lord will not turn his back on you! You have in sincerity asked for help, and it shall be given! But hereafter you must devote your life to the great god and spread his word!"\n\n"... Seems fair?" you manage, smiling a little wanly.\n\nShotiel just stares at you for a moment... then laughs. Or, well, more like giggles, putting a hand over his mouth. He's actually way cuter than he is handsome, you realize. "Well! That's an honest answer, and a smart one too! Yes, it is only fair!" He flaps his wings lightly a few times, resting his hands on his hips. "Alright then! We shall have a purification ceremony! Please remove your clothing."\n\n"Er... okay," you answer, standing up and hesitantly peeling off your shirt. Your enlarged tits almost flop against your belly when they're freed, milk leaking steadily from the swollen nipples and running down the curves as you undo your jeans and push them and your panties down, trying not to lose your balance. It's rather embarrassing to be naked in front of a priest and an angel, especially in your state, but you guess it makes sense for a purification ceremony.\n\n"Good, good, don't worry, we'll soon destroy that demonspawn inside you!" Shotiel chirps.\n\n<hr>\n[[Well that's a relief!|GGHH]]\n\n[[... destroy?|GGHH14x6]]

"Look, I just don't think you understand," you explain in an utterly reasonable tone, putting a hand to your chest. "This is all a big mistake anyway. I'm just a very social creature, you see."\n\n"Oh?" Jasmine puts her hands on her hips. "Being a social creature made you bully that girl so badly that it made the newspaper?"\n\n"The <i>back pages</i>," you note, rolling your eyes. It's not like it had a headline, or anything, geez. "That was all blown sooooo out of proportion, it really wasn't a big deal at all. Some people just react badly to, you know, my obvious leadership presence, they get all intimidated by it but that's on them! It's not my fault they feel overwhelmed by my natural charisma!"\n\n"Leadership presence. Natural charisma." The tall woman quirks an eyebrow. "So, really, if you had to pick a phrase to describe yourself...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Queen bee.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Leader of the pack.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Wild mustang.|MeanFarm]]\n\n[[Mistress.|MeanFarm]]

Sigh. No help for it. You hold your hand out to the old man. "Here, let me see that stuff."\n\nHe blinks, but hands you the flask. You take a sniff and resist the urge to jerk your head away completely. "Oh yeah, that'll do." Setting the flask on the curb, you first rip off the sleeve of the girl's shirt, making her wince a bit, then start untying your chest bindings. Both of them stare at you, though the old man yanks his head away as they actually come loose and your tits spill free. ... Dang, they were bigger than they looked. They've got your sweat and some dirt on them, but you figure they'll be okay after the double-rinse you're going to give them. Requesting a canteen, you first use water to rinse them off, then liberally douse them with the libation from the flask. You glance at the girl. "Okay, this'll probably hurt some."\n\nShe looks worried, but nods, clamping her jaw tight to muffle her pained noises as you begin wrapping up her arm. You're no trained medic but either you have enough idea of how to do it or your body has some training, since you get her arm wrapped up fairly snug from shoulder to elbow. You take a few moments to examine your work, then nod and give her a thumbs-up and a grin, trying to ignore how your breasts are swaying freely under your vest. "There y'go. You'd probably still better go see a temple healer or somebody, they can do you up some proper bandages and stuff."\n\n"Thank you so much," she whispers, smiling at you brightly through the tears in her eyes.\n\n"No problem. And hey," you stand up and reach out to clap the old man on the shoulder... both your face and his reddening as you can feel the vest fall away and leave you completely exposed. You do your best to continue on, though your voice does sound just a little strangled. "Maybe switch to wine. And wait until the sun starts to go down and you're not doing heavy lifting."\n\n"A-aye... aye, seems good advice," he says with a cough, looking to the side. "Thankya muchly, lady, my grandaughter and my grandaughter's arm thank ye too."\n\nTugging your vest closed as well as you can, you turn and set off down the street again. It really is embarrassing, feeling your boobs bounce around completely freely with every step... even trying to subtly hold the vest closed, you're pretty sure you're nipslipping all over the place, and showing off even more than Miriya. At least no one's actually hassling you, despite the number of surprised looks, stares, leers, and scandalized scowls directed your way. You're just wondering if stopping somewhere to buy a shirt or something with the little money you have would distract you from your challenge when, lo and behold, Miriya herself comes hurrying up to you.\n\n"Congratulations!" she almost squeals, throwing her arms around you and giving you a squeeze. "You passed the Rite of Priorities?"\n\n"Ah? That was the test?" you ask. In retrospect it seems kind of obvious, but when you were in the midst of it all you were really thinking about was that it was happening.\n\n"It was! And you properly understood that another person's pain and risk were more important than your embarrassment. At least, that's the sense I got while praying. Ah, here, I also felt this might be needed," she adds, holding up something that looks a lot like a white tubetop. \n\n"Markala doesn't stint on the guidance I guess," you answer with a wry grin, taking the garment and stepping into an alleyway to remove your vest and wriggle into the top.\n\n"It can be like that, especially for special events such as this," Miriya answers as you step out, tugging your vest back on. "Though right now another priestess has taken over praying for your second rite."\n\n"Which one is that?" \n\n"Well, it probably doesn't hurt to say. Especially since I think you already got a little hint about the first rite, hm?" Miriya says, smiling and laying a finger along her cheek as you blush a little. "Generally the second part of the challenges is the Rite of Justice."\n\n"Justice? What's that mean? Y'know, to Markala, not in general."\n\n"Markala believes we should all be joyful and happy in our lives... but it is a sin to do so by hurting others. Well, others who don't want to be hurt, it's not as if Markala is against domina-"\n\n"I get the idea, yeah."\n\n"Oh, yes, well, to that end, Markala hates bullies... people who pick on, hurt, and disadvantage others just for the mean joy of it."\n\n"So if I see someone being bullied..."\n\n"Then it's likely that will be the Rite of Justice. But my advice is not to look too hard for it," she adds in a slightly scolding tone. "You did well in the Rite of Priorities by simply reacting naturally. You should continue doing so. Well, I'll head back to the church, then, but we'll probably see each other soon! Good luck!" she adds with a wave as she turns and sashays off, drawing just as many, if not more, glances than you did when going around practically topless.\n\nYou quickly shake off any feelings of jealousy that threatens to prompt. 'That's a Markala no-no,' you chide yourself wryly, while also assuring yourself that it's ridiculous. After all it's not like you <i>wanted</i> to go around with bare breasts... and besides, Miriya has obviously cultivated the ability to show off, it's no surprise she draws way more eyes. Shrugging (and glad of the support of your new top, thanks Miriya), you set off down the streets again, eventually coming upon a market area with a lot of streetside stalls. As you pass one, you hear a bit of an argument starting to break out.\n\n"What?! That's three times what you were charging before!" a woman yelps.\n\n"Last time they cost me a third to buy myself," the man behind the counter replies with a frown. "There's been a drought in the farmlands I buy from, their latest harvest was smaller and they charged me more."\n\n"That just means you're making even more money off of me! Other vendors have these for half the price!"\n\n"They buy from other regions. If you like their prices better, shop there."\n\n"But I need <i>these</i> vegetables, they're the quality my customers expect! You're trying to put me out of business!"\n\nYou glance over. Could this be the test...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Intervene.|GGMonk]]\n\n[[Pass on by.|GGMonk1x14]]

"I..." You pause, unable to help running a hand over the swell of your stomach. You swallow, looking down at it. "Destroyed? Is that... is that really necessary?"\n\n"They're demons, Cyan," Shotiel points out, frowning a little. "They'll only cause harm if-"\n\n"Shotiel," the priest interrupts gently. "As traumatic as this has all been, this child is the one who feels life growing inside her. It likely does not seem as black and white to her."\n\n"Well." The angel continues to frown, looking back and forth between him and you. "Listen, right now, at best what is in you is a half-demon, not the child of you and that boy-"\n\n"But the other half is me, right?" you whisper, biting your lower lip as you look at him through your lashes.\n\n"... Yyyyyyes, sort of," he admits with a sigh, shoulders and wings slumping a little. "Alright, I suppose I can't exactly deny feelings of a mother's compassion, that's what the great god is all about." He glances over his shoulder and up, actually mouthing 'This is your fault' towards the window before looking back at you. "Alright, there <i>is</i> another way, but it's a bit risky and will involve a lot of sacrifice on your part. You'll have to give up your old life completely for at least a year, starting right now. No transition period, no getting to say goodbye, you'll just have to leave today. The process for making sure these offspring aren't born as evil demons will be long, tiring, and probably very embarrassing. But if you're willing to put up with all of that to give them a chance, then I shall bless you and make this possible."\n\nYou admit to waffling over it... but only for a few seconds. Then you nod. "If... if I can give them a chance, then I will. I'll do anything."\n\n"Alright then. There's a special facility that John will drive you to shortly, then. But first, we need to begin the process." So saying, Shotiel unclips the golden symbols at his shoulders and allows his white cloth garb to drop to the ground, completely baring his lean, toned, somewhat androgynously pretty body. Well, one part's not androgynous. Your eyes widen at the sight of a very long, very thick cock and large sack, all of them as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body. Your eyes widen further as it begins to slowly, steadily rise up, jutting towards you. "Suck on this, please," Shotiel says evenly.\n\n"W-what?" you squeak, glancing at John, who has his face schooled to passivity despite the blush on his cheeks. You look back at the naked, erect angel, repeating a little "What?!"\n\n"A direct, sudden influx of angelic energy would destroy the gestating half-demons," Shotiel says evenly, even as an almost literally perlescent drop of pre gathers at the tip of his long, pretty prick. "But if you instead intake that energy regularly, passing it along to them indirectly, it will eventually purify them. They may even become half-angels instead. But it means that you'll have to suck me or another angel off at least several times a day, every day, for the next year."\n\n"Oh," you say a bit faintly. Well... he did say it would likely be rather embarrassing. Still, you've made your choice. Settling heavily onto your knees in front of Shotiel, you carefully reach out, laying one hand on his hip and wrapping another around him. You somehow feel like you ought to explode or start speaking in tongues from touching an angel's cock, but nothing happens other than it feeling surprisingly pleasant to the touch, very warm and with such soft skin wrapped around the stiffness below. You glance up at those ever-shifting eyes, shivering and feeling your pussy starting to drip again as you lean forward and lick the tip. His pre tastes... amazing, somehow tingly and smooth at the same time, like that single drop coats your tongue. You press your lips over the head, starting to bob up and down, matching his gaze and blushing at his adorable smile as you gulp down more and more of his divine prick.\n\nYou mmf a bit as it touches the back of your throat, and Shotiel puts a hand on the back of your head. Somehow the gentle pressure he uses allows him to slide his pole down your throat almost effortlessly, and you feel no discomfort, just a strange, almost lightheaded euphoria at feeling the warmth radiating out from it inside your throat. You keep going until your nose bumps against his crotch, then start bobbing your head several inches back and forth, swallowing and gulping just as eagerly as you did last night. Shotiel continues to smile beatifically down at you, occasionally stroking your hair or brushing it away from his face.\n\nYou're not sure whether it's something special about him or the simple knowledge that you made an angel cum, but when he closes his eyes and gasps outa warm rush of something truly ambrosial filling your mouth, you orgasm too, your body trembling, a light gush of milk squirting from your overfull tits and dribbling down onto your heavily pregnant belly. You draw back, flushed and panting, as Shotiel's cock goes limp again, gently drooping back into place, and his garments lift back up and wrap back around him with a gesture of his hands. \n\n"Alright, I'll see you a bit later today," Shotiel chirps, before disappearing in a shower of silvery sparkles.\n\nThe priest... John... gently drapes some white robes around you, the garments large enough to drape over (but obviously not conceal) your massive baby belly. "Here, come with me," he says gently, helping you to your feet again and leading you back down the stairs.\n\nSoon you're sitting in the front seat of a roomy car, trying to rest and sort through your thoughts as John drives. You shift a little in your seat, distracted... your mind keeps wandering back to how wet your pussy is, how turned-on you are. And how easy-access it is, how you'd just need to reach under the flap of the robes to get to it...\n\n<hr>\n[[Focus.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Masturbate.|GGHH]]

<b>Devious World</b> Build Alpha 50\n\nDevious World is a Choose Your Own Adventure style game. Thus there is no combat and no puzzles. It's purely about enjoying the story and getting to the good stuff without having to worry about grinding your stats or bumping into an overpowered monster for your level.\n\nDevious World is also an adult game, intended for mature audiences. It is entirely a work of fiction; all characters are fictional, all situations are fictional, nothing is drawn from real life. Fantasy is heavily stressed over reality. All characters are written by a legal adult, so should be considered to be portrayed by legal adults whatever their stated ages in the narrative may be.\n\nThis game primarily focuses around normal, everyday people who tend to go out and encounter very unusual, unique things. For some of them these may simply be extraordinary and interesting opportunities they've previously only seen in movies, for others it may be something they never even imagined. Sometimes their choices lead to very sensible, rational differences in what happens... sometimes their choices lead them to wildly divergent paths. \n\nOnce you the player make a choice, the character lives in a world where only what happens and what they learn from that choice exists... the world as it is following one choice could be completely different than the one in which they made another choice. Storylines are not canon to each other.\n\n[[I am over 18 and I wanna play!|CharGenMain]]\n\n[[Useful information|IntroInfo]]\n\n[[Fetish List]]\n\n[[Acknowledgements]]\n\n[[Version History]]\n\n[[Disclaimer]]

Hm, yes. Someone with some experience, to really help Ken learn the ropes and make a man of him, someone that could teach him to really please a woman when he's ready to settle down and get married. You're sure his future wife would thank you for your thoughtfulness!\n\nYou go over the possibilities as you start cooking up some strips of bacon on the griddle. There are several [[neighborhood ladies|Marei]] you could probably call on. You spend a lot of your time with the other housewife-types in the neighborhood, and are well aware that most of them, married or single, are desperately horny. Though you'd have to broach it just the right way, you don't think it would take much to have some of them stripping down and spreading them for an eager, well-endowed teenager.\n\nYou could seek out [[someone on the internet|Marei]]. While you're not the sort to browse those kinds of pages, you're still vaguely aware that there are all sorts of sites catering to things like older women that like younger men. Of course it would be horrible if Ken got into something like that on his own... but in this case you'd be doing it for him and vetting the person (and possibly even monitoring the situation to make sure everything went alright). Surely that would make it okay.\n\nHm. Then there's the option of [[hiring a professional|Marei]]. Obviously that would avoid a lot of the potential social issues or rumors that could spring up, just quietly bring in someone who's there to do a job and then leave when they're done. Simple, fast, and all you'd need to do is make sure to pick someone clean and attractive to do the job.\n\nYou purse your lips a little as you turn the bacon. Of course, there's always the option of keeping things... in the family. By which you mean, you could call [[your sister|Marei7x1]]. She's a lusty, horny thing who never had much in the way of inhibitions or shame anyway. Still, you do think you could trust her to do the right thing for family, both in actually doing what was necessary for Ken and in keeping her mouth shut afterwards.\n\nYou pause in the midst of transferring the cooked bacon to a plate. If you were in fact going to keep it in the family... well. You could always take care of it [[yourself|Marei8x1]]. You're not exactly the most experienced or professional lover in the world, but you were more than enough to make his father happy. If you wished to truly cross the line of taboo, you could take care of his initiation into manhood and satisfying his urges on your own. Certainly that would be one way to keep anyone else from judging you.

Deciding to just throw in some zaniness, you haul back your arm and bowl with all your strength. "Yaaaaaaaaaa!" you call cheerfully, albeit a bit put-off since it winds up sounding strange in the abandoned arcade full of its slightly echoing bleeps and chirps in the darkness. It somehow makes the quick rattle of the ball across the surface seem louder, the impact of it as it bounces on the board and against the heavy duty plastic covering it strong enough to make you wince. The ball deflects off of several of the plastic rings around the holes... and then drops suddenly into a spot near the top you'd thought was just painted black. You blink several times as the area around where the ball disappeared lights up, showing a blobby patch of light you think is supposed to be a nebula. Text flashes on the board up top: 'Positive Celestial Cameltoe! You win!'\n\nWhile you're still wondering who came up with such a name, there's a loud thunking noise from one side and the ticket slot starts spewing forth. You have to admit, despite the weird shock of apparently finding a hidden feature and the weird ambiance of this place, you can't help but feel excited and happy at the sight of so many tickets coming out of the machine. In fact by the time it stops there's a truly massive pile of them sitting on the stained carpet below, the line of tickets having been forced to arc upward as it came out. It's definitely more reward tickets than you've ever gotten in an entire night of rolling before.\n\n"Uh... huh. Wow, okay, did you guys get that?" You pick up your cellphone and glance in the camera, then aim it at the pile. "That's... wow. Alright, so I guess with this we uh..." You trail off, realizing that you can't actually do anything with these, considering the place is shut down.\n\n... Or can you? After all this place really does seem like everyone just kind of walked away from it and left all this stuff here, could that be true of the prize exchange counter too? Which... really just means you could loot it for whatever you want, if so, but then it's kind of more exciting in some ways to actually exchange the tickets that you've earned on the honor system... plus, hey, it'll make for a better video.\n\nYou briefly stop filming and head over towards where you think the prize claim is, since you can sort of see a part of the wall and ceiling that looks like it surrounds a counter. When you round some cabinets you really can see the shelves of prizes and the glass case... but jerk to a halt at the realization that someone is standing behind it. You instinctively brace for a "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" or something from a security guard, but... no, nothing. In fact once your heart slows its panicked pounding, you realize that the person is just standing there, smiling. They're not dressed like a security guard, either... more just the standard sort of employee wear of a polo shirt and an apron with 'ARCADE' emblazoned on the front. She's an extremely attractive redhead, hair thick and wild, though her eyes are a bright blue color which... wait, is that even possible? You vaguely feel that shouldn't be possible, but you're sort of still working out what she's doing here at all.\n\n"Hey there," she greets cheerfully in a sweet, almost lyrical voice, still smiling genially at you. "Have a good run at skeeball tonight?"\n\n"Uh... yeah," you answer a little distantly as you slowly approach. You notice she even has a nametag: 'Lucy'. Could this be someone that, like you, decided to explore the park and now she's just messing with you? Or maybe some homeless person that lives here? ... Or a genuine nutjob who lurks here looking for victims? Who... do well at skeeball. Or something. Well, she certainly shows no signs of pulling a gun or launching across the counter, so after another bit of hesitation, you decide to roll with it. "I got the Positive Celestial... ah, thing."\n\n"Oooo, very nice, very nice!" Lucy raises her hands and applauds with just her fingers, beaming at you. The whole delivery seems like it should be mocking and yet she actually does seem delighted for you. "What a stroke of luck! Now, why don't you look over what we have, and pick your prize?"\n\nYou look at her for a moment more, then shrug and start skimming the case and shelves. Let's see... oh, there's the ever-standard army men for one ticket apiece, though the tub of them is just labeled '[[Army|WilmaFun]]'... you could go all out and get a ton of those, as is the wont of many a child in an arcade. You notice there are also some of the other standards, [[mood rings|WilmaFun]]... though they do look a bit nicer and more solid than the usual fare. Also in the case is a large plastic egg that's apparently some sort of lamp, since it's glowing... the little placard reads "[[Dragon Egg|WilmaFun]]". Though you actually have enough tickets, it looks like, for the shelf prizes. You see various stuffed animals, though there's a particularly handsome tiger labeled "[[Best Friend|WilmaFun]]". And not too far from it, there's what looks like a wooden music box labeled...\n\n"'[[Your Heart's Desire|WilmaFun]]'?" you say out loud, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows.\n\n"Ooo, you might <i>just</i> have enough for that one!" Lucy declares, clasping her hands together and looking up at it. "Is that the one you want? I mean, any prize is quite a lot of fun, so pick anything, but if that's the one you want, I say go for it!"

You feel a brief flash of sensation, like being jabbed by a syringe but broader and faster, and something goes tumbling away from you, leaving you not feeling anything for long moments. Then you drag in a long gasp, your hands snapping up to the sides of the guillotine bench and shoving yourself up, your head snapping back and away reflexively, your hair flitting about and hissing in agitation.\n\nFeeling disoriented, you stagger to your feet and away from the guillotine, raising a hand to your head, your mind assaulted by the strangeness of your body. But you can feel it gradually adjusting... your breasts growing fuller, your back lengthening and stretching, your hips and ass pressing against the denim wrapped around them as they fill out, the now somewhat stretched waistband slipping downward a bit. You draw your hand away, staring at it as the skin takes on a paler shade, nails growing sharp and turning shiny black. Bit by bit your body feels more natural, the long-unremembered sensation of tasting the air and seeing through your snakes as well as your own senses coming back. You run your long, agile tongue over your fangs as they finish growing in, then roll your shoulders, breasts jiggling at just over a cup size in added largeness at the motion.\n\n"About time, I was so sick of sitting on that pedestal I wouldn't have minded just falling off of it for a change of view," you grouse, rubbing at your once more whole neck with one hand. You look around at the three still hypnotized teenagers, then snatch the shirt one of them's holding out of his hands. You'd prefer not to cover up at all, but it seems likely you'll need to at some point, so you pull it over your head, snakes flattening themselves against your scalp and neck as well as they're able until you can get the collar past them, tugging it into place, the front stretched out and middle riding up over your pale belly. You consider for a moment, then point at the skinny one. "You. Work the stocks. You," you add, pointing to the beefier one you had work them before. "On the guillotine."\n\nThe two obey without hesitation, the blonde lifting the stocks and the dark-haired one straddling the bench and leaning forward. You suppose you could have had him remove his shirt first as well, but you doubt Dume will care all that much about some bloodstains. As the blonde lowers the stocks into position, you make your way over to the lever, briefly pausing to kick the head that used to be on your body out of the way, sending it rolling over into a corner. Then with a smirk you pull the lever, a splatter of blood flying through the air as the jock boy's head goes tumbling to the ground. "Lift the blade and undo the stocks," you order the blonde as you head over to the row of statue heads. Grabbing the minotaur's by the horns, you heft it up with a grunt and carry it back to the guillotine. "You better appreciate this, you bonehead," you growl before twisting the marble head and jamming the base of it against the bloody stump of the beheaded boy's neck.\n\nQuickly, the two neck-ends both bulge and contract to seal together, color and warmth spreading through the horned head. He virtually roars as he jerks upright, horns caroming briefly off the sides of the guillotine before he can stagger to his feet. He snorts and growls as he stumbles about in a short space, body gradually swelling, growing more muscular, skin darkening steadily to a deep, rich brown as his tanktop is stretched tight, his jeans ripping here and there as the muscles of his legs swell and change shape, the crotch especially bulging out, obviously barely able to contain his massive member. He stomps his feet repeatedly, shoes gradually shredding and falling off to reveal large, rough black hooves, fur jutting out through the new holes in the jeans. Finally he pants and snorts, hot breath rushing out his nose, his face mostly human despite the obvious bovine influence. He blinks his black-scleraed red eyes a few times before they focus on you, his voice coming out in a deep, accented rumble. "Lind? We're back?"\n\n"Aye, some little twerp finally picked me up and looked me in the eyes," you explain, glancing disdainfully at the corner where the head of said twerp came to rest. It feels good to hear the lilt of your own accent, so different than Dume's, in your own ears again. "... Did I say 'twerp'?" you note, frowning. "... I guess a little of her got left in here. Damn." \n\n"Still, we're alive again." Dume steps forward and bends to scoop you up, wrapping his huge arms around you and briefly crushing you to his chest. "Thank you, my love."\n\n"Mmmf. Fool," you murmur, your snakes swaying and wiggling in an annoying way that gives away how pleased you are. You press your lips to his, letting your tongue slip into his mouth to toy with his, briefly flicking it down his throat before breaking the kiss. You wait for him to set you down, then roll your shoulders again. "But yes, we're alive again. And I'll make that old fool pay for thinking he could contain us."\n\n"Then we should not delay. Ah..." Dume runs his eyes over the two still-hypnotized teenagers, then at the pair of stone heads still on their pedestals. "What about Morgan and Yong?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let's revive them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Meh, forget them.|GGHH26x3]]

"Don't bother with them," you say with a snort. "They'd just make more trouble than they'd be worth. Maybe another century on their stands will teach them to think before they get us into another situation like this again."\n\n"As you say," Dume agrees easily. But then he never really disagrees with you, which is one of the reasons you like him so well and have been with him for over a thousand years. He pauses, glancing at the pair of hypnotized teenagers. "And these two?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Eliminate them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Play with them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Use them.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Ignore them.|GGHH]]

"I'll take first watch," you volunteer, figuring that way at least only one person is likely to notice you curling up on the bare ground.\n\nYou can tell Konrad and Ulf are both a bit suspicious, but since apparently everyone else is tired, they agree. Once dinner is done with, they all crawl into their tents, and you settle in next to the fire, flipping your knife in one hand as you gaze around at the night.\n\nEventually, after you've fed several logs to the fire over the course of a few hours and begun to seriously consider taking up whittling, Ulf emerges from his tent and shuffles over to you. "My watch now, lass." He hesitates for a moment, then glances away before adding in a gruff tone, "Feel free ta be usin' my bedroll."\n\n"Um." You blink, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. "That's not really-"\n\n"Ye forgot ta get one of yer own, aye?" He looks back at you, scowling, but his words are surprisingly kind as he continues. "Didn't get th' most collected start to this life meself. I know how it can be ta just hafta drop everythin' an' go. I ain't needin' of much sleep anyhow, won't even be puttin' me out by makin' use of it."\n\nYou can't help but smile, and once you stand you lean in to place a kiss on his scarred forehead. "Thanks, Ulf." You leave him sputtering and mumbling something you think is Dwarvish for 'blasted elf spit' while you head over to his tent and crawl inside, settling on the (somewhat short) bedroll and quickly easing into a light sleep.\n\nThe routine continues over several days of travel, and if any of the others notice that you're (literally) sharing Ulf's tent and bedroll they're too classy to infer anything from it... or at least classy enough not to say anything if they do. Eventually the lot of you arrive at the foot of a smallish mountain, and a bit of searching is done to find the entrance of the dungeon. With your trained brain providing commentary, you know to slip on a pair of goggles from your pouch before snagging your lockpicks and getting to work, the lines, interlocking circles, and floating runes of the enchantments on the lock made visible by the enchanted lenses. However, after a few moments of work you pause, then slip the goggles off and hold them up. "Hey, Zadaan, take a look of this and tell me if you're seein' what I'm seein'."\n\nThe old wizard blinks, then walks over, holding the goggles up to his face instead of slipping them fully on and leaning in. After only a few seconds, he makes a little noise of acknowledgement. "While some of the guard runes <i>are</i> of the proper era, most of the particularly active ones have been invented or placed within the last fifty years. Someone has made this dungeon their home since then. By the looks of it, a specialist in many of the darker arts."\n\n"Some evil wizard's set up his home here?" Ulf asks, scowling as Zadaan hands the goggles back to you and you resume work.\n\n"Perhaps it would be best if we leave this place be, then," Alanna murmurs. "The issue of fighting an unknown wizard aside, if this is someone's home rather than an abandoned stronghouse..."\n\n"If it's an evil wizard, then he's no doubt up to foul business," Konrad asserts, scowling darkly and folding his big arms over his chest.\n\n"Relax," you announce, cutting through the building argument. "As I undo these I can see stuff like how often they were used. They used to be opened and closed at least once a week, but it's been over a year since anyone opened it. Most likely he tried some shit and got hit."\n\n"... Ah, met his fate out in the world, you mean," Ulf says after a moment. "Be good fortune if that be so, might be he was leavin' some things of his own for us to claim."\n\n"Aaaand done," you chirp, the lock clicking open as if it were perfectly normal. You give the large, wide wooden door a shove open, and those of the party who need them start getting out their various lighting implements. Soon the lot of you are marching through carved stone tunnels, with you occassionally checking around to make sure you're not about to step on any trap triggers, with the others mostly commenting on the occasional monster skull or adventurer skeleton you pass. Eventually, all of you come to a large, circular chamber with a number of tunnels coming off of it, some labeled with metal plaques in some ancient language.\n\n"I'm quite keen to find some of the ancient magical apparatuses from the lost days," Zadaan says, eyes fixed on one plaque, his face lit by the golden magical orb floating over one shoulder. "I believe that tunnel there indicates it might contain rooms with such."\n\n"I came to test my mettle against the most dangerous creatures there are, so I know 'beware' in every language," Ulf growls, nodding his helmeted head at another. "That's where I'd be headed."\n\n"You know 'beware', I know treasure, and that says 'storehouse'," Konrad says with his wolfish grin. \n\n"I came, in part, to make sure that the desecrated temples rumored to be contained in this complex were all cleansed," Alanna says with a light frown. "I'd have to get a bit closer, but I think that tunnel there leads to at least one such."\n\nYou frown at the lot of them. It sounds like they want to split the party. On the other hand, you notice a rather more modern-looking wooden plaque hung next to one tunnel, and you can read it perfectly: 'Home'. That's the year-absent new resident's place, obviously. Your thief's senses start tingling wildly at the thought of looting much more recently-occupied rooms full of more easily pawned goods. Dang, what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with Zadaan.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Ulf.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Konrad.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go with Alanna.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Go by yourself.|GGRogue1x7]]\n\n[[Discourage splitting up.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Hm. Obviously one way to get him to stop jerking off so much would be for him to relieve that tension with a member of the opposite sex. You start pouring the pancake batter into the Perfect Pancaker Pourer(tm) as you think that through. Yes, clearly it would be better to get him some female attention than letting him just sit in his room jerking off. Virile young boys <i>should</i> be fooling around, fucking girls and getting into mischief, not sitting in dim rooms stroking their pricks themselves.\n\nNodding thoughtfully as you heat up the griddle, you consider. What would be best for him, though?\n\n<hr>\n[[A girl his own age.|Marei2x1]]\n\n[[An older girl.|Marei1x5]]

"I'll just wait in the briefing room, thanks," you reply, deciding not to give your apparent rival an inch. If she wants to play games, she's going to learn that games are kind of your thing. ... Not usually mind games, but still.\n\n"Yes ma'am," the uniformed girl says in a mildly exasperated tone, as if not looking forward to what Eve will have to say about that. She has your sympathies, but it's also not your problem. "This way, please, then, to the conference room." \n\nShe shows you down a hallway and into a lift, that opens into another hallway that's largely identical except for being a bit smaller. She quick-steps over to one of the doors, then gestures at it to indicate you should go through. Inside is about what you'd expect from a future-ish conference room... long silver table, overdesigned chairs, a view of the stars outside, and a long screen thing on one wall... though it looks a lot more like a pane of crystal than anything else. Picking a chair largely at random, you settle down in it to wait.\n\nAnd wait. And wait. You sigh a little as you realize that while you denied Eve a certain amount of power by refusing to come to her, you've given her another kind of power... to make you wait on her. Either that or just walk out, which would no doubt reflect badly on you or even get you in trouble. You also realize that as good as it might be to not be able to lose a cellphone, it's kind of hard to play games or browse the news on a nanite colony in your ear. "Jadis, remind me to bring along a little portable datapad or whatever, next time," you mutter.\n\n"Noted. Although I will also add that the amount of time you have been waiting is unusual even for Eve's power plays," the cool voice responds practically in your head rather than just in your ear. "It may be that something else is afoot."\n\nIndeed, about that time the crystal-like pane lights up with an image of Eve, much like you saw before on the ship. "Hunter Ihde. Apologies for keeping you waiting and for not being there in person," she says with such an easy, crisp businesslike tone that you're 100% sure she's not sorry in the least. "However, a matter came up which superseded the original reason for calling you here."\n\nTurning your chair a bit more towards the screen, you raise your eyebrows a bit theatrically and prompt, "Go on."\n\nIf she's disappointed by your lack of any real enthusiasm, Eve covers it up and continues. "The individual we apprehended... from your tip," she adds, with just the slightest bit of acid in her voice. "Turned out to be a minor Reaping One after all. You were kept waiting while we did a quick interrogation of him... unlike higher-ups, he has not been properly conditioned to resist our methods, and we were sifting through the information we acquired. Most of it irrelevant to someone of my level, minor crimes, small-time extortion rackets."\n\n"How dull for you," you note blandly.\n\nShe bristles just a little before smoothing it out and continuing... in fact, she now looks a little smug. "But amidst the rest, we did find some very interesting indicators. It seems that Reaper has been rebuilt yet again."\n\nBefore you can be forced to admit you don't know what she's talking about, Jadis pipes up in your ear. "Reaper is the aforementioned leader of the Reaping Ones. Their founder, in fact. An android of unknown but ancient design, apparently created with the primary goal of wiping out the Silver Star Elves, but a cruel and ruthless being even outside of that."\n\n"So he's back again, huh?" you say aloud in a largely neutral tone.\n\n"I suppose you didn't do as thorough a job as you thought last time," Eve all but sneers, before plastering her professional face back on. "Still, against my advice, the higher-ups have dictated that any mission involving Reaper is to be offered to you first. You have, obviously, leapt at the chance every time in the past. Will you do so again?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Yes.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Pass.|GGMS4x2]]

Curious at this talk of urban legends, you click on the link for a "Haunted House Night". It looks like the guy who put up the ad owns an old house just outside of town that's said to be extremely haunted... just //why// it's haunted is only hinted at, you assume to create interest and help lure you in. (A quick internet search indicates that the place does show up on a few haunted house sites, but details are sparse even there and you don't feel like doing the webcrawl necessary to dig up more dirt right now.) But apparently it's actually not too bad a deal for a night's entertainment, you get a meal, they show an old B-movie that was apparently made about the haunting, and then you get to spend the night in the house itself. The ad says it's 'supervised', but you get the idea that the chaperone or whatever is quite likely to stay out of everyone's way. (Probably best not to mention that bit to your parents.)\n\nAnyway, with dinner, a show, and a stay in a spooky old mansion, it actually does sound kind of awesome. It says the next event is tomorrow night, and all four slots are still open. It's $25 per person, and you know that you have the money. The question is whether you want to call around to your friends to find out who else might be interested enough to pay, or just figure that's a lost cause and buy just the one slot for yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go with your friends.|GGHH1x1]]\n\n[[Just go yourself.|GGHHPlaceholder]]

You're basically in nothing but the shirt on your back and far from your ship, and there's an entire station of trained space rangers out there wanting to bring you in. Gritting your teeth at what you have to do, you bring your hands up to lace your fingers behind your head, slowly sinking to your knees. "Don't resist, Jadis. Don't let them hurt... damage you, but don't fight them," you mutter as you lean forward, breasts squashing a bit as you lay out on your front. \n\nA moment later there's a peeling noise and then the sound of the door sliding open, and the pounding of multiple booted feet. A knee abruptly thuds to your lower back, hands grabbing your wrists and yanking at them roughly. "Whoa, whoa, <i>unnecessary</i>!" you snap out, grimacing as some sort of cuffs are applied to your wrists before you're hauled to your feet. The white-uniformed and helmeted officers are pointing rifles at you, and continue to do so as they march you out of the room and towards a lift.\n\nYou're taken deep into the station, the doors sliding open to show an area made of much darker metal, the lighting an oppressive glare that somehow manages to seem dim due to the color of the furnishings. You're nudged forward out of the lift and into a room for processing, where some of the guards step back and focus on keeping their rifles aimed at you. Two others, females, step forward, one starting to undo your shirt. "Hey! If I've got to be undressed, you think I could at least do that myself?!" you ask as she undoes the flap and pulls it open, revealing the plain black sports bra you were wearing beneath it. \n\n"Someone like you being freed and then being allowed to touch their own clothes? No can do," one of the female guards says in an electronically processed voice as she runs her hands over your midriff and back, apparently checking for any concealed items. Then both of them produce small devices the size of large pens and click a button on them, a red glow appearing. Wherever they pass it, the cloth of your clothing parts as if it had been cleanly cut, though your skin is unharmed. The jacket quickly falls away, followed by the bra, baring your full breasts to the watching guards. You clench your jaw, fighting the urge to blush or otherwise look humiliated even as the female guards continue stripping you, running the cutting wands down the sides of your pants and boots and then peeling them away, baring your pussy and ass to the entire room and leaving you completely naked. One unholsters a longer device and runs it down the length of your body, then consults the screen on her wrist before pulling another device from her belt and pressing it to your ear. You wince as you feel a pulling, tugging sensation, more uncomfortable than painful, before the female guards step back and the armed ones move in again.\n\n"Alright, prisoner, turn and follow the yellow line. Any deviation and not only will we open fire, but the autoguns will activate."\n\n'Autoguns' really don't sound good. Suppressing a growl, you turn and notice a broad, glowing yellow line on the floor leading through an open doorway. Trying to ignore the way that your bared breasts and but jiggle a bit with every step, and that you're powerless to cover them because of the cuffs, you walk ahead of the guards through the door and down the cold, foreboding hall. On either side of the hallway are dark, bare openings in the wall... probably ten by ten, yeah? Whatever this society's ideals, they apparently don't consider the treatment of prisoners high on the list, since there's absolutely nothing in the cells... they're smooth, flat walls and floor, not so much as a bench to sit or lay down on. You're practically shoved into one, a bundle of something white tossed in after you, before a set of hexagonal, gunmetal grey bars slide up out of the floor and into slots in the ceiling. The binding on your wrists suddenly disappears, and you stumble a little just from abruptly yanking your arms apart. A glance at the cloth shows that it looks kind of like a spandex bodysuit. \n\nYou wait for the guards to depart, but they stand and wait... maybe you have to put on the suit before they'll leave. Sighing, you bend down to pick it up, sliding your feet into the slipper-like ends of the legs, fully aware of your tits wobbling and swaying beneath you as you do so... you have no idea if the guards are staring impassively or leering and licking their lips behind those helmets. You haul the garment up your legs, feeling it stretch and adhere to them, and then to your pussy and ass... geez, the thing goes on easy, but once it does it's like it's painted on. As you slide your arms into the sleeves and then press the rubber edges of the front together to seal it, it adheres so tightly to your breasts that not only your nipples but your areola are clearly visible. Apparently prisoners aren't allowed to hide anything whatsoever from their captors here. Luckily, after that the guards finally turn to leave, letting you be alone in your cell. \n\n"Jadis?" you ask quietly, but only silence follows. You sigh again... apparently that thing with your ear was the guard pulling out your nanite colony. You're cut off. Deciding that pacing is unappealing, you instead lean against a wall and sink down to sit on the floor, trying to think about what you could do about all of this. Nothing comes to mind, and you wind up sitting in the silence of the cool, unadorned cell for several hours. You lift your head at the sight of motion, seeing Eve turning to face you, lips curling a bit in a smirk.\n\n"Pride goeth before the fall, they say," she announces, chuckling a little.\n\n"You talking about yourself?" you grumble back.\n\n"Ha. Afraid not. They're preparing your trial now. It will be short, I assure you," she says, face and tone becoming bland, though those fire-colored eyes still glitter with malicious spite. "You may have your supporters in the upper echelons, but you also have many who have been waiting for this day. You've left a lot of property damage in your wake, including shattered planets. It won't be hard for the prosecution to argue that you've been colluding with the criminal element from the start, not just this time. You'll be shipped off to a penal colony on a life sentence before the day is out."\n\n"That's bullshit!" you snap, leaping to your feet and approaching the bars, jerking to a halt when you notice a pair of long silver tubes attached to spheres on the ceiling of the hall swivel to face you. "I haven't done anything!"\n\n"Haven't you?" Eve raises one slender silver eyebrow. "There's evidence to the contrary. But, just to show you how magnanimous I can be, I will offer you a deal." She tilts her head slightly. "After a slight show of contrition on your part... here, in private... you will plead guilty and I will plead your case before the court. You'll be given a much lighter sentence in a medium security penal colony, women only. The alternative..." She presses her lips together. "Would not be pleasant."\n\n<hr>\n[[Accept the deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Tell her what you think of her deal.|GGMS]]\n\n[[Reason with her.|GGMS4x4]]

Honestly, despite your reservations (the aftertaste of the mocolate lasted a week), the food & beverage testing sounds the safest. You mock, er, mark the checkbox, then read the note telling you to flip to one of the other pages to pick out which product you'll actually be testing.\n\n<hr>\n[[☐|MikeAppSoda1x1]] <b>Zoo Juice Soda</b> - Oh, hey, you remember those things. Fruit-flavored sodas with all sorts of animals on them. (Though the "zoo" idea was adhered to pretty loosely, as expected of something marketed to kids.) Didn't they stop making them in the early nineties?\n\n[[☐|MikeAppPlaceholder]] <b>SuperMilk</b> - What's so super about it? Probably the marketing, you figure. Oh well, if it's just milk with a bit of flavoring or vitamin supplement, even less reason to worry.

Suddenly feeling a bit less intimidated, you grin. "Oh, issat all?" You open the case just enough to dart your hand in and peel off a pair of bills, before darting your hand out and exchanging them for the paper slip, starting to trot upstairs. "Thanks for the receipt, seeya later!"\n\n"Whoa whoa whoa whoa." Nabiki turns on the stairs, frowning first at the money and then at you. "You're <i>always</i> broke, Saotome. I even let you put last month off because of it, s'why your tab's so high this time. I really thought I was gonna be able to get you to let me take some cheesecake pics to pay it off. All of a sudden you've not only got cash, but you're not whining about giving it to me? Something doesn't add up here."\n\n"Er." Oh crap. Turning back to her, you clear your throat. Maybe a little lie and a lot of truth will work here. "Well, when Akane punted me yesterday, I found this little hairpin in an old shrine."\n\n"Little hairpin. Old shrine," Nabiki echoes, folding her arms and looking dubious.\n\n"Seriously! It turned out to be worth a little money, so I sold it, that's all!"\n\n"I see." She purses her lips, still eyeing you. "How much money?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Truth.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Lie.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You do sort of have a commitment to the other people you do these activities with during the school year, it's not quite fair to only think of yourself. Besides, you enjoy it or you wouldn't have decided to get involved with it in the first place!\n\nEr, what was "it", again?\n\n<hr>\n[[Cheerleading.|SKCheerStart]]\n\n[[Volleyball.|SKVBStart]]\n\n[[Track.|SKTrackStart]]

Deciding that it's probably not going to do you much good to juke the gigantic plot hook dropped in front of you, you raise your hand and wave it some, calling out, "Over here!"\n\nThe people in front of you glance towards you and start moving aside, forming a path for you to make your way up to the stage. You head on up, one of your hands falling naturally to rest on the grip of a sword sheathed at your side, like you'd been doing it for years. You have to turn to the side a bit to get to some steps that lead up to the stage, but once there the official passes you a small, simple brooch in the shape of an owl, a rolled-up sheaf of parchment, and points to a lowered area behind the stage. As you trot down, you see that there's two people already there... a man and a woman, him in dark leather armor with multiple daggers sheathed around his thighs, her in a colorfully-patterned set of robes and almost tie-dyed witch's hat, a staff in her hands. Though both look like they're in their twenties and fully-developed, lean and olive-skinned, and proportioned completely normally, the man's head is the only thing that comes up past your waist, with the woman being several inches shorter.\n\n"Hello, Cyan, nice to meet you," the woman says with a nervous smile.\n\n"Hey, how's it going?" the man asks, giving you a rakish smile and running a hand over his short, tousled sandy hair. \n\n"Hi... ah..." You trail off, before your brain puts two and two together and quickly comes up with an excuse. "Sorry, it was super noisy in the crowd around me just before they called me, I missed your names."\n\n"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" The auburn-haired Halfling fidgets and frets for a moment, before the man pats her back.\n\n"I'm Amon, this is Amora."\n\n"I still can't believe we got sorted into the same group, that was so lucky," the woman... Amora... huffs, leaning her forehead against her staff.\n\nYou start to speak, but before you can there's another call from the stage. "Final member of group Owl, dungeon Morgas! Astoriel! Astoriel, come forward!"\n\nYou can't quite see over the edge of the stage, but a few minutes later someone moves to the stairs and comes padding down them. Obviously she's an elf, from the long, pointed ears, though the long, ridiculously golden blonde hair might be a bit of a tipoff too. Her eyes are big and blue, her face gorgeous, and she's wearing a gold-trimmed crimson vest, classy-looking leather belt with an attached bag on one hip and a sheathed rapier on the other, and a loose scarlet short skirt. Her long legs are sheathed in gold-trimmed white thigh-high stockings, and her boots are turned-down at the top and dyed bright red too.\n\n"Good morning, everyone!" she says brightly, raising a hand and wiggling her fingers in a wave. "It's nice to meet you all. Let's get out of the way for the next group, shall we?"\n\n"Oh! R-right!" Amora squeaks, turning and heading down a connected stone tunnel, Amon rolling his eyes and following after her, you and Astoriel doing the same.\n\n"You seem to be someone that knows their way around weapons, Cyan," Astoriel says cheerfully as you make your way along the torchlit tunnel. \n\n"Fair to say," you answer, trying for polite but neutral, since you're still trying to get a handle on everything that's happening.\n\n"Amora, it would seem you study the magical arts, yes? And you, Amon..." Astoriel pauses, then her eyes twinkle. "Are a man of many skills, I imagine."\n\n"Oh, many many skills, my good lady," Amon answers, somehow managing to make the melodramatic bow he pauses briefly to give her seem as much like innuendo as his tone.\n\n"Mm." The elf woman seems amused, then ahs as the lot of you emerge back into sunlight. "Well, I am Astoriel of Maple, bard of the voice. And those must be our free steeds. Luckily we weren't called too late in the order, else all the decent ones would be gone. If all of you don't mind, I have some experience with equines, so I can pick some out for all of us?"\n\nAt the general round of assent, the elf woman departs towards the official stationed near the corrals. "Oh gosh, if she really knows about things like that, it's so lucky we got teamed up with her," Amora says, huffing in relief.\n\n"Ah, yeah," you answer, still trying to figure out... well, less what's going on in general, you have that. You've somehow been turned into your general imagining of a potential Warrior build and transported to a fantasy setting. What you don't understand is what you were doing in that area with all those people, why you've been <i>assigned</i> an adventuring party, and why you apparently warrant a free horse.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell everything to Astoriel.|GGWar2x1]]\n\n[["... Hey, Amora, let's play a game."|GGWar1x2]]

Yeah... seems to you that this thing could serve much better if you gave it to someone that wasn't as ridiculously unreliable as the old pervert. Who knows what he'd do with it, after all, even if he did hold to his promise to turn you back into a guy?\n\nThere's an old guy in town that runs a creepy little antique type shop... you know that some of the weird magical items that you've had to put up with over the years have come from there. Everything was always way too expensive for you, and the guy claimed he didn't have anything that could help your curse anyway. But that was before you had a bargaining chip like this one. Eager now, you go racing through the woods and back towards Nerima, grinning broadly at your own brilliance. There's no possible way this could backfire!\n\nEventually you arrive at the shop and push it open, the bell over the door jingling. It's dim and cluttered inside... well, that's about what you'd expect from this sort of place, isn't it? Winding your way through the racks and tables, you arrive at the counter and impatiently pound the attention bell a few times, wiggling a bit in your eagerness to have done with it. The crazy-looking old coot (but at least he's not as shriveled as Happosai) makes his way out of the back, sucking at his teeth and eyeing you.\n\n"Oh, it's the boy with the Chinese curse that makes him not a boy." He giggles, eyeing your current redheaded form up and down. Bleh, maybe he's a dirty old man after all... oh well, he's never tried to grope you, so he's still a few rungs up. "I've already told you, I've nothing that could undo Jusenkyo's spells."\n\n"Oh yeah? Even if I'd be able to trade... this?!" you say, flourishing the hairpin. You feel almost unbearably smug as he gasps dramatically, eyes widening.\n\n"The Tanuki's Hairpin! Oh my, oh my." He wrings his wrinkled hands, staring at the small bit of jewelry. "What a thing to have in my shop! What an addition to the collection it would be!" He glances side to side, then beckons to you to follow him back through the doorway and into the back area. There, he draws out a key and unlocks another door, leading you into another room filled with display cases. He lights a small oil lantern that barely illuminates the room, then turns back to you. "Very well, I will trade you one of my best items for it."\n\n"Thought you said you didn't have any cures for my curse, huh?" you note, just a bit annoyed. You rest your hands on your hips and glance around. "You been holding out on me after all?"\n\n"I have nothing that will <i>undo</i> Jusenkyo's curse, that is the truth. But I have several items that could... mitigate it. But you need not be so focused on that!"\n\n"Eh? Whattya mean?"\n\n"I have many items, with many powers. For example, I've heard you have a fear of cats, do you not?" He chuckles at your obvious shudder just at the word. "I have an item that could help with that. Or your infamous problems with women and rivals, I've oft seen you chased down the street by a crowd, I've solutions for that as well. With other problems in your life satisfied, perhaps your curse would seem less onerous... you do have one of the milder and less inconvenient ones, after all." He pauses, then shrugs. "And if you are not the truly adventurous sort, there is always monetary compensation."\n\n"Just straight-out buying it? I dunno, it'd have to be a loooot of money." Then, out of curiosity, you add, "How much?" When he tells you, you almost choke. "N-no way! No way you have that much, when you run this dinky little place!"\n\nThe old man giggles. "Oh, I own this place because it is according to my taste. One does not collect and trade in magical artifacts without being exceptionally wealthy, child. I guarantee you, I'm good for it."\n\nYour head spins a little. He's talking about "above the law" levels of money, practically more than some poor traveling martial artist like you can conceive of. Still... getting rid of any of those other problems is almost equally tempting...\n\n<hr>\n[[Mitigate the Jusenkyo curse.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Cure your ailurophobia.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fix your social life.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Money money money money money!|FRanX9x2]]

"Uh... the money," you finally say. Heck, you don't like your curse, but you've lived with it this long. With that much cash, maybe you can solve some of the other problems yourself. "I'll take the money."\n\n"Very well... I like to encourage a little interestingness in people's lives, but if you prefer boring old wealth," the old man sighs. He accepts the hairpin leaf from you and tucks it into one of the cases, then leads you back out front and pulls out... a laptop. You stare as he spends a few moments accessing something, before closing the computer and moving to swing aside a picture and open up a safe. Stacks and stacks of money come out, thunking down on the counter, until finally he pulls out a leather doctor's bag and sets the stacks and something else in it before closing it up. "There you go. I've given you about $1,000,000 to start you off with, the rest is in the account associated with the card I put in as well. It doesn't have a very good interest rate, but you don't get charged at ATMs!"\n\n"Uh... great. Thanks." Still unable to believe that you're about to pick up a million dollars (US... shouldn't it be yen? oh who cares). You then pick up a million dollars, glancing briefly in the case before walking out, lightheaded. Holy crap, you're rich. Like, spend the rest of your life in luxury rich! You stand on the sidewalk outside the shop just taking it in for a moment. You're carrying a million bucks as <i>walking around</i> money. Incredible! You quickly take out the card and tuck it into a hidden pocket inside your tunic you made awhile back... you usually carry a few hundred yen in it, this is considerably more valuable.\n\nWow. The world lays open at your feet, with this much cash. So the question is, where to go now?\n\n<hr>\n[[Back to the dojo.|FRanX9x3]]\n\n[[Check into a high-class hotel.|FRanXPlaceholder]]\n\n[[The airport.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

You're still way too stunned by the enormity of what just happened to start making any big decisions. You decide to head back to the place you're most familiar with, the Tendo Dojo, at least for now. Besides, it is sort of home. Maybe you'll wind up feeling generous and paying Soun back for the housing or something!\n\nIt's fading into evening by the time you get back to the dojo, and you slip in through the front door, intending to head up the stairs to your room. You give a little 'erk' as you almost run into Nabiki coming down the stairs, the brown-haired girl wearing a white tanktop and denim shorts. She stops where she is, quirking her eyebrows and resting one hand on her hip. "Trying to sneak past, Saotome?"\n\n"Uh, not really."\n\n"Sure you weren't. It's coming up on end of the month, which means that payment's coming do for all the various wonderful services I've provided." She dips into a pocket and comes up with a slip of paper, proferring it between two fingers. "Your tab. Between timely hot water, keeping my mouth shut about various things I saw, and one set of emergency clothes, your total comes to $200. Hope you've found a few odd jobs to do."\n\n<hr>\n[[Pay her.|FRanX9x4]]\n\n[[Put her off.|FRanXPlaceholder]]

"Harriet, look out!" you yell, jerking forward and grabbing up the practice saber. It's been completely dulled, but it's still a weighty weapon made of real steel, and you toss it across the room towards her as you shout.\n\nHarriet wheels just as the thing forms a solid black arm, her eyes going wide. But she also sees her sword tumbling towards her as she turns, and snatches it out of the air with her off hand, swinging it up and blocking the shadow-demon's grab with the blade. The black substance reacts with the steel as if the demon was made of dry ice, a loud shriek going through the room and the thing taking a half-step back in reaction.\n\n"Gabriel!" Samsa calls as she scuttles back a few steps, holding out a hand. Her brother tosses her the only saber on the rack with an actual edge on it, only to have to snatch up a blunt weapon for himself as another shadow demon coalesces in front of him. Samsa thrusts her sword at the demon still attacking Harriet, only for it to <i>split</i>, a second creature coming off of it and engaging her with a long plane of darkness in the vague shape of a sword.\n\nYou grab Mary's hand and leap over the bottom step of the bleachers, pulling her along with you, mostly thinking of getting her away and getting to the outer room where you left your wand. Damn the tradition of leaving wands outside of athletics rooms! You yelp and Mary lets out a short scream as one of the creatures wisps into being right in front of you both. You shove Mary behind you and grab up Samsa's practice saber, swinging it desperately every time you see the thing start to reach at you, just trying to hold it back.\n\nHarriet forces her own foe back long enough to glance around. Seeing you and Mary being threatened and barely managing to hold off your attacker, her lips pull back from her teeth in a snarl. Shouting some word that's completely unfamiliar with you, she gives her sword a hard jerk through the air, the blade suddenly glowing as if it were made of glass and had a spotlight shining from within the hilt. She sweeps it up, bisecting through her attacker's chest and causing it to disappate in a whiff of smoke and ash. She immediately spins and sweeps her arm out from its raised position, in one single movement cleaving Samsa's foe's head off and then shouting another word just before letting the sword go. It flies through the air like a well-throne dart, piercing the demon attacking you and Mary through the side. A thunderous boom explodes outward from the blade, vaporizing the demon and knocking the two of you onto your backs. But the sword also lets out a long arc of purple lightning that strikes Gabriel's foe full in the back, making it jerk and twitch silently before it explodes.\n\n"... Sweet merciful God," Gabriel whispers, his eyes wide as he stares at where the demon just was, apparently too distracted to even cross himself at the mention of the Lord.\n\n"I don't think God had much to do with it," Harriet murmurs as she glowers around the room, as if waiting to see if anything else wanted to show up.\n\nGabriel gives her a mildly annoyed look, then says in a distant tone, "Enchanting metal... Harriet, you could be expelled."\n\nYou give a shaky laugh as Harriet walks over to pick up her sword from the floor in front of you. "Priorities, Gabe."\n\n"Running magic through metal is an expulsion offense because it can backlash and kill you," Samsa says, her voice much more quiet and collected, her eyes tracking Harriet as she gives her sword a shake, the glow disappearing as if it had been switched off. "Only seniors in the most advanced combat magic classes are allowed to begin learning even the basics of being a swordmage."\n\n"Well, I'm not dead, so I managed it," Harriet says in an overly casual tone as she helps you to your feet, the both of you turning to pick up the still shocked-silent Mary.\n\n"Two attacks in a matter of months," Samsa continues, apparently deciding to switch subjects slightly. She shifts the sword to her other hand, then makes a face at the fact that her palm is now glowing bright purple. "They're stepping up."\n\n"And both were times I was vulnerable," Harriet adds, trotting quickly to the door and into the little entry area outside, then returning with a fistful of wands, handing you your own first. "So someone nearby is either sending these attacks or alerting the person who is when they should try to get me."\n\n"What were those things?"\n\n"Shadows of demons. Literally. Without an elaborate summoning ritual, a called demon can only send its shadow into our world," Harriet finishes passing the others their wands, Samsa tucking hers into her waistband. "They can't do a lot more than try to grab you, but if they do that they can haul you back to the demon's own realm."\n\nMary quails and presses against your side, and you put a hand on her head, trying to keep the quaver out of your own voice. "O-kay, I think that's enough on the subject of being dragged to Hell for right now."\n\n"Well we're going to have to tell Professor Senna what happened here anyway," Samsa says, holding up her purple hand as if to demonstrate. "Even if it weren't obviously the smart thing to do."\n\n"What's with that?"\n\n"Students aren't supposed to touch the sharpened blades without permission. This will get even brighter if I try to hide it when I'm close to a teacher. I've seen some... embarrassing results from other students who touched the swords when they weren't supposed to."\n\nHarriet snickers, leaning in to whisper to you, "One girl borrowed a longsword from the armory, teacher caught her because she had a purple searchlight shining out of her shorts."\n\n"Why would it be in her-?" You start to ask, before you start snickering. "Oh. I get it."\n\n"I don't?" Mary says curiously, looking up at you.\n\n"Good for you."\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x8]]

You find it surprisingly easy to adapt to the mixture of normal classes and remedial magic lessons that you're given at Aspareth's, and you sort of have to admit that it's mostly due to your dormmates and your new... well, friends. Like, real friends, as weird as the concept may be. Especially over the first few days, every time you think about slipping into your old habits and behaviors, it's like Harriet, Gabriel, Samsa, Mary, or even just a random Winterlion will happen to do something helpful, or kind, or just plain nice, completely derailing your train of thought.\n\nYou'd originally thought that boarding school would make it more difficult for your victims to escape you at the end of the day. It turns out that it's actually made it impossible for you to escape the relentless onslaught of positivity from the people around you. As days turn into weeks, you find that your tendencies towards manipulating others and running them into the ground never seem to get beyond the thought stage, even if someone else doesn't interrupt you. And as weeks turn to months, and you're moved from remedial magic classes into the normal study with the help of other Winterlions, you find the thoughts cropping up less and less as well. The Layla that took joy in seeing tears in others' eyes is beginning to fade away over the course of a semester, and if you notice the change at all, you're finding it difficult to miss her.\n\nWinter turns to spring, and as spring is beginning to turn into summer, you find yourself with your little group of friends in one of the Winterlion athletics rooms, watching Harriet and Samsa practice fencing. Honestly, you're not sure why they're so eager to do all that hopping around and quick moving... even down here below the castle, where it's almost always a little cold, you can't help but be aware that it's getting hot outside. You're even wearing short sleeves and a short skirt (though to be honest you practically always wear a short skirt, especially once you learned 'Minor Protection From Cold'). Though you notice that Gabriel seems to be watching Harriet with an appreciative eye, since the redhead's practicing in a rather snug black two-piece outfit that leaves her midriff bare, Samsa wearing something similar in blue. And you have to admit, both of them do look pretty good... you might be sneaking an appreciative peek of your own here and there, just maybe...\n\nFinally both of them finish up and pull their helmets and protective charms off, revealing sweaty hair and grins. The duo lay their swords on the lowest bench of the small set of stands where the rest of you are seated, then move over to a little computer monitor to check the recording they were making.\n\n"Harriet's probably gonna do spectacular in the interschool fencing championships again next school year," Gabriel comments as he gets up and wanders over to admire some of the own equipment. Probably thinking about taking up the sport himself, like he talks about doing at least once a week.\n\n"So do we get to travel to 'away games', or what? I mean, do we just get on the flying train, or-?" Your question is interrupted as Mary tugs insistently on your sleeve. You blink and look aside... she hasn't been rendered shy and nervous enough around you to fall back on childish behavior in weeks. But right now she's wide-eyed and trembling, apparently rendered mute with <i>terror</i> as she points towards the other girls. Looking over, you can easily see why, your own eyes widening. Something shadowy and smoky is taking form behind where Harriet is bent over the computer, coalescing into something much more solid and masculine in form, something like a tail lashing back and forth silently and leaving wisps of darkness in its wake.\n\n<hr>\n[[Scream.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Toss Harriet her sword.|Aspareth2x7]]\n\n[[Charge it!|Asparethplaceholder]]

"Why'd she ask about Harriet specifically, anyway?" you murmur to Samsa as the two of you exit the train. You get distracted at the sight of the large castle the train is now parked outside, but can't actually linger to look, the press of people behind you keeping you moving up the walk as you go.\n\n"Sshh. Keep your voice down," Samsa whispers, though it's difficult to hear <i>anything</i> over the tumult of hundreds of schoolchildren thronged together. Still, as all of you begin to filter into the entry and start milling about, she leans down to put her head close to yours and continue. "When Harriet was ten, a dark wizard named Histral tried to possess her... something about her being a 'destined point' in a coming conflict."\n\n"What the heck is a 'destined point'?"\n\n"No one's really sure, other than that it means she was gonna be important, maybe even give the win to whoever's side she was on. But as Histral was trying to put all his magic power into Harriet, she managed to turn it against him. Zapped him with a slaying hex, put him down like that." She snaps her fingers in front of your face.\n\n"S-seriously? And she was <i>ten</i>?"\n\n"Yeah. I couldn't fry an egg with magic when I was ten. A lot of people say Harriet could do it because she inherited a lot of Histral's secret spells and experience. Not that she wanted them." Samsa shakes her head, then continues. "But anyway, even though he's dead, a lot of Histral's disciples are still around. Harriet gets attempts on her life sometimes, I guess they want revenge."\n\nYou're still trying to absorb all that when what's obviously a teacher comes to the balcony above and starts giving a very boring speech welcoming everyone back for the new semester. You can hear Gabriel groan from a bit to the side and mutter, "Professor Senna must still be investigating the Crawling Curse." The teacher continues to drone on, your brain tuning most of it out, only picking up that apparently you're supposed to wait here and then enter for some sort of ceremony. You watch everyone file through some doors, leaving you, Mary, and a couple of other students lingering about to line up at the doorway.\n\nWhen you are allowed in, it's to a massive, classy-looking dining room. You have to admit, it certainly looks impressive... especially with the immense column of rough crystal running from floor to ceiling in the center, the milky white stone tapering downward. Apparently following the teacher's instructions, Mary moves forward to touch it, gold color immediately springing forth from her fingertips and running through the crystal, following the lines of various flaws and deposits, while the more solid parts of the crystal turn blue-white. As the gold finishes taking on a shape like a rearing feline, a thunderous roar echoes throughout the dining hall, making you and more than a few other people jump.\n\n"Winterlion!" calls the teacher standing next to the crystal, almost the entire room applauding, with more enthusiastic clapping from the tables set with gold, blue, and white tablecloths.\n\nMary steps away, the crystal fading back to its original coloration. You step up rather nervously, your thoughts still on the whole day prior as much as anything, and reach out to touch the crystal as well. You have to admit you're fairly relieved when gold springs forth and follows the same path as it did for Mary, that massive roar sounding practically comforting.\n\n"Winterlion!" the teacher repeats cheerfully to more applause, and you quickly hurry after Mary, despite enjoying the attention. The younger girl is beaming at you like she just won the lottery as you sit down next to her at the table with her siblings and Harriet, the redhead reaching over to give your shoulder a rub.\n\nThe other new arrivals step forward, with one more coming over to your section of tables. Dinner is good, but a bit perfunctory... it seems like the majority of students are tired after the long train trip and mostly want to go back to their dorms. Soon you're following the crowd back into the entryway and down several halls, and then down several flights of short, broad steps. You're pretty sure this must have once been the basement, or even the dungeons of the castle, but it certainly doesn't look that way now... everything's kept spotlessly clean, and the main room is outfitted with a number of rather upper-class looking antique furniture pieces, as well as a massive fireplace that looks like it's burning several halves of trees instead of just logs. A boy that looks like he might actually be eighteen leaps up onto a low table and taps on a glass bowl with his wand, the sound like a cross between a bell and a gong.\n\n"Everyone! Everyone, please!" At a chorus of groans, he holds up his hands. "I know, I know you're all tired and probably want to unpack and go to bed. This will just take a few moments. We do have several new Winterlions with us, I know you don't want to just let them sink or swim."\n\nYou expect snorts of derision or even laughter at that, but instead there seems to be a general mutter of assent going around, and you actually get a few pats on the back from nearby students. Uh... huh.\n\n"My name is Jake Hobbes, I'm the Winterlion dorm head for the boys. Right up here is Liv Clarks, she's the dorm head for the girls," he continues, gesturing to a girl standing in front of the table who gives a wave. "If you have any problems throughout the year, please feel free to come to either of us for help. Both of us can help you with just about anything, it's just a matter of who you feel more comfortable talking to. Now, new students, please come forward." You make your way up to the table, the crowd parting to let you, and Jake consults a piece of paper taken from inside his robes. "Alright, Mary, Layla, you're sharing a room with Samsa and Jai," he says, pointing out the girl you already know and a tall black girl with her hair in braids. "Elliot, you're rooming with Carl, right there. They can show you the way here in a minute."\n\n"Now," he continues. "Just one more thing, and we'll let you all get to it. As is tradition when we have new Winterlions join us, we pick one of our own who has excelled in the last year to give the traditional toast. As she just won the interschool fencing championship prior to Christmas break, we have chosen Miss Harriet Weaver to give the toast for our new arrivals."\n\nThe other students applaud and there's even a few whistles as Harriet walks over and hops up on the table, grinning at everyone and even shimmying her hips teasingly, earning a few more wolf whistles. She laughs along with the crowd after that, turning a bit to accept the golden cup that Liv passes up to her. But her face goes solemn as she raises it, and the rest of the room falls silent as well.\n\n"... We are the lion in winter. We wait, and offer no aggression to those who do not trespass upon us. But those who do, beware. For we are the lion in winter. And the blizzard shall not sway us, nor the fire deter us, nor loss dishearten us, or even death dissuade us from protecting what is ours. We shall protect our own as if they were more precious than ourselves, and in so doing become greater than we were." She bows her head and closes her eyes, her voice quietening just slightly as she finishes, "We are the lion in winter."\n\nThere's near total silence in the room. You notice many of the students have their heads bowed, some making small gestures, a few even crossing themselves, the Carpenter siblings doing their little cross-kissing ritual. You resist the urge to squirm... you've never experienced something this solemn or serious at a pep rally. And for some reason, you don't want to just laugh this off like a silly ritual... something about the words, the manner, it actually... sticks.\n\nHarriet brings the cup to her lips and sips, then raises it up. "Winterlion." The rest of the room echoes it back enthusiastically, and you add your voice just a fraction of a second off.\n\nMaybe... maybe this <i>is</i> where you belong, after all.\n\n<hr>\n\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x6]]

Out of some 'holy shit SPIDER' instinct, you grab up your bag and swing it, hard, at the glowing form. You almost don't expect the solid impact you get, but the spider is sent flying to the side to smack against the closed door to the cabin. Still operating mostly on 'kill the spider!', you leap to your feet and start stomping on it viciously.\n\nBy then the others have all started awake, and Gabriel quickly finds the cabin lightswitch on his side and flicks it on. Samsa rushes over, shouldering you aside, a thin length of wood in her hands. At the sight of glowing green goo and twitching legs, she lets out a hiss. "A Crawling Curse."\n\n"Are you kidding me?" Harriet says breathlessly, sitting up and staring past the two of you at the dead... thing... on the floor.\n\n"Thank God we had a Réalta with us," Gabriel murmurs, actually fishing out a cross from beneath his shirt and giving it a quick kiss. A moment later Samsa and Mary copy the motion. "If any of the rest of us had woken up first we'd have probably tried to hex it by reflex."\n\nHarriet gives a short laugh, though this one is more breathless and amazed than amused. "God, stars, or coincidence, whoever sent you, Layla, you just saved my life." She stands up, then offers her hand. "Thank you. I'm not sure yet how to say it better than that, but I'll figure out a way. Thank you."\n\n"Um. Sure," you reply, shaking her hand. This all makes you feel... really weird. Like a fish that suddenly learned it could fly, or something.\n\nThe door suddenly slides open, Samsa's wand jerking up to point in that direction. The woman standing there looks like she might be your mother's age, despite her long hair being as white as snow. She's dressed like an almost stereotypical witch, complete with black robes and broad-brimmed pointy hat. She quirks one white eyebrow, and Samsa quickly yanks her wand back down.\n\n"Sorry, Professor Senna!" the older girl blurts.\n\n"I should say so, I've told you more than a few times to rein in that hair trigger wand arm." She glances down, and her eyes widen, making you realize they're red... like, the color, not bloodshot or like a cartoon villain. "... Though it looks like you might have had reason this time." She glances past you. "Harriet, are you alright?"\n\n"Fine, Professor. Layla beat the Crawling Curse to death before it could touch anyone."\n\n"Layla did, hm?" The white-haired woman looks at you appraisingly, and you catch her muttering under her breath, "Not the path I would have predicted." Then she continues aloud, "I was telling students that we've arrived, albeit late. I'll have to look into this, obviously, but the rest of you should go on ahead." She steps back, allowing your companions to grab their bags and shuffle past, carefully stepping over the no longer twitching mess that was the spider-thing. As you start to follow, Professor Senna reaches out a hand to rest on your shoulder. "You're making good choices, Layla. Keep making them and you'll go far."\n\n"Uh. Thanks." Mentally adding a 'whatever', you scurry on past to catch up with the others and join the growing throng pressing towards the train exits. Weird lady.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|Aspareth2x5]]

Curiosity and maybe a little of something else is eating you alive, so you quickly slip back to the entryway to turn the porchlight off and leave the candy bowl out on the front mat, hoping for the best and that any further trick-or-treaters will obey the unspoken honor system. Then you slide out of your shoes and pad barefoot down the hall, carefully pushing the door open enough that you can peek in.\n\nIt looks like in the relatively brief time you were gone, Selina and Felicity have already shed the majority of their costumes, the discarded bits and pieces laying scattered on the floor. They're laying on their side on the bed, Selina in nothing but her purple and black striped stockings, Felicity in her own furry stockings and kitty-ears headband. Their hands roam over each others' bodies as they kiss, stroking along one another's backs and sliding down to stroke or squeeze at pert bare buttcheeks. You bite your lower lip, feeling a certain excitement start to build, not just at the sensual and illicit sight in front of you, but the fact that you're managing to be so sneaky about getting a look at it adds a definite thrill.\n\nFelicity ducks her head to lick and kiss at the side of Selina's neck, even as one of her hands tucks between the blonde's legs. Selina moans softly, the sound barely carrying to the cracked door, her upper leg raising up and laying partially over Felicity, incidentally giving you a good view of Felicity's fingers stroking over and sliding inside Selina's glistening folds. Unable to help yourself, you tug the front of your dress up and slip a hand down the front of your panties, biting your lower lip as you start flicking your fingers over your clit while watching the two teens make love.\n\nSoon Felicity pulls away and turns, Selina rolling onto her back as her friend slips over and straddles her head. Those kitty ears get knocked slightly askew as Felicity tucks her head between Selina's thighs, and you watch the two start to sixty-nine, soft panting and moans caressing over your straining ears. You muffle a moan of your own as you push two fingers into yourself and start slowly stroking them in and out, rubbing along your inner walls as you stare at the two petite girls bucking and squirming against each other on the soft pink comforter covering your guest room bed.\n\nBy the time they seem to be settling down and turning around to cuddle up, exchanging brief, soft kisses, you've worked yourself to three orgasms watching them. Hearing them murmur soft, affectionate things before they start scooting to the edge of the bed, you carefully pull the door back closed and head back down the hall, retrieving your shoes before doing a quick bit of cleanup on your thighs. By the time the girls, costumes mostly properly back in place, come walking down the hall you've turned the light back on and retrieved the half-full bowl of candy from the porch. "Have fun?" you ask nonchalantly, smiling at them.\n\n"Mm-hmm," Selina says with a satisfied smile and a blush, her hand entwined with Felicity's.\n\n"Thank you so much," Felicity adds. "And... if it's not too much trouble... do you think we could come back here sometime? Like we said it's almost impossible for us to find anywhere to have real, actual privacy and be alone together."\n\n"We'd really appreciate it, and we'd try to find some way to pay you back," Selina adds.\n\n<hr>\n[[Probably not a good idea.|HollyOct]]\n\n[[Sure!|HollyOct]]

Hm.... you're kind of interested to see a small and slender little ninja take a pair of cocks that huge. Tapping her name on the menu, you let it close again, Tifa resuming her frantic stroking of her cocks, her tits jiggling and heaving with her panted breaths. It's only a second or two later when the door swings open and Yuffie runs in, the teenage ninja in her khaki shorts and midriff-baring green top, boots pounding on the floor. "Hey, what's up?! I got the call and-!" She jerks to a halt, her jaw dropping open at the sight before her. "What the fu-"\n\nShe doesn't get any further than that before Tifa's lust-glazed red eyes lock on her. Moving with all the expected speed and agility of a level 99 martial artist, Tifa springs forward, grabbing the stunned ninja and swinging her around with a yelp, shoving her forward over a table and pinning one arm behind her, Yuffie yelping as she's twisted into a position where she can't get any traction or lift herself. Tifa pants heavily, staring down at Yuffie for a moment, before those cocks give a rather visible throb. Groaning, the large-breasted woman grabs Yuffie's shorts and yanks them down, baring Yuffie's hairless pussy and pale pucker. "S-sorry, Yuffie, I'm... I can't help it, I'm gonna rape you, I'll make it up to you someday!"\n\n"WHAT?!" Yuffie shrieks, right before the sound turns into a strangled yelp in her throat, her eyes rolling up in her head and her jaw clenching as Tifa moves the tips of her cocks into position and thrusts forward hard, spreading the ninja's pussy and ass around their shuddering girth. Yuffie seems like she's trying to form more protests, from the noises she's making, but she's being rocked against the table so hard by Tifa's thrusts, and the sensation of having both her pussy and ass violated at once by arm-thick pricks is obviously overwhelming her.\n\nLicking your lips, you pull out a chair and take a seat, fishing your own cock and stroking it as you watch Tifa shove deeper and deeper into her friend-turned-fucktoy's holes. "Nnnnh, fuck, fuck, feels so good, feels so good, sorry Yuffie but raping you feels sooooo fucking good," the twin-dicked futanari groans as she pounds deeper and deeper into the teen ninja's holes, her other hand having grabbed Yuffie's free wrist and pulled her arm back as leverage. Her dazed expression gradually turns more and more pleasured, lips curling up in a grin as she thrusts. "Ah! Ah, fuck, fuck it, I'm not sorry at all!" she yowls as she thrusts forward hard enough to finally hilt, the bulge of her lower cock reaching all the way to just underneath Yuffie's top, the outline of it made all the more distinct by the upper cock's pressing it down. "Hnnnh, having your little meat holes wrapped around my pricks feels so good, you thieving ninja bitch, I wish I'd had them so I could have been raping you since the day we met!" she declares as she begins thrusting hard, her still skirt-covered hips slamming against the younger girl's pert little ass.\n\nYuffie can only grunt and mewl in reply, her body shuddering as she's raped, the spurting of juices out of her pussy every time it's thrust into indicating that she's probably cumming every few thrusts from it. Her eyes stay rolled up but her jaw relaxes, tongue lolled out as her brain surrenders to what's happening, lips going slack as she lets out helpless little slutty whimpers and groans. Tifa, meanwhile, just continues to get more and more worked up, her breathing turning into almost hysterical giggles as she fucks away at her plaything, tits jiggling ever more energetically. "Hnh, fuck, fuck, so good, fuck," she gasps out, and you can practically see her INT score dropping as the feeling of Yuffie's tight holes wrapped around two huge, sensitive cocks at once batters at her brain. Her eyes have taken on a completely fuck-crazed look, her tongue lolling out as well, a wicked smile of pure lust curling her lips. "Fuck, fuck, gonna fuck, gonna cum, gonna cuuuuum!"\n\nThe last trails up into an almost animal howl as Tifa thrusts forward, slamming her hips against Yuffie's ass as her immense balls twitch. The ninja's flat belly begins bulging rapidly, the outline of that immense prick showing in it soon disappearing as the inflation of cum lifts her off the table. Yuffie makes a gurgling noise, for just a moment her eyes focusing ahead in a look of shock as her throat bulges. Then they roll up completely as thick geysers of white begin firing out of her mouth, her body trembling as she's filled literally to overflowing with her futanari rapist's load.\n\nEventually Tifa pulls back, her twin cocks sliding out of Yuffie's pussy and ass, the stretched holes immediately starting to gush cum down her thigh-high sheathed legs. Yuffie's head is laying on its side, her cheek down in a puddle of cum, her body twitching as she's obviously on the border of unconsciousness. You grunt softly, your own cock spewing a much more meager load of cum onto the floor as you give in now that the main show's over. Still, it was amazing... better than most of the hentai doujin you ever found on sites you weren't supposed to access! The question is, how to continue?\n\n<hr>\n[[Equip a Thrust Shaft 2XL on Yuffie.|FF7X]]\n\n[[Encourage Tifa to finish the job.|FF7X18x5]]

Networking is important... and, of course, fun. Why not start out by getting a sense of things with the more open set? After all, you can always just keep a low profile and then ditch anyone that's a liability once you decide to move on up. Thusly having rationalized your decision to stay in the less ritzy areas, you begin making your way amongst the crowd.\n\nYou do notice everyone seems a lot friendlier and more open than you're used to. Lots of people that you obviously don't know smile and wave or even say "hi", and it actually takes you a few times to realize they mean you and not someone they know behind you. Getting a little into it, you actually start answering, and there are a few interested compliments on being an American student, apparently quite a rarity around here.\n\nAs you make your way through the crowds, buoyed by your so far easy success with getting positive reactions, something thuds fairly solidly against your chest, practically right into your boobs. You blink and look down, startled by the audacity as much as anything else (you're still in the habit of thinking that most "normals" wouldn't even dare to approach you), seeing a rather mousey-looking girl who seems like she might be a year or so younger than you, or even more. She adjusts her glasses nervously, her long, straight brown hair a little disheveled.\n\n"O-oh, I'm sorry," she stammers, her somewhat squeaky voice lending her British accent a particularly endearing air. "I just, I was, and it's crowded..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Put her in her place.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Brush her off.|Asparethplaceholder]]\n\n[[Aw, she's kinda cute. Like a lost puppy. Maybe be nice, just this once.|Apareth2x2]]

"Um, girls," you suggest, clearing your throat, both of them jerking a little and looking over at you. Selina glances down, then blushes brightly and tugs one of the 'tatters' of her dress around to cover herself. "I understand how you feel, but maybe this isn't a good idea right out here in my living room?"\n\n"Oh, oh, um, we're sorry." Felicity bites her lower lip and squirms. "We just... got carried away."\n\n"Yeah, sorry," Selina murmurs, glancing down.\n\n"No, I understand," you say in a gentler tone. "Hey, I was that age once too, you know. Look, I just don't think maybe you should do it right out here, and with me watching." You smile and stand, making a beckoning motion. Both of them look a little confused, but get to their feet and follow after you as you head down the hall. You open the door to your guest room and gesture inside. "Here. Why don't you two relax in here, in privacy, and... well. When you're ready you can come on out, okay?"\n\n"Oh thank you!" Felicity calls, practically flinging herself at you in a hug (and, you think, sneaking in a nuzzle of your chest). "Thank you so much!"\n\n"We really appreciate it, Holly, thank you," Selina says, stepping up to take one of your hands in both of hers, looking at you with warm, almost adoring green eyes. Then she snags Felicity's hand and tugs her inside, the door swinging shut after them... well, mostly shut. You notice that it's not actually fully closed, just resting against the frame. They probably didn't want to slam it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Peek on them.|HollyOct3x2]]\n\n[[Nope, privacy.|HollyOct]]

"Er... when you say 'fun', you mean...?"\n\n"Well, I was thinkin', been awhile since you've got any of the good stuff, right? I figure you'd like to get some lovin', right?"\n\n"I'm not gonna cheat on my boyfriend," you assert quickly, laughing a little nervously.\n\n"Aw, c'mon, not like he ever needs to know. I mean, you said yourself he ain't been making time for you." You hesitate, and Kuan apparently decides to take that as an opportunity for a push. He slips a hand into his pocket and draws out a roll of bills thick enough to make your eyes widen some. "Tell you what, let's make it sweeter. You and me will have a real good time, and I'll throw in a hundred bucks on top of it, just to give you some extra incentive."\n\n"... uh..." You're not sure you're entirely processing this situation. Is he really suggesting...?\n\n"Or hey, you and I could fool around!" Elisa chirps, eyes twinkling as she gives her full chest a little shake, large breasts wobbling gently under her tanktop. "I mean, it's not reeeeally cheating if it's another girl, right?"\n\n"Hell yeah. Tell you what, I'd like to see that, so we'll make it $500 for you and Elisa to get it on," Kuan suggests cheerfully. "We can head back to our place, you two can have the bed to yourselves, cash up front and everything. C'mon, girl, it's just some fun, nobody's gotta know."\n\n<hr>\n[[Take $100 and do Kuan.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take $500 and do Elisa.|GGBad]]\n\n[[Take nothing and do nothing, you're out.|GGBad]]

"FfffFUCK!" you yowl. "Fuck, I love your cock, fucking rape me baby!" you gasp out, reaching back and up to grab at his neck, hauling him down so you can feel him closer on top of you as he takes you, feel that power, that relentless killing machine that's pounding your sodden pussy. "Rape me, rape me like you would any fucking pig human, fuck me!"\n\nThere's absolute silence for a moment, before Striped Trouble lets out a trill that the nanites choose to translate as 'the noise of ultimate happiness'. He almost instantly begins thrusting a lot harder, pounding you forward against the piloting bench, leaving you to yowl and shriek in shameless pleasure as your pussy clamps around him in orgasm. His bony reptilian hands slip under you, grabbing indelicately at your perky little tits, his claws leaving stinging scratches that have you reveling in them even amidst all the pleasure from your pussy.\n\nBoth of you yowl, one more inhumanly than the other, as he thrusts forward and floods your pussy with potent Raptarran cum. But his glistening red shaft has barely finished spurting inside you when he yanks it out and rams it all up your ass in a single thrust, making you yowl in another, more intense orgasm as your ass is violated. You buck back against him, urging your ass onto his cock, your voice breathy and desperate as you cry out. "Fuck, fuck baby, rape me, rape me hard, rape my bitch ass!"\n\n"Nnnh, raping you is so good," Striped Trouble low-shrieks, that long, powerful tongue flicking out and dragging along your back, neck, and the side of your head, before he closes his jaws around your shoulder. You groan happily at feeling him exert just enough pressure to leave a series of little punctures in the shape of his muzzle, the clicks and hoots escaping him all possessive and adoring even as he brutally pounds you against the pilot bench as if trying to destroy your ass.\n\nEventually he pulls out, giving himself a few last strokes with one of his bony hands as he decorates your trim ass and sleek back with the rest of his load while you writhe and moan beneath him. After a few moments you roll over again, spreading your legs wide and hooking them around his as he moves to start thrusting back into his pussy, that dragonlike face lowering in close to yours, sharp teeth in near your face. You groan happily, running your hands along the sides of his neck as you draw him in. "Rape me, baby, rape me forever," you gasp out.\n\n"Nnnnh, yes, my darling slut-warrior, I will rape you for the rest of our lives," he hoots back, that toothy maw spreading so that you can suck on his tongue, bobbing your head over it and swirling your own tongue around it, figuring fellating his tongue is probably the closest the two of you will get to an actual kiss.\n\n<hr>\n[[Continue.|BadCypher10x6]]

"I'll help you with your systems problem, if y'want," you offer. "I know how it can drive you crazy to have something you just can't get to the bottom of." \n\n"Oh I <i>know</i>, right?!" Celest squawks, putting her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes closed, her tentacles wriggling a bit in agitation. "I've gone over everything I can think of until my brains are sore, but I just cannot find the problem with the teleporter!"\n\n"... The teleporter?" You blink... then go a little pale, starting to pat yourself down.\n\n"Oh, no no no, you're fine, you're fine," Celest says, waving her hands a bit at you as she gets up, then beckons you to follow her. A little dubious now, you nevertheless fall into step behind her as she continues. "It works just fine when it's beaming up a single being, or nonliving items, or anything like that. No, you're completely fine." She pauses, glancing over her shoulder at you. "There's like a one in a billion chance your organs are now 'mirrored' so that they're on the opposite side of your body, but that's not going to affect your life at all, really."\n\nShe continues on while you're trying to figure out how to determine if your right and left kidney are still on the right and left. "Anyway, no, the problem is that when I try to teleport two living beings at the same time, they tend to get... mixed up," she says sheepishly. "Apparently Earth organisms... especially humans... have genetics that are the equivalent of legos, compared to life in the rest of the galaxy. You just sort of... click together with other stuff super easy."\n\nYou stare at her as the two of you emerge into room with several large, yellow round daises scattered about, the floor of them and the ceiling above glowing faintly yellow. "Are you saying you want to beam me around and deliberately mix me up with other stuff?"\n\n"I promise, every single time it's happened I've been able to undo it really easily by just reversing the teleport," she says soothingly as she turns towards you, making a few placating gestures with her hands. "The thing is, if I have a single subject for multiple beamings and mixings, I'm almost certain I can use the readings to track down where the system error is occurring. I couldn't just do that to some poor person I snagged out of nowhere and started in on with no explanation!" She puts her hands together and pouts at you over them. "Pleeeease, Cyan? It'll take like three, four... five beamings at the most, tops! It won't hurt or anything either, I mean, people do kinda tend to get... upset... but it's just the shock! This has really been driving me nuts, and I'll be super grateful if you can help me figure it out!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Oh... fine!|GGAlien1x4]]\n\n[[No way, you're going home, right now.|GGAlien]]

It's a pretty early morning, after all, and you'll still have to track down a horse somewhere. (You hope you don't have to steal the horse itself, that's usually a pretty severe crime in these sorts of settings.) You shift into a slightly uncomfortable position, then close your eyes, settling into a doze.\n\nA bit later you faintly hear the door to your room start to edge open, and quickly slip your hand under your pillow to grasp your dagger. You watch the door swing open further to show a pair of the identically-garbed women from downstairs, one with her arms around the other and fondling her ass, while the one being groped feels her way along with one hand. Both glance over at you, the one with her butt getting squeezed (a half-elf like you) grinning wickedly. "Sorry, wrong room. Ah... unless it's not...?"\n\n"Uh, thanks, but I've got an early morning," you reply dryly, though your cheeks do heat a little.\n\nBoth women giggle, stepping back into the hall, the other half-elf pulling the door closed behind them. You snicker a little as you close your eyes again. A guild, right. Still, you find your hand feels more comfortable where it is, with your weapon held in it.\n\nWhen you glance at the window after coming out of your doze at one point, you see the sky lightening a little. Heading downstairs, you look around for a clock and find it's about six. Trotting out and into the streets, you spend a little while orienting yourself and letting your brain supply information about directions and where the west gate is from here. You also do a few quick break-ins of locked street stalls, liberating some gold and jewelry to make sure you have enough for a horse.\n\nBy the time the rest of the party gathers, you've purchased a lean black stallion, one bred for speed and agility, and have spent a half hour trying to come up with a more creative name than 'Shadow'. You give up as the gates are swung open for your party and the lot of you take off at a light trot down the road. Patting his neck affectionately, you say aloud, "Sorry, boy, looks like you're stuck with a stereotype."\n\n"Named th' horse Shadow, didn'cha?" Ulf grunts from nearby, where he's atop a horse so short and squat that it almost looks like a crossbreed of a Clydesdale and a pony. At your shrug and grin, he actually gives a bit of a grin himself, teeth showing amidst his thick red braided beard. "Had a 'Shadow' meself when I was a child of barely thirty."\n\n"Everyone's first black animal, be it pet or steed, is named 'Shadow'," Konrad says with a chuckle.\n\n"That is simply not true," Zadaan objects with a quiet huff. "The first black lizard I ever owned was named 'Zorothastria', after an era of Hylasian history in which-"\n\n"Every <i>normal</i> person's first black pet is named Shadow," Konrad interrupts, rolling his eyes again.\n\n"They're all the same color to me," Alanna says, laughing.\n\nYou ride throughout the day, alternately chatting with one another and keeping an eye out for bandits or monsters. Around noon you guide the horses off the road and begin going across open country. As the light begins to fade, Konrad points out a good spot to make camp, and everyone dismounts, starting to set up tents. (Alanna and Zadaan apparently both have magical ones, simply throwing cloth squares to the ground so that they pop up as fully-assembled tents.) You try not to let dismay show on your face as you realize you forgot to buy a tent for yourself. As a fire is built and dinner prepared, you ponder what to do with yourself.\n\n<hr>\n[[Crash in Konrad's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Ulf's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Alanna's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Crash in Zadaan's tent.|GGRogueplaceholder]]\n\n[[Sleep outside.|GGRogue1x6]]

Well, you've come this far on trust. Taking a deep breath and hoping it doesn't turn you into one of those sex-bots Mal mentioned earlier, you accept the injection gun and press the tip to the side of your neck before pulling the trigger. You wince a little at the strange pressure you feel as the thing hisses, but once it's done you lower the device and set it aside, waiting to feel anything different.\n\nInstead, after a moment of looking at you thoughtfully, the Raptarran nods. "Good," he says, voice smooth and slightly sibilant. "This will make things far easier for both of us."\n\n"I can understand you, I-" You blink, glancing at the empty injection gun. "Translator nanites?"\n\n"Hnh, you continue to surprise me, human," he almost grumbles, though you actually think you detect a pleased tone somewhere in there. You therefore don't enlighten him that it's just something you saw on a sci-fi show once. "Yes. It is normally forbidden for us to use them on 'lower species'. Only those of our slaves who have supposedly earned the right, like that Breeding Hunt veteran you talked to earlier, are allowed to learn our mighty language, and then they are forced to do so either via the normal way, or by brainwave induction," he explains as he turns towards the door, starting to move along quietly again, you slipping after him.\n\n"Then why have them?" you ask in a whisper.\n\n"Because we are capable of making them," he answers in a soft hiss, glancing back and forth down the corridor before slipping out. "And in case of 'emergencies'. Which this is not. This is in fact a violation of everything I should be doing. That hunt was intended to be my ascension to both adulthood and the exploratory fleet, where I would earn a name of my choosing. And now-"\n\nHe falls silent, quickly ducking into a small alcove. You hurry along with him, trying not to start as he grabs one of your arms and hauls you in close, pressing your naked body in below his chest. You feel his warm, sleek-leather body above you, looking up at the careful crane of his head as he both watches and listens. You do your best not to squirm, relaxing a bit as he releases your arm and stands up, but stays loomed above you.\n\n"Now, because I cannot get the thought of you saving my life out of my mind, I am dooming myself to not only never take my proper place among my people, but to be forever stuck with my clutch name," he grumbles, glancing down at you. "'Striped Trouble'."\n\nYou can't help but give a soft laugh at that, grinning up at him. "Well. I think 'Striped Trouble' is awesome."\n\nYou could just almost swear that he blushes. Nah, must be your imagination. He steps sideways to move around you, and darts down the hall, this time moving a little faster, scythe-claws lightly clicking on the floor, you hurrying after him. Soon he steps into some sort of large, circular room, and once you're inside with him it begins humming, the faint feel of motion surrounding you. When the doors slide open and both of you step out, the hallways now have floor-to-ceiling windows... showing the steady brightness of stars in the black, and glimpses of other parts of the facility. "Come, we will take a ship," Striped Trouble explains as you both hurry down the hallway. "Once we are well within non-Raptarran borders they should not be overly zealous about pursuing us. The occasional local bounty hunter or even a Raptarran specialist, but we should be able to overcome that with care."\n\nSuddenly there's a roar of "HALT, TRAITOR!" from behind you. Striped Trouble instantly snatches you up, holding your naked body against his as he sprints forward. There's the sound of something crackling as a blue splotch of energy zings by, barely missing him. Approaching the end of the hallway, he tosses you behind one apparent barricade to the side of the hallway and ducks behind the other, popping up to fire a blue blast from his own rod-shaped weapon at the approaching Raptarrans wearing black bandoliers. "We will not make it to the ship with them stepping on our tails!" he shrieks to you. "You are next to a computer control panel, open it and engineer a countermeasure!"\n\n"How the hell do I do that?!" you call back even as you're scrabbling to yank the wall panel open, revealing a nest of glowing wires, chips, and a small touchscreen.\n\n"The nanites should have given you a basic understanding of our technology!" he caws and chirps back, firing off another few wild blasts before ducking back behind his cover. "Just think of something!"\n\nYou swallow, staring at the rat's nest of technology. But you <i>can</i> read the touchscreen, and you actually think you're getting it as you start tapping at the buttons. Alright, you think... you think you've got some idea. You could either program the computer to accept Striped Trouble's total authority, essentially making him God as far as the system is concerned, or you could unlock the cache of assault blasters above the access panel.\n\n<hr>\n[[Give Stripe authority.|BadCypher]]\n\n[[Grab the blasters.|BadCypher10x3]]

Feeling ridiculously, daringly naughty because you're going to peek at a dirty movie with almost no chances of getting caught, you turn on the TV and make sure to crank the volume nice and low before you start perusing the titles. You wind up giggling and snickering at some of the titles, and staring in shock at others wondering if people actually get off on that sort of weird stuff. Still, it looks like there's plenty to choose from to sate your curiosity.\n\n<hr>\n[[Catgirl Dickgirls Git Wit'girls|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Spanking Sorority Sluts Seventy-Seven: Susan Strikes Suddenly|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Dominateens: Teaching Teacher a Lesson|CheerMotel]]\n\n[[Muscle Lesbians 12: The Prison Gym|CheerMotel]]

You quickly type in a fake security code, doing a few quick switches of chips before typing in another, then yank out several of the glowing wires with a shower of sparks. The hatch above the panel pops open slightly, and you quickly yank it open to reveal a row of [[bronze-colored, vaguely predatory-shaped rifles|http://i.imgur.com/fUVPbfW.jpg]]. "Stripe!" you call, grabbing one and tossing it to him, the Raptarran dropping his stun-rod to catch the rifle and quickly swinging it up, starting to fire much faster, more accurate green bolts down the hallway, sending several of the Raptarran guards scurrying. As he starts backing towards the hatch behind you, you grab a pair of the rifles and stand up above the cover, flicking them to autofire and sending a hail of the green bolts down the hallway, less trying to hit anything and more trying to make anywhere within your view a very, very bad place to be. "THE CLAWLESS PREY ANIMAL SAYS HI, MOTHERFUCKERS!"\n\n"Human! Come on!" Striped Trouble shrieks.\n\nTurning, you toss him one of your rifles, which he catches, somewhat mimicking your other stance and covering you with another hail of blaster bolts as you keep low and scurry past him through the open hatch. Striped Trouble backs through more slowly, keeping up the hail of blasterfire until he absolutely has to stop so he can turn and run, the two of you making your way quickly through a few short passages and out onto what's apparently a bridge. The stations all feature holographic displays in front of sort of bumplike areas raised from the floor and padded on top. Striped Trouble moves to the one at the center of the forward area and settles down onto the bump, which apparently serves as the Raptarran version of a chair. Hurrying to one of the further forward ones, you straddle the bump, squirming a little as your semi-bare pussy rubs against the leather and your ass sticks out some from having to settle so low and lean forward to reach the holocontrols.\n\n"There's a course already laid in," you note, glancing over your shoulder.\n\n"I uploaded it before I ever came to your room, key to accept it," Striped Trouble hoots as he glances over the pair of smaller holoscreens to either side of him, clawed fingers tapping at them. "This ship can easily outrun anything else in the yard and make it to the jump point, after that it may well take them months to find us."\n\n"Alright, accepting course," you reply as you work your own panel.\n\n"I will register you with the ship," Striped Trouble chirps. "... What is your name, human?"\n\n"Cypher," you reply with a grin, glancing over your shoulder again. "Name's Cypher." Well. Why not? You've gotten pretty darned far from your old life, where you never would have dreamed of firing energy blasts at pursuing alien Velociraptors. Maybe it's time for a badass new name to go with the badass individual that does that.\n\n"Very well," Striped Trouble chuffs in reply. A minute later, the viewscreen in front of you flashes, and begins swirling with numerous colors, the whole screen shifted slightly to blue. You glance up as Striped Trouble clicks his way across the bridge to stand near you. "This is the newest escort in the Raptarran exploratory fleet, <i>Violator of Silver Star Elves</i>. My people will be... most unhappy with my stealing it, but a combination of pride at my accomplishment and not wanting to face their own monster will no doubt temper their rage," he adds with a rumbling set of clicks that the nanites translate as a chuckle. \n\nYou laugh a little yourself, straightening up and looking him over... then staring a bit, your cheeks coloring as you see the jutting, glistening red thing below his belly. "Um, you're kind of..." You trail off, flicking a finger towards it and glancing away.\n\n"Hm?" He glances beneath himself, then lifts his head to look at you, tilting it in curiosity. "Yes, of course I am. I was staring at your lovely ass and thinking how I'd like to fuck it. Especially since I never got the chance to rape and impregnate you back on the hunt planet."\n\nYou turn your head back to stare at his face. "... I'm going to have to do some adjusting in how I take statements like that, aren't I?"\n\n"Hnh. I suppose we will both have to adjust," he allows, shifting slightly to turn his erection so that it's not pointing directly at you. \n\n<hr>\n[[Well... it's not like you said no...|BadCypher10x4]]\n\n[[Maybe it's time to get some rest.|BadCypher]]

The angel wings aren't expensive and they are kind of cute. Besides, if nothing else you bet you can wear them and it will tickle your parents, probably allowing them to make a wide assortment of cutesy comments. Hey, they give you a roof over your head and buy you nice stuff, it's good to throw them a bone occasionally. You snag the feathery things from the bin and take them up to the counter, the redhead cheerfully ringing you up and carefully folding them and placing them in a bag. "I hope they're heavenly for you!" she says with almost annoying cheer, but since it seems sincere you give her a pass.\n\nWith the majority of your current liquid cash gone, you decide to go ahead and head home. Once you're there, you receive a text from an MMO friend notifying you that they're getting a group together for a task force. Tossing the bag onto the bed absentmindedly, you settle in at your computer and pass the rest of the day killing mobs and managing boss fights. It's not even until you're getting undressed for bed, pulling off your t-shirt and tossing it aside, that you notice the bag laying on your bed and remember its contents. You pull out the angel wings, looking them over and eyeing the straps... then glancing at the mirror on your wall. Then down at yourself, where you're currently wearing only your thong. Then you smirk a bit... well, you did buy them to take selfies in, sort of. Admittedly this would probably be the more private sort of selfie, since you currently don't have anyone you'd want to send one like this to, but sometimes this sort of thing is for your own amusement.\n\nYou pull on the plastic straps, fastening them to cross in an X between your breasts, where they wind up sort of framing your boobs... hm, they're actually decently hard to see against bare skin. You shift them a little to get them more comfortable, then walk over to stand in front of the mirror and pose a little, just to see how they look. Kinda cute, like one of the Victoria Secret models, but with a tiny hint of Suicide Girl, you think with a snicker. You raise your phone to take a snap, then drop it and gasp as an odd clenching sensation runs through your back. You lurch forward, bending in on yourself and hugging your stomach as your back twitches and shudders. A sort of heat... actually heat's not the real word for it, you can only really call it <i>brightness</i>, radiates through your muscles from around your shoulderblades, filling your body and making you tremble with a strange mixture of awe and sexual pleasure. Your shoulders jerk and roll, and you can feel pumping motions running through muscles, but muscles that feel strange and new to you, and come with a loud rushing noise around your ears.\n\nEventually the feeling fades, and you pant softly as you straighten up. As you focus again, your reflection stares back at you with wide eyes... probably has something to do with the now positively majestic white wings spreading from your back. You open and close your mouth a few times in shock, especially as you watch the wings give a slight shift... one that you can feel in the muscles running all through them. "What in the h-" Your throat actually tightens a little, making you grunt and bring a hand up to press against the front of it. \n\nYou're distracted from the strange feelings and the sight in front of you by the sound of a knock at your door, your head whipping towards it and wings spreading just slightly in a visible sign of alarm. "Cyan?" your mother's voice calls. "Are you okay? It sounded kind of like you were being sick..."\n\n<hr>\n[["I'm fine!"|GGMCE]]\n\n[["Mom help!"|GGMCE]]

"The going unnoticed one," you finally offer. You usually go pretty unnoticed as it is, but there have been times where people paying attention to you has been your worst fear. Maybe if this works it will actually be helpful!\n\n"Alright. The incantation's pretty short, at least, but it's a real mouthful." Maya spends a bit reading, lips moving as she tries to mentally sound out the gibberish words, before finally speaking aloud. "Tu frydajan dra vilg oui fyhd, hu uha femm ajah hudela ed. Ku hidc, hid frana oui mega!" She glances up once she's finished. "Did it work? Anything?"\n\nShrugging, you try to concentrate. After a moment of not feeling any different, you glance up at her. "I don't notice anything." You wait for a reply, but Maya is just flipping through the book idly, eyes fixed on the pages. "... Well, sorry to disappoint," you say in a slightly hurt tone. When she continues to say nothing, you frown. "Maya? Hey, Maya?" You stand up, poking her shoulder, to which she doesn't react other than to flip another page. "Oh, ha ha, real funny. ... Seriously, enough." You wave a hand in front of her face... but she doesn't even blink.\n\nDeciding to take a risk, you reach out and give her arm a fairly solid pinch... or at least as solid as you dare. You sincerely doubt Maya would put up with that for the sake of a joke, but she doesn't even twitch, much less smack you and call your name like she would normally. Growing a bit alarmed, you try concentrating again. Maya immediately looks up. "So, anything?"\n\n"Um..." At a bit of a loss, you try again, and watch as her head immediately drops from you back down to the book. Curious, you reach out and tug on the book, Maya yielding it up to you without effort and immediately reaching over to pick up the TV remote and turn it on, starting to browse channels as if not even having noticed herself switch activities. You walk over to the wall and turn the lights on and off a few times... nothing.\n\nShe really doesn't notice anything you do! Even when you make changes to what she's doing at the moment, she just seems to roll with them. And at that realization, several thoughts of course come to mind...\n\n<hr>\n[[Be naughty.|QOBook]]\n\n[[Be good.|QOBook]]

"Thrust Shaft" isn't a very exact name... but given the sort of sim this is, you have a general idea what it probably is. Like, a 50/50 guess at the very least. When you tap it mostly out of curiosity, though, it brings up a new menu with several more options... apparently there's not just the one type.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Standard|FF7X]] - Apparently the 'default'. Though you bet it's more of a default for porn rather than a realistic default.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft XL|FF7X]] - The "extra large" version, you're guessing. Since as noted it's probably working off of a porn... or hentai... scale, you can only imagine what the XL must be like.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft 2XL|FF7X18x2]] - Just even bigger than the last one? You'd hope it would be more interesting than that, but eh.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft EQN|FF7X]] - That one, you've got no real clue. 'EQN'? That's not a size label you're familiar with.\n\n[[Thrust Shaft Conversion|FF7X]] - 'Conversion'?

Everyone's abuzz about the potential of nanomachines, after all... everyone's rushing to be the one that actually gets them working (and working for something useful) first. So not only is this a chance to challenge your own abilities, but possibly get your name in the history books. And honestly, if there's a scientist out there who could say with complete honesty and sincerity that they didn't care about being remembered for their contributions, you've never met them.\n\nYou decide to take the job at Eclipse Robotics, and soon you're having your things packed up and readied for the move to the apartment accommodations they're generously providing for you. Just before you shut down your computer to start packing it up, you receive an email... looks like it's from the HR department at Green Dawn. They're asking if you're ready to help create a better, greener tomorrow.\n\n<hr>\n[[Be complimentary.|EcliA1x1]]\n\n[[Be snide.|EcliB1x1]]

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend," you agree, bobbing your head. "He's nice, I really like him."\n\n"Oh yeah? Pretty serious with you two?"\n\n"I mean yeah, I guess so?" You rub the back of your neck. "I dunno what 'serious' really is at our age, but, y'know. We're close, yeah."\n\n"So how come you two aren't hanging out today, huh?" Kuan finally speaks up, voice rich and curious as he looks at you.\n\nYou make a face. "His friends have been monopolizing his time lately." It actually feels good to get some of this off of your chest, even if it is to two strangers. "Like every single time I try to find time to get together his buddies have already pressured him into plans."\n\n"What, he ain't making time for you? That's bullshit," Kuan asserts, which you can't help but give a nod of agreement to. "Got a girl like you and he isn't makin' time. I mean, is he at least giving you some good lovin' or...?"\n\n"I mean... it was good when we were, but... it's been awhile," you admit, squirming a little on the seat. "You know, finding time. And stuff." Since it's not like the two of you can just check into a motel or go to someone's apartment, it always has to be time stolen when one of you's parents are out of the house. But you decide not to mention that.\n\n"That's definitely some bullshit, baby. You must be pent up as hell." Kuan grins again, sitting back. "Y'know, we could help you with that, show you some fun. Maybe even find a good party to go to, let off some steam, y'know?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Uh, fun?|GGBad2x2]]\n\n[[Party, huh?|GGBad3x1]]

He's literally naked and not paying attention at the moment. Grinning, you slowly and carefully bring a hand up to your belt and unsheath one of your throwing daggers, then wait until he's swimming away before creeping silently out of the shadow and across the floor. You wait until he's right in the middle of the pool... where it seems the deepest... before squatting down at the edge and calling out, "Hi!"\n\nHe splutters with a faceful of water, drawing up and treading water, staring at you with wide eyes. You can practically see the thoughts whirling behind the glowing red circles, so you give the throwing knife a little toss and catch it by the blade just to draw his attention to it. "Let's see, you're in about ten feet of water, give or take two feet, meaning that if you start trying to cast any spells it's a tossup over whether you'll be interrupted by the water closing over your head first or my knife between your eyes first. You wanna find out or you wanna live a bit longer while just swimming in place?"\n\nHe scowls, but slowly brings his arms out to the sides and keeps them there, kicking his legs. "As if you weren't going to kill me anyway, elf," he hisses.\n\n"Ah, ah, half-elf, and I don't even give a shit about the half, if we're honest," you chirp, wagging a finger at him. "Let's not turn this into a pissing match over who hates who, because you automatically win since I don't hate you."\n\nHe frowns, almost as if confusion, then snorts. "Then you're just here to rob me."\n\n"Pretty much! No dying has to be involved, and I really prefer it that way. Mm?" You duck your head a bit, looking him right in the eye. "Believe me?"\n\n"... Yes, I suppose I do. Very well, what do you want of me?"\n\nAt least one particularly lewd answer flashes through your mind, but instead you say, "Slowly swim over here and walk up the steps. You do anything that looks like the start of a spell, my throwing hand gets itchy. Understood?"\n\n"Understood." Sighing, he swims over, arriving at the stone steps and planting his feet, slowly making his way up the steps with his hands still a bit raised. Water streams down his black skin and drips from his hairless balls and that long, swaying cock, and you resist the urge to lick your lips as you gesture him in front of you, then slip behind and pull a pair of cuffs from your pouch. This body was apparently prepared for anything, though you can feel it preparing for certain things as you clip the metal bands around his wrists and lock them. "And what will you do with me now, hm?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Talk to him.|GGRogue1x14]]\n\n[[Molest him.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

<b>December 3, 2018</b>\n* And so we head into the last DW build of 2018. And we start with a few things of [[cherub Jamie and the married woman|ChJa2x1]].\n<b>December 4, 2018</b>\n* Moar cherub Jamie.\n<b>December 6, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Commander Erin can now [[agree to let the Raptarran fuck her|TrekF5x3]] in exchange for technological secrets.\n<b>December 7, 2018</b>\n* More Fuck Trek stuff.\n* Eric-Ranma can [[hurry past|FRanX5x3]] the cum-bloated Kasumi in her quest to save Akane.\n<b>December 8, 2018</b>\n* More Ranma stuff, including being able to drain Kasumi instead.\n<b>December 10, 2018</b>\n* Jamie now has answers to give when visiting [[Honesty's Reward|QODS2x4]].\n<b>December 11, 2018</b>\n* Holly can now [[untie one of the reindeer on her roof|HollyXmas5x2]].\n<b>December 12, 2018</b>\n* Jamie can now agree to [[abandon the normal life|QOSuc3x2]] and run off with Mary.\n<b>December 13, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie's adventures in the isekai world Mary secured for his enjoyment.\n<b>December 14, 2018</b>\n* A bit of a classic, [[Anubilis tormenting Rei|HLSenshi20x1]] (with donkey transformation).\n<b>December 17, 2018</b>\n* Some of the options under Maya and Jamie playing with the [[Magic Book|QOMaya1x1]] have been removed for either being too difficult to convey in this medium, or for overlapping too much with other content.\n* Speaking of which, "Magickez Mozt Forbihden" is now available.\n* Cyan can now purchase the [[Lone Survivor|GGMCE8x1]] costume from the clothing emporium.\n<b>December 19, 2018</b>\n* Some stuff for Cyan to do with [[Poison Alter|GG-FF-PAStart]] in SIMFITE.\n<b>December 20, 2018</b>\n* Eric-as-Homura can now [[patrol the halls|Homura1x3]] after taking the palace guard job.\n<b>December 21, 2018</b>\n* More of Jamie and Maya poking at the Forbidden Magic section of the book. (Jamie has also been given a last name. Unless I have already given him a last name and forgotten it, in which case I am a doof.)\n<b>December 26, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can now elect to [[get some toys|GGParent3x8]] to enhance her toying with Karen.\n<b>December 31, 2018</b>\n* Cyan can suggest she and her mother [[calm down|GGCandy4x1]] after their blue candy-fueled futa fucking.

You like electronics. They are shiny, make fun noises, and allow you to access the internet so as to give you chances to annoy other people. You cruise on into the large, well-lit store, which is currently full of fresh new electronics on display with nary a fingerprint to be seen on them. Wow, they must have opened a <i>really</i> short time ago! You've only been looking around for a minute or two when you're approached by a tall, lean, woman with her hair twisted into a ducktail, and little half-rim glasses perched on her nose. She's wearing a fairly nice suit instead of the khakis and polo shirt you'd usually associate with an electronics store employee, but she does have a name badge on... maybe she's the regional manager here for the opening or something?\n\n"Good day, I'm Lilith, and it's a pleasure to welcome you to Brightstar Electronics," she says evenly, without an overabundance of the fake customer service cheer you'd been subconsciously bracing yourself to answer in kind. "Can I help you find anything today?"\n\n"No, just browsing, thanks," you reply, expecting that to be the end of it.\n\n"Well, if I could perhaps encourage you to do more than browse?" Your slight shock at that response must show, because she smiles slightly. "Don't worry, this isn't a 'hard sell', I've no intention of hounding you. But for this store's grand opening, we're having a limited run special... an interest-free finance plan, where you pay what you want each month for the first year, and as little as ten dollars a month after that until the item is paid off."\n\nThat gets your attention, since even you can manage that easily enough. Heck, that's less than the cost of some of the MMOs you're subscribed to. "Huh, that does sound pretty good. Is that just on the like low-end stuff, or...?"\n\n"Certainly not, it's on everything in the store. We don't run those sort of limited promotions at Brightstar. But if I could perhaps show you a few select items that I think you'd find very worth your time?" She beckons, and you're hooked enough that you follow her along as she walks along, indicating various displays. "Brightstar is more than a simple retail chain, we're also a new but very strong contender in the field of electronics production. Our [[smart watch|GGME]] is far more powerful than anything else you'll find on the market. Our [[universal remote controls|GGME]] are indeed universal, with none of the awkward and lengthy steps necessary for pairing to other devices that lesser contenders use. Hm, could I assume that you're an artistic sort...?"\n\n"I dabble," you admit, shrugging. Both of your parents are artists after all, and you're actually fairly decent if you say so yourself, but you haven't really pushed yourself to get a ton better.\n\n"Our [[art tablets|GGME2x2]] would allow you to do more than dabble... powerful tools can assist you in making dreams reality. These are, in fact, geared heavily towards character model generation, with intuitive scanners and numerous options for making models that are incredibly real. Or perhaps you'd be interested in a new personal computer? It is <i>quite</i> expensive... but as noted, you have your whole life to pay it off," she notes as she comes to a stop next to the bright, shiny red-cased computer which glows internally with orange and yellow lights, the nearby monitor playing a fiery screensaver while the lit keyboard displays similar colors to the case lights. "[[The Diablo|GGME]] is a top-of-the-line gaming rig, with a sextuple-core processor, sixty gigabytes of memory, and six overclocked cooling fans. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of understanding the rest of the specifications yourself, to judge by the look in your eyes. Its proprietary OS will allow you to run anything you wish, I assure you. Now, if you are indeed interested in any of these items, I've a contract for the payment plan right here," she notes, lifting up a sheaf of papers from somewhere. "You only need to sign, and whichever of these things you find needful can be yours."

Figuring Adjustment Mode is probably just something to smooth out the model's file type for saving and exporting to other stuff, you tap the toggle on and hit Commit. Some bit of motion makes you glance up, and you wind up staring at the sight before you.\n\nAs you watch, the survey lady is changing, much like she did when you moved the sliders, except everything's happening at once. Her wrinkles are smoothing out and disappearing, back straightening and shoulders squaring up some, breasts rising and firming even as they expand outward. She seems completely unaware of anything that's happening even as her clothes alter to accommodate her hips as they shift into more youthful, idealized curves and snug up against a flat, trim stomach and slender waist. Her growing breasts press more firmly against her clipboard as her arm is steadily pushed out along with it, her eyes clearing as she searches for her next potential target.\n\nYou frantically glance around, but no one seems to have even blinked at the fantastic sight taking place before you. In fact no one seems to be treating the fact that there's now a woman with ginormous tits in their midst, other than the obvious handful of appreciative or envious glances. Taking advantage of a man who slowed to admire the view, the woman approaches him about the survey, and you recognize him as having passed earlier. Neither seem to find it odd whatsoever that she's changed from a sixty-year-old granny-type into a huge-breasted young knockout.\n\nFeeling lightheaded, you turn off the tablet (which doesn't affect her appearance whatsoever) and flip its cover into place before slipping it into your bag, then heading home in a daze. You... you can't have really seen that, can you? Except that it seemed really... really real, and you don't feel like you've been asleep or just woke up, other than the fact that you're experiencing some heady disconnect from your own senses. Flopping to sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, you haul the tablet back out and turn it back on. The startup screen this time offers a 'Load Last Scan?' option, and doing so brings up the image of the mall area you were in, and the people (including the huge-breasted deaged survey lady), although now they're all completely still and in T-poses. After a moment, you clear out the scan. There has to be a quick way to check if this thing really works the way it seems to.\n\nThinking on it, you come up with an idea. You turn on your TV and find a live news broadcast, one currently featuring an attractive young woman as the anchor. You hit 'Scan' again and wait for it to build its model of your room, then swing the image to look at the TV and try tapping the frozen image of the anchor. To your mild surprise but immense relief for your attempts to check if this is really working, it immediately brings up the model screen with her featured. Now, to test it. You don't want to spend too long messing with the model this time or she might switch to another anchor, so you try something you didn't last time... the 'Race' pulldown menu. You tap the arrow beside the current listing of 'Caucasian' to show down the pulldown menu, which includes a handful of options as well as one at the bottom reading 'Full List', which would presumably let you go more deeply into customizing. You're curious, but as noted on a time crunch, so simply select the default 'Black' option. The model blips instantly to a new layout, with dark brown skin and somewhat rounder jaw and cheekbones, her hair changing from dishwater blonde to deep black and curly, pulled into a similar ponytail but hugging more closely to her head in doing so, hazel eyes darkening, as well as more hips that likely indicate a bit more generous rear. Quirking an eyebrow, you nevertheless consider for a moment, then decide to toggle the display of clothes off before hitting Commit to see if it makes any difference, quickly looking back up at the screen.\n\nThe anchor continues to deliver her report on the latest activities of the British royal family as her clothes instantly disappear and her skin gradually darkens, deepening to a rich tan and then a milk chocolate brown as her breasts swell slightly, pink nipples turning darker and thicker. Her lips fill out slightly as her jaw and cheeks round out, hair curling on itself as it darkens to a deep raven color. Her bare boobs jiggle slightly as she makes a show of tapping her papers down and setting them aside before moving on to the next story.\n\nYou stare, both at the change and waiting for something to happen. But there are no squawks of amazement at a woman's race visibly changing onscreen, nor any cut to commercial or technical difficulties screens at the fact that there's now a nude woman on network television reading the news. Feeling stunned again, you pull out your phone and look up the newscaster's name, finding that all the images of her are of an African-American woman... and most of them are of her doing the newscast naked. Apparently as far as the world is concerned, she's not only always been black, but a major network having a nudist anchorwoman is completely normal.\n\n'... Adjustment Mode... that's what it does,' you think as you set the phone aside and stare at the newscast again. 'Not only can this thing change real people's bodies by changing the models of them, that Adjustment Mode basically... retcons it so that it was always that way, and everyone thinks the adjustment is normal. That means... you could make whatever changes you want to someone and never get caught, because nobody would know anything was changed.'\n\n<hr>\n[[This is freaky, unnatural, and dangerous!|GGME]]\n\n[[This is... really cool.|GGME2x4]]

Hm. Maybe it is time to take your art a bit more seriously. After all, it's always a way to pick up money on the side even if you don't move into an art-related field. Besides, if your parents hear that you're getting serious about it, maybe they'll even take over your payments or something. "I think I'd like to get the art tablet."\n\n"Excellent." Lilith smiles evenly as you fish out a ten dollar bill (which you expect a rejection of or at least a scowl, but she just plucks it from your hand), and has you fill in a few things on the contract. Tucking the papers away, she reaches over to unfasten the clamps on the display model. "Here, why don't you just take this one?"\n\nYou blink. "Um, but-"\n\n"We only put it out a few minutes ago, I assure you. Here's all the necessities," she adds, dipping under the counter and proffering you a drawstring bag. "The manual and cables. This one is charged up and ready, you see, and I really think you should try the scan function before you leave, while you still have access to the variety of people out in the public," she urges, winking at you. "Trust me."\n\n"O... kay." Shrugging, you accept the tablet. Weird lady. But hell, you're walking out of here with a high-end art tablet and only ten dollars poorer, you can't complain too much. You make your way to one of the more central sections of the mall and plop yourself down, turning on the tablet and watching its fiery startup screen play (that's pretty cool). The screen that pops up has several selections: 'Start New File', 'Import File', and 'Scan Area' being the top ones. Well, the sales lady did suggest it, so you tap 'Scan Area'. The tablet blips and spends a few moments showing a swirling-flames loading icon. Then you blink as it pops up an image that looks like you took a photo of the area in front of you. Except that you never even raised the tablet. There are a handful of tools, so you pull out the stylus and click the 'scroll' icon to drag it, finding you can swing the view around in full three dimensions. "Wild," you murmur to yourself.\n\nIt looks like pretty much all the people got scanned too, though they're just sort of standing around in T-poses, drifting slowly by as they move in and out of the area. (There's a small 'History' button in the corner, maybe that's where it keeps track of people that it's scanned but aren't around anymore?) Curious, you tap one of the people who's largely static in location in real life too... an older lady hanging around trying to get people to take surveys. Tapping her with the stylus swings her up into the foreground on a screen, with the options for 'Edit Manually' and 'Edit With Presets' appearing beside her. Since you're curious, you tap the presets option, and watch as that half of the screen is replaced by a scrollable list of sliders, pulldown menus, and checkboxes, all with various names.\n\nYou notice that it has her name up at the top, which is also editable, but that you decide to leave alone for the moment. One of the first sliders is 'Age', currently set at 61. (Wow, she looks older.) You tap the bar of the slider and drag it to the left, fascinated as the image on the right grows thinner, slightly taller, and then shorter again, wrinkles disappearing and hair darkening to black. (The hairstyle and clothes stay the same though, though it does look like there are selectors for those.) Huh, that's pretty cool you think, leaving the slider set at 19. Curious, you start tapping on the woman's image, and each tap automatically selects the slider for the body part in question. Just idly messing, you tighten up her belly and waist, alter the curves of her hips a little, make a few other changes here and there, treating it like designing a body shape for uploading to a video game mod site that will earn you a bunch of downloads. ... Speaking of which. Grinning and mostly for the lulz, you select her breasts, and move the slider well up until each boob is roughly twice the size of her head. You snicker to yourself at your silliness, but at the same time have to admit that this has to be one of the best modeling programs you've ever used... normally sizing up a part like that would make the shape start getting all janky or even showing hard polygon edges, but the image looks as natural as it's possible for such immense breasts to be and still maintain the same firmness and fullness as smaller ones. You discover a toggle for showing clothes and turn that off, and they're not all veiny or distorted either, they really are pretty idealized like a game character's.\n\nOnce you've toggled her clothes back on, you notice that way down at the bottom of the list of potential alterations is a big green button reading 'Commit'. Above that is a little toggle button, with text next to it reading 'Adjustment Mode'. Presumably that will save the model, though you're not sure what Adjustment Mode is. Well, you've spent about fifteen minutes working on this, may as well try saving the model for some later use.\n\n<hr>\n[[Turn Adjustment Mode on, Commit.|GGME2x3]]\n\n[[Leave Adjustment Mode off, Commit.|GGME]]

This... is way too interesting an opportunity. You tap your own character model, feeling somewhere between a wild surge of power and an intense burst of fear as the now familiar screen pops up. Curious, you tap the clothes display option... yep, that's you naked. You glance down at yourself reflexively, feeling briefly surprised to see yourself clothed, before you remember that you have to hit Commit before any changes will take effect. Right.\n\nHm, well, here's something. You find the listing for 'Clothing & Accessories' and open it up, tapping open more lists and menus until you find one for body jewelry. Sorting through images of nipple rings, you find a pair you like (silver with little sapphires on the center) and drag the image over to your model, blushing a little as they click into place and you see what you'll look like wearing them. Pretty good, really. You almost hit 'Commit' before you remember to tap your clothes back on, then hit the green button and brace yourself, flinching and closing your eyes. After a second you peek one open and glance down at yourself... you were expecting like a sudden pinch or something. Pulling off your shirt, you look down and... yep, there they are, your nipples now stiff and pierced by a pair of little silver rings. You were expecting a sudden pinching sensation or something, but they're just... there. You set the tablet aside and bring your hands up, gently tugging at the rings and giving a soft 'mmf' of response. No pain, really, unless you tug a bit harder (and even that's... a bit nice). So it's obvious that it's like you've had them for awhile. ... Surely not <i>always</i>, it can't have made it so that you had them from birth since they're just an accessory! Maybe more like 'as soon as you were legally allowed to get them with parent permission', which you've never been able to get before.\n\nBut yes, obviously it works on you too. You spend a little bit messing with the various sliders and options. Overall you're pretty happy with your body, but just a few touches here and there to the size of your breasts and a bit on the shape of your butt and hips. You also find that there are sliders for muscles, and by tweaking them and then shifting the 'Visible Muscle Definition' back down (most) of the way, you achieve a look mostly like usual, albeit with an overall more fit appearance and taut stomach without going all the way to girlabs. You hit 'Commit', glance around, then spot one of your messenger bags that's loaded almost to bursting with tabletop gaming books. You walk over and snag the handle... and lift it near-effortlessly. Looks like it really did work, you've effectively made yourself stronger! A lot stronger, it seems.\n\nGrinning, you flop back down, bare breasts jiggling and nipple rings flashing lightly as you turn your attention back to the model. Let's see... you don't really want to mess with your race, you've already made your hair a bit longer, your name is fine just as it is...\n\nYou pause as you notice that the Sex option is a dropdown menu. Tapping it, you see that it lists not just 'Male' and 'Female', but other options like 'Intersex (Male Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, Hermaphrodite)', 'Intersex (Female Appearance, No Vagina)', and the option for a custom sex. You could... well, you always have kind of wondered [[what having one would be like|GGME2x6]]...\n\nOn the other hand... well, you've always been largely satisfied with the size of your boobs, but that was partly because you knew if they were enormous, they wouldn't look as good. Using this thing, that's not a problem! You could [[give yourself a pair of huge 'Get out of jail free' cards|GGME]] that would make you quite possibly the most popular girl in school, really let you put some of those bitches with mere DD's in their place!\n\nOr... now here's a thought, you muse with a thoughtful frown. You're passingly familiar with enough theories about what attracts people to others that with a bit of work, you could make yourself [[intensely attractive to everyone|GGME]]. With that and some of the other options available, you could make yourself popualr with... whoever you wanted to be popular with.

You can't believe this thing is like... magic, or supertech, or something, but you've had something amazing pretty much fall into your hands! You've got to try it out more!\n\nHm, let's see. You could try it out on more TV personalities or celebrities, but that seems kind of 'meh'. Same for all the models currently stored in the history from the earlier scan. No, it would be best to try this on someone you know. You could call up [[a friend|GGME]] or track down [[an enemy|GGME]]. Or, well, you could wait for your [[parents|GGME]] to come home, there's a thought...\n\nYou pause briefly as a thought occurs to you. Tapping back to the scanned model of your room, you find the controls for moving away from the central point, move ahead some, and then swing around 180. And... there's [[you|GGME2x5]], sitting with your arms straight out to the sides, tablet in one hand. Could you alter yourself as thoroughly as others...?

'Why mess around with maybes when you've got like some sort of god-machine to use?' you think, unable to keep a bit of a smug smirk off your lips. It shifts to a thoughtful frown as you consider. But how? This thing alters people's bodies, not their minds (that you've discovered so far). Well, it alters their minds when it does Adjustment Mode...\n\nThen you blink. Maybe that's it! One of the options it has is 'Import File'. Picking up the tablet again, you select that and find that it apparently has options for importing other models as well as its own filetype... but also, just as you were hoping, image and movie files. \n\n'She said it had a ton of editing options, so I'm betting it will let me edit movies so that different stuff happens in them,' you think with a grin. 'And with Adjustment Mode on, a movie file of the past will retroactively change to become the truth. I can rewrite any video I take to make it go my way... I won't remember or experience it the way I make it go in the movie, apparently, since I'm the one with the tablet, but that means that going forward I can take advantage of what I set up!'\n\nYou consider briefly on how best to do this. Well first of all you might need to decide who you want to target. ... The closest and easiest targets would, of course, be [[one of your parents|GGME2x8]], which really should alarm you to think of, but apparently the double dose of teenage hormones is really doing a number on you because all that really happens is your cock starting to twitch back to life. But again you also have options of targeting a [[friend|GGME]], or you suppose an [[enemy|GGME]]. But then someone [[semi-anonymous|GGME]] might be better, though you guess you'd have to do more work setting it up so you could actually take advantage of that.

"I..." You realize you hadn't even really thought of what to say when you got to this point, and now that you're here, your head is spinning. Maybe that's because of the smell in the room... that sweet, spicy incense smell seems like it's grown stronger, actually pressing in around you like an almost physical thing. You can feel it stroking over your skin, warm and flickering, making your face flush and your body feel hot and slick beneath your clothes. You're almost distantly aware of your cock going stiff in your pants, unable to really think to hide it as you stare at Alyc, more and more entranced by his beauty.\n\n"I want to be fucked," you find yourself saying, the words coming out in almost a whimper, drawing in a hard breath at the end of them. "I... I want to have cocks shoved in me, I want to be fucked by big, hard cocks over and over and over."\n\n"I see," Alyc replies simply, one corner of his mouth curling up. "Before we continue, stand up and remove your clothes for me."\n\nA rush of humiliation, embarrassment, shock all spills through you... and yet it feels like you can't help but stand up. It's not like your body is so much moving on its own, as... as you're moving it despite all the things that would normally hold you back from doing so. You tug your shirt out of your waistband and pull it off over your head, dropping it aside and leaving your sleek chest bare in the dimly-lit, incense-hazed room, feet slipping out of your shoes and nudging them aside. Your trembling hands move to undo your pants, thumbs hooking into the waistband of both them and your underwear, both slipping down your slender legs as you bend over and step out of them. Straightening up, you stand bare in front of Alyc, breath shuddering softly between your slightly-parted lips, your stiff cock jutting out in front of you as if presented for his approval.\n\n"Mmm. Definitely not bad," Alyc murmurs, looking you up and down without shame. "A lot of directions we could go. Even now plenty of appeal. Now, Jamie, I want you to tell me about how you came about your craving for cock. But while you do, I also want you to bend over and spread your ass to show me the slutty little hole that you want filled."\n\nYou gasp softly at the shock of that... and yet a second later you're turning, bending forward, reaching back, your shaking hands coming to grip your pert butt and slowly spreading it apart, displaying your asshole to the beautiful stranger that seems to be capable of making you do... what you really want to do, deep down. And as you do, you're saying, still in a breathy whimper of a voice, "I took a dogsitting job... and the dog wound up raping me. Except I probably really wanted it from the start... I wanted to get fucked, and getting fucked felt so good. I spent the rest of the time letting him pound my ass whenever he wanted, sucking his cock, and being his bitch." Your cock twitches where it's jutting down below your belly, a droplet of pre falling to hit the floor as you continue to display your pucker for him.\n\n"I see, I see. Already a half-trained bitch, then," Alyc replies with a chuckle. You can hear him rising to his feet, and see his legs as he moves up behind you. You give another gasp as two of his fingers, slick with something, slide inside you and start stroking in a slow circle back and forth along your inner walls, making you moan lowly. "Mmm. Softened up a bit, but still nice and tight. Really rather perfect. Alright, Jamie, I accept you as my property. Get down on your knees and lean forward over the couch so I can use you."\n\n"Yes Master, thank you Master," you whisper, your body still trembling lightly as you sink forward onto your knees and bring your arms forward, draping them ahead of you on the padded couch. You're shaking a bit as you feel Alyc's cock... long and slender to judge by the way it presses and rubs against your pert buttocks. And then he's pushing inside you, making you moan eagerly as his hands run slowly up your hips and along your back. He just keeps sliding in, and in, and in, slender but long, until you can feel fabric pressing against your balls, letting you know he hasn't bothered to undress yet. He's just going to fuck you as a business transaction, taking possession of his new property, something you're ever more certain of and inflamed by as he begins pumping into you with long, elegant, slow strokes, his hands still toying with your body as he does, stroking over your sides, sliding down to tease your nipples, but never touching your own stiff prick as it juts below you.\n\n"Do you know what Honesty's Reward is, Jamie?" Alyc murmurs, his voice just as elegant and even as ever, despite having become a bit richer with pleasure. "A place where everyone is honest about who they are, what they want. They can't help it, their inner desires, the things they want most but would never admit to anyone else, that they struggle not to admit to themselves. But they have to admit it here, they have to yield to it, and the reward for their honesty is being indulged in those pleasures that their deceit, their public mask, denies them. The reward for your honesty, Jamie, is to become my property, and to be used by others for their pleasure... just as you wanted to be," he adds with a soft laugh, finally taking a grip on your hips and beginning to thrust faster, making you cry out and spurt your load against the side of the couch and the floor. Alyc's soft laugh caresses your ears again. "Yes, cum and cum again, enjoy being able to do so as freely as you like this one last time. From now on you will not cum unless I say you can cum, you will not fuck unless I say you can fuck, and your life is mine. So enjoy these orgasms as your freedom passes, pet... you didn't want it anyway."\n\nYou cum twice more before Alyc pulls you back against him and spills into your ass, your eyes rolling and body trembling as your cock spurts and your ass trembles, an orgasm unlike anything you've ever felt before sparking through your entire body and burning away your free will. You're left panting and trembling, feeling empty and the ticklish sensation of cum dribbling down your taint and over your balls, not really remembering feeling Alyc pull out of you. Once you straighten up and turn, you find that he's discarded most of his clothes, his shirt unbuttoned and left splayed open to display his flat belly and sleek chest, his cock glistening and jutting up from his lap, smooth brown balls hanging below it. Obeying the unspoken demand, you crawl over on all fours and lean in, dragging your tongue along the slender, dusky prick that was so recently in your ass. You kiss lovingly at it all the way back down, then start sucking and licking at his balls, cleaning up all the little dribbles of cum that slipped down over them. Once they're glistening and clean, you lick your way back up the length of his shaft, and slide your mouth over the head. Because that's what he wants you to do, you don't stop even as it presses into your throat, just swallowing him all the way down, licking and sucking all the way. You bob your head back up bit by bit, making sure to clean every bit of him as you come up, until you finally raise your head and look up at him, flushed and panting.\n\n"Yes, you're going to be very, very popular here, I think," Alyc murmurs, stroking a hand over your head as tenderly as any master would a pet. "Mm. If you were a bit closer to virginal, I might save you for something more special, but having been fucked so many times by a dog... why don't we introduce you by putting you in the free use room for the day?"\n\nAnd so you spend the rest of the day being fucked by whoever takes a fancy to, anyone just wandering through the club and glances in and thus decides to stuff their cock in your mouth or ass. Sometimes both at once, strange men whose faces you can't quite see in the dim lighting pounding you from both ends, your dick-muffled moans overlapping with the sound of hips slapping your ass and balls impacting against your own. Fat men, fit men, hairy and bulbous or sleek and pretty, with long slender cocks or short fat ones, you don't care, your place is just to service them all. Of course near the end of the day, there's a pair of them that are both long and thick, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, trembling, whimpering, and cumming all over your own belly and chest as they both push into your ass at once, their pricks stroking and rubbing together as they stretch you wide, fucking your tight little hole together.\n\nEventually, with night falling outside, you finish your shower in something of a daze and dress in your clothes again, making your way back to the front. Alyc, still wearing only his open shirt and lounging near the hookah, apparently unconcerned that anyone might enter, smiles languidly as he sees you. "Off home for the day, pet? Well, home for now." He sits up and stretches a bit, then mms. "Don't worry. Being my property comes with certain protections. As long as you speak nothing of this place, no one will question your comings and goings, or any changes they see in you. Mm, let's see... ah yes. I forbid you to cum," he adds, making you blush. "Until further notice. Well, I will make a single exception... the first time you take a new cock in your ass and fuck it, you may cum that way. Once, and once only. And I will allow you to seek out one such cock before you return. The day after tomorrow, at noon. No cumming, no fucking other than that. And don't worry about your willpower, as if you had any... my commands are absolute, you wouldn't be able to disobey if you wanted to."\n\nYou nod sheepishly, knowing it's true, whispering, "Goodbye, master," before slipping out and heading for home. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised when your parents don't seem concerned that you were out all day or that you don't tell them where you were. After all, Master Alyc said they wouldn't, so they don't, that's just the way the world works, isn't it? You eat dinner and soon retire to bed, exhausted by your long day of being used as a fucktoy. Of course, thinking about that soon has your cock stiffening again... and unable to really resist, you reach down and start stroking it. You whimper and writhe on the bed, feeling your cock throb and tremble with aching pleasure in your hand, but of course no matter how much you stroke it, no matter how much you finger your ass, you can't make yourself cum. You eventually force your hands down and manage to go to sleep, but awaken several times in the night, finding your hands drifting down, urging yourself to that sweet agony of the edge without possibility of release. \n\nWhen you finally awake and it's light outside, you huff into your pillow as you feel your cock throbbing, trapped between your belly and the bed. Master Alyc said you weren't allowed to come back to the club and return to being a fucktoy until tomorrow... noon tomorrow! Your lot is to serve him, and no doubt your torment is pleasing him greatly, but it's still soooo hard!\n\n<hr>\n[[You need to calm down.|QOClub]]\n\n[[You need to get fucked.|QOClub]]

Mm... your mother already has a really great body, with a nice round ass and big tits, and admittedly there's the narcissistic appeal of the fact that she looks a lot like you. You stroke your now thoroughly stiff dick again as you consider. You suppose you could dig up [[an old video|GGME]] of the two of you, but a lot of those have been shared around and... well, basically retconning you and her having any kind of sexual relationship into being essentially public knowledge. To judge by your experiment with the news lady, the world would also be just as fine with that as your current, normal relationship with her... but you're not entirely sure that you're quite ready for that level of weird. ... On the other hand it would mean you could be fucking her practically the moment she came home from work.\n\nThe more delayed gratification method would be to [[make a new video|GGME2x10]]. That way you could make it so that it was really only something between the two of you... or at least something that the entire world wouldn't know. You'd also have a much broader range of, well... 'flavors' you could give things. It would mean that you probably wouldn't be able to actually fuck her for a day or two, but it would give you more options and more control.

Fuck it, they're convenient and they're both already hot, and if there's anything you don't like, well, you can just change them with the tablet, right?\n\nBut then the question is, whether to go for your [[father|GGME]], or your [[mother|GGME2x9]]... or maybe [[both|GGME]]?

Frowning a little, you lean over the phone, typing back 'You first.'\n\n'No way' comes the almost immediate response.\n\nFeeling a bit of fire in your gut, you spend a few seconds struggling for words, trying to get a handle on this newfound 'sincerity' thing. Then you send back 'Trust is a two way street. Send me one like I sent you and then I'll send you a full body. But then you have to do the same. That way we've both got the same leverage and we're both proving we're serious.'\n\nThe wait for a reply is much longer this time, and you nervously move from your desk to sit on your bed, fidgeting as you stare at the screen. Finally it buzzes, and your heart almost stops at the sight on it. It looks like Lilith has taken more steps to hide her identity than you... she's wearing a black surgical mask over her lower face and has kept most of her hair out of the shot, but there's still enough there to have a pretty good idea that it's her. Her shirt is pulled up and held at her collarbone with one hand, and... wow. Her tits are smaller than yours, probably right at a B-cup, and her nipples are so pink, standing out against the pale white of her skin. They look amazingly perfect and before you know it you're fantasizing about sucking one.\n\nOkay, so turns out you're incredibly gay. Alright.\n\n'your turn' comes the next text from her.\n\nTaking a deep breath, you get up and pull off your shirt, then undo your skirt and let it drop before peeling out of your panties. You leave on your blue thigh-highs because frankly you think you look amazing in them. Snagging your phone, you walk naked across your room to stand in front of the three-way mirror installed in one corner. You do look good, you have to admit... perfect C-cups, trim body, full-body light tan (thanks to the expensive and very artful type of booths). Unable to help striking a bit of a pose, you put a hand behind your head and turn a bit to one side, shifting your shoulders to make your tits more prominent. Resisting the urge to find some other way to cover your face, you bring the phone into position and snap the photo, hurriedly attaching and sending it before you lose your nerve (but still taking the time to make sure you're only sending it to Lilith).\n\nThe response comes quickly again. 'holy shit you actually did it' \n\nSmirking a little and feeling emboldened, you take a moment to lock your door before heading over to the bed and flopping down on it, not bothering to put anything back on. 'Your turn.'\n\nThere's a lapse of a few minutes before the response comes. The mirror selfie is obviously in a bathroom mirror, since the counter just almost blocks the view of Lilith's pussy. She's sleek and pale all over, you find, just the right amount of curve to be somehow... elegant is the word that comes to mind. She's got her hand on the side of her neck, probably having had to resist the urge to cover her face as well... a face that's adorably pink. Holy shit, she's blushing, despite having her demonic red contacts in and everything, that's so cute!\n\n'So? What do you think?' comes a followup text from her.\n\n<hr>\n[[Send 'Now do you trust me?'|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send 'You're really hot.'|MeanLove]]

The figurine has a vaguely feminine curvature to the overall body shape, mostly made distinct by the shape of wings curled at its back and horns arcing from its forehead. It does seem to have the most nooks and crannies of any of the figures, so you decide to start with it, picking it up and bringing the cloth in. Then you blink at the sound of a <i>poof</i> from behind you... you're not sure what "poof" really sounds like but you definitely heard one. You turn around to look, staring at the sight before you.\n\nAlmost seven feet tall (not quite including the horns), the demon woman is naked and purple-skinned, darker purple patches running along her lower legs and arms and around her neck. She brushes her claw-tipped fingers back under her long blue hair to brush it back, giving her head-sized tits a shake at the same time, the dark purple nipples pierced by gold rings. She thumps one black hoof against the floor, the dark purple skin of her legs shifting to fur of the same color around the top of said hooves, the movement of her stomp jiggling her tits and shaking the long, limp equine cock dangling over a pair of hefty purple balls.\n\nHer black-scleraed yellow eyes open and fix on you. "Well, hello, pet," she coos, bringing a fingertip to her lips. "Don't you look delightful."\n\n"Oh my God," you whisper, starting to tremble, looking down at the figurine in your hand. "... Mistress told me not to touch her stuff! She'll be furious! Maybe if I go ahead and clean it and put it back... no, then she'll know, but... oh God..."\n\nThe demoness stares at you for a moment, apparently rather nonplussed by your reaction, then takes a glance around the room and rolls her eyes. "Lauriel." Looking back at you, she snorts and snaps her fingers.\n\nIt's as if a filmy gauze draped over your brain were suddenly yanked away. Your jaw drops, and so does the demon figurine, falling to the carpet with a thump as you go scrambling backwards with a scream, your bare back thumping against the shelves. Almost as an afterthought, you jam an arm across your tits and a hand over your crotch. "W-w-w-what the <i>FUCK</i>?!" you shriek, trembling.\n\n"You're under a High Elf's entrancement spell, kid, reinforced by that collar. And probably a bit of elvish wine early on, if I had to guess?" The demoness brings the back of her fingers to her mouth to chuckle. "Lemme guess, you couldn't wait to swear yourself to her, put on her collar, be her slave?"\n\n"..." You stare, mouth agog, before rage overcomes the strangeness of everything else. "That <i>bitch</i>!"\n\n"Oh, absolutely," the demoness replies with a nod. "She's a pain in the ass to deal with, and I really rue the day she found one of my summoning figurines." She turns her hand and taps her lower lip again. "Of course, I suppose you could do something about that."\n\n"Huh? You... you can free me? You can help me get back at her?" you ask, a bit of hope surging amidst all the fear and anger.\n\n"Sort of but not quite. Oh, don't look so crestfallen, let me explain." The demoness rests her hands on her hips and shifts a bit, the spade-tipped tail you hadn't noticed until now flicking behind her. "I can't just break the spell she has on you, I can only push it back while I'm here... I leave, her charms will close back in around your mind and you'll go back to happily licking her toilets clean." Smirking some at your wince, she continues. "But while I'm here I can make one of the basic deals demons have to offer mortals like you. A deal for power."\n\n"... Power?" That makes your ears perk up, even amidst all the rest of it.\n\n"Oh, like that, do you? This might work out very well, then." Smiling even more broadly, the demon takes a few steps towards you and leans down, heavy breasts swaying a bit in your face. "Alright, kiddo, there's three sorts of power I can give you... a witch's power, a demon's power, or a dark elf's power. Knowing Lauriel's usual type, you're probably a rich girl, huh? Already know your way around daddy's finances a bit?" At your dubious nod, she snickers. "Then I'll explain them in financial terms, you should be able to understand that."\n\nShe straightens up. "All three will cost you your soul, there's no getting out of that, just the way things work. If I give you a witch's power, you'll become immune to Lauriel's charms and gain the strong potential to do magic... but pretty much nothing else. You might find you innately know or figure out a few cantrips, but you'll have to learn on your own otherwise. Luckily you're in a house full of magic books and items, if you can manage to get at them without setting off any traps or alerting Lauriel. You'd have to play along with her for awhile though, at least. But the witch's power is sort of like putting the payment on your credit card. You don't lose your soul at all... until you die. Then it becomes mine for the rest of eternity. But, until then! A chance to get your freedom, and to use all you can learn and seize for yourself from it for the rest of your life."\n\nShe holds up another finger. "A demon's power is sort of like stock trading. You give me a bit of your soul, I give you demonic energy in return. Gradually, over time, as you use your powers the demonic energy will increase, and more of your soul will shift to me. Eventually it's a complete buyout... I own all your 'stock', that is, your soul, but by then you won't miss it because you'll be a demon yourself, as if you'd got a nice big payday from the buyout that you could live on forever. And you will! I, personally, think that's the best option, but I may be biased."\n\nShe puts up a third finger. "The third option, which is the best if you really want to stick it to Lauriel, is to take a dark elf's power... or, more precisely, become a dark elf yourself. In this case the financial equivalent is that I'm the stock broker... I'm just procuring your soul for the dark elf patron goddess, who owns all dark elves anyway, and she and you both pay me the equivalent of a small fee for my services. You'll get some innate abilities and knowledge, but you'll still have to be smart enough and brave enough to escape or take down Lauriel on your own. But if you do... I guarantee you it will gall her more than anything else in this world or any other possibly could."\n\n"Or, I suppose I could just fuck off back to my own plane, let you turn back into a good little slave," she adds with an expansive shrug, massive mammaries wobbling. "Choice is yours."\n\n<hr>\n[[Witch's power.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Demon's power.|MeanLove3x4]]\n\n[[Dark elf's power.|MeanLove6x1]]\n\n[[Nothing.|MeanLove]]

All through the long march back to your room you're just dreaming of getting inside and alone so this can finally end. Once the door is closed you finally discover you can move on your own again, and quickly rush to your suitcase, grabbing the first pair of panties you find and starting to pull them on. But once your feet are in them and you try to pull them up, your body freezes up entirely. Any time you try to pull them on, your body refuses to obey you, muscles stiff and paralyzed, until you finally step out of them. You try again with other clothes... shirts, jeans, shorts, underwear, even your robe, but any attempts to cover your nudity are met by your body simply stopping in place until you cease trying to cover up.\n\nEventually you're forced to realize that you're just going to have to stay naked. Fine, you'll just... stay in your room. For the rest of the tournament. It will be boring, and possibly rather hungry if they won't bring you any food here, but you have some protein bars and the sink, you can survive. Except that night when the dinner bell rings, you find yourself standing and marching out of your room and down the hall, yet again unable to stop yourself from walking nude through the complex, this time arriving at the dining hall. Many of the people gathered stare at you, and there's more than a little pointing and whispering, even some laughter and hoots, but there's nothing you can do. Any attempt to turn around and leave results in your body freezing up, the only movements you're apparently allowed to do are moving forward. So finally you give up and head to get your food, and then move to settle at a table, feeling every eye in the place roaming over your naked body, and thus feeling your pussy dripping onto the cold stone of the bench beneath you.\n\nYou have to spend the entire rest of the tournament like that. Occasionally you'll find yourself just getting up and heading out to watch a match naked, sitting amidst the crowds, many of whom obviously wind up more interested in watching you than the fights. That's not even getting into apparently being required to spend at least an hour every mealtime in the dining hall. The shock of your nudity seems to quickly wear off for the others, turning to haughty dismissal or perverted leers. As the days go on, people grow bolder, at first leaning in to whisper lewd comments about your tits or ass or other bits of your body, but then growing louder, more frank, and more degrading as time passes. And the worst of it all is the more men tell you how much they'd love to bend you over and slam their cocks into your ass, or women tell you how much they'd like to pin you to the bed and rub their pussies all over your face, because you're obviously a slut who wants it, the wetter your pussy gets and the stiffer your nipples become. By the end of the tournament you're honestly wishing someone <i>would</i> grab you and just use you to get themselves off, but apparently not actually being touched is part of the spell laid on you.\n\nOnce the tournament's over, you try to go back to your normal life, but there are now several thousand pictures of your naked body out there on the internet, which is enough of a scandal to see you shut out of the professional martial arts world. At least you have a chest full of rubies to live on, and live quite comfortably. And yet, despite your wealth, eventually you can't resist the siren call of the training your body and mind received during Hell Kore. You find yourself spending most of your nights in front of the computer, using your webcam and hanging out in the pits of the internet, obeying requests (and demands) to show off your body, to write degrading things on yourself with marker, to finger your pussy and your asshole, all while being called slut, tramp, attention whore, and getting off on every moment of it.\n\nOh well. You're rich, you're orgasming regularly, and you have fame of a sort. Could be worse.\n\n<b>Hell Kore ending</b> - <i>Public spectacle</i>

Your eyes light up. "Oh, oh, this is the part where you guys 'rape' me, right?!"\n\nThat seems to take the girls who had begun to cluster around you aback a little bit, with pixie cut glancing at the others before back at you. "Uh, well... I mean, we-"\n\nYou scramble to your feet, starting to undo the cutoffs you're wearing. "Like, you all gang up on me, and while I'm being a moron and just repeating something that'll piss you off even more, you're all grabbing at me and fondling me, yeah?!"\n\n"Er, I mean... we kind of..." ponytail murmurs, rubbing the back of her neck nervously as she shuffles in place.\n\nDropping the cutoffs, you peel off your shirt, boobs jiggling a little bit as they're freed. "And then you start whipping out the sex toys to use on me, showing you were totally planning on humiliating me and lesbian gangbanging me from the beginning, right?"\n\n"Um." A blonde girl with her hair in rather unflattering pigtails looks down at the purple double-ended dildo she's holding, then whips it guiltily behind her back as you look over at her. "... Maybe?" she murmurs, scuffing a bare foot on the floor.\n\n"Okay, yeah, let's do this thing!" you declare, thrusting your arms out to the sides and jutting out your chest in invitation. Only to hear... complete silence. You blink, lifting your head and looking around, to see that the entire small crowd of women is exchanging glances and shifting around in place. "... Uh, hey, c'mon, let's make with the lesbian gangrape fantasy. Chop chop."\n\n"... I mean," ponytail hedges, rolling her shoulders in a shrug.\n\n"You made it weird," pixie cut asserts a moment later, sighing. \n\n"Oh, come on!" you blurt in outrage once it sinks in what they're saying. "You guys were all set up to completely gang up on me! I mean, you've even got the token lesbian haircut, you were probably going to pound me with a strapon and spit in my face while calling me a bitch!"\n\n"I... j-just because I was gonna do that doesn't mean I want to have you calling it out first!" pixie cut stammers, coloring and glancing away as she folds her arms.\n\n"I think maybe we should just say 'good game' and call it a night," ponytail adds in an even tone, making a placating gesture with both hands.\n\nYou stare around at the gang of previously raring-to-go women, who are now all avoiding meeting your eyes. Are they kidding?!\n\n<hr>\n[[This is the suckiest porn ever! You quit!|GGPorn]]\n\n[[... Well SOMEbody is getting raped here tonight!|GGPorn]]

Well, you've gotta check this video out, just to see who your porn counterpart is if nothing else. You look directly at the title and click the button to select it.\n\nYou're suddenly looking at an entirely different computer monitor, with no AR HUD. You blink a few times, then look around, spotting a double-row of desks with monitors on them and what looks like a bunch of Alienware-ish computer cases settled between them. Sitting at the desks are about eight other girls, all of them either youngish-looking twenty-somethings or thirty-somethings trying to pass for teenagers, but also all of them are kitted out in 'gamer' gear, with obviously cosmetic glasses and 'nerd' T-shirts bought from The Big Corporate Rebel stores at the mall. You glance down at yourself to find you're wearing an Adventure Time shirt with scientist Princess Bubblegum on it, and a pair of snug denim cutoffs, not at all what you were wearing when you put the visor on. What the fu-\n\nThe sound of explosions over speakers yanks your head back up to the screen, and you notice the edges flashing red to show you're taking damage. Pure competitive instinct takes over as you grab for the mouse and thrust your hand to the keyboard, flinging your in-game avatar into motion. Your brain processes the stats and shows you that you're well behind, both in kills and gear, and the part of you that refuses to lose immediately discards some of the finer points of FPS etiquette as you resolve to win, grabbing for rocket launchers and overpowered combat knives, tossing sticky bombs at spawn points and actually using the sniper rifles. There's growing sounds of discontent and glares from the other women around you, but you ignore them as you push forward with turning your lagging behind into a complete slaughter. Eventually as the match time runs out, showing you with twice the kills of the second place player, you thrust your hands in the air as the MVP animation plays. "Yes!"\n\n"Hey! That was bullshit!" the woman next to you says, a brunette in a ponytail and yellow-tinted visor sunglasses says, standing up and turning towards you with a frown.\n\n"You were playing totally cheap!" a bottle blonde with a pixie cut asserts.\n\n"I bet you had cheats or hax on or something!"\n\n"Yeah, complete hax!"\n\n"Haaaax!"\n\nYou're torn in an odd direction... on the one hand you definitely remember just a few minutes ago when you were sliding the VR visor on. On the other hand this seems incredibly real, and was obviously interactive since the game actually followed your commands. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? How should you respond, like you would if this was an actual session, or like it was the porn you remember selecting?\n\n<hr>\n[["Look, I'm just better than you, that's all."|GGPorn]]\n\n[["Oooo, are you gonna punish me?!"|GGPorn5x3]]

Hey, gotta spread the love around, and sometimes it's just nice to enjoy the view of pretty girls. So, yeah, you're still sort of figuring out which of the two categories (or both) you're most interested in, and have downloaded plenty, from the soft and sweet stuff to the rougher types. One is obviously from a well-known series of videos, though you blink as you realize it has your own name on it. Wow, some porn starlet happened onto your actual name as her stage one? ... Admittedly, when you think about it, you do have a kind of porny name. There's also one that's just a filename instead of the titles the others have, must not have been able to find info for that one.\n\n[[Strapon Cum Queens|GGPorn]]\n\n[[Cheerleader Initiation V - For Victory|GGPorn]]\n\n[[The Violation of Cyan LaChance|GGPorn5x2]]\n\n[[Daughter Tradeoff - Darling Girl|GGPorn]]\n\n[[666.mp4|GGPorn666x1]]

"I'm not... I'm not planning anything, seriously," you assert, biting your lower lip for a moment before leaning towards her a bit. "Look, give me a chance to prove it! I'll show you that I'm not trying to trick you, honest."\n\n"And how're you going to do that?" Some curiosity seems to be creeping in around the edges of her disbelief now, her head tilting slightly to the side.\n\n"I, um... I don't know yet," you allow, grinning sheepishly. (Holy fuck what is happening to you?!) You wince a little as her eyes roll and she starts to turn away, and reach a hand out slightly. "Look, I'll figure something out, alright? Um... just trade me your cellphone number." You pull out your phone with its thoroughly (and expensively) bedazzled case. At her wary look, you sigh and finally give her an annoyed look of your own. "Oh, c'mon, what's the worst I could do with it, write it on the bathroom wall? Just give me a chance, okay?"\n\nWhether it's the logic of your argument or the bit of frustration, she apparently agrees, pulling out her own purple and red phone and tapping a few buttons. You try not to grin too much as the new contact shows up on your screen. "'Lilith', huh? Did you pick that out or-"\n\n"No, my parents have an unhealthy love of old sitcoms," she replies blandly as she glances at her phone's screen before putting it away. "So, Layla, what's the deal? How're you going to prove your sincerity with my cellphone number?"\n\n"I'll think of something," you reply confidently, feeling back on steady footing now that something's gone your way. Actually you feel positively giddy for some reason you can't quite identify, resisting the urge to do a little dance as you put your own phone away. \n\n"Ooo-kaaaay," she replies dubiously, turning and walking off.\n\nYou return to the cafeteria, offering a breezy explanation for your sudden absence to the rest of the girls, and going back on autopilot as you instead think about the encounter. Lilith... she's so sassy, and seems tough, she's so not afraid of anything, normally it makes you annoyed when people aren't afraid of you but with her it's somehow a relief! \n\nAs the day wears on, however, you realize you still have to figure out some way to earn her trust. Your giddy feeling turns into a mild but steadily growing anxiety as you turn thoughts over in your head. Honestly all the ways you know of gaining someone's trust are deliberately shallow, designed to both protect yourself and lure the other person in. You don't think that would work on Lilith... and you kind of feel like you wouldn't want it to anyway. No, you actually need to do something...\n\n... you need to do something that would actually impact you. That might put you at risk. You actually find that a little scary, and a sense of very real fear comes over you as you sit in your room after dinner. So much of what you've done getting where you are has been about protecting yourself... you took to it naturally enough, but on some level you always felt that there were predators and prey in the high school jungle, and that if you weren't one you'd be the other. And now you're in a position where to get something that you want... Lilith's trust, for whatever reason... you're going to have to lift your head and bare your neck.\n\nYou actually jerk a little when your phone vibrates in your hand and gives a chime, prompting you to look at it. It's a text from Lilith. You open the text app and look, the icon that came with her contact a surprisingly cute little cartoon bat. \n\n'So what's up? You still want to prove your sincerity?'\n\nWell, here goes. Seems she's calling you on the carpet about your claims. You have to make a choice now, pick something... or call it a wash.\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her an embarrassing story about yourself.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Send her a naughty selfie.|MeanLove1x7]]\n\n[[Send her some money.|MeanLove]]\n\n[[Delete the text.|MeanLove]]

Of course the video spreads. Most of the team are your friends, but the fact that you fucked a dog at a motel pool is just too juicy for teenage girls to resist spreading around. Before you've even gotten to the competition, Coach Morrison has stiffly informed you that maybe it's best if you sit out the camp and let Cassie take over as squad captain. When you get back you're not exactly surprised that you're given a 'we'll call you' when you glumly ask when the next practice is.\n\nWithin the month you're known throughout town as "that girl who fucks dogs in public". Everywhere you go you get double-takes and some outright stares... the less couth go all out and shout things like "Hey baby I'll do you doggy style!" or "Wanna ride my red rocket honey?" After your dad gets arrested the second time for punching one of them in the face you just start refusing to leave the house.\n\nOn the first day of school, the very first thing you're called into the principal's office. He hems and haws and harrumphs at you, glaring disapprovingly all the while and muttering vague things about indecency, then finally gives you a very vague and sideways lecture about morals and proper behavior before dismissing you. It takes awhile for the confusion to wear off enough that you realize the only reason you haven't been expelled is that then he'd have to admit to having seen a video of you fucking a dog. Still, he has his "educator's" revenge... no matter how hard you try, no teacher will seem to give you anything above a 70 on your work. You suppose you could complain to the higher authorities, but then they'd want to know <i>why</i> you were being singled out for punishment, and you'd probably wind up expelled anyway. After awhile you just resign yourself to the abuse and try to quietly make it through.\n\nWhen it comes time to go to college, you have neither particularly good grades nor your hoped-for extracurriculars to recommend you, but at that point picking a school far, far away from Deviville is the only thing on your mind. You finally decide on a school in Canada, since you're pretty sure that they don't even use the internet for anything but fake apologizing to people on social media. Unfortunately they apparently also use it for porn, as you discover when you go to a frat party and find a very solicitous boy gently plying you with alcohol until eventually you find yourself on all fours in the middle of the party, moaning and gasping as the frat's housepet, a big brown boxer, pounds away at your cunt while the rest of the partygoers laugh or whoop or fondle themselves.\n\nOnce you realize you've become not just "that girl who fucks dogs in public" but "that girl who fucks dogs for audiences at parties", you just sort of give up and embrace it. Sure, why not? Got a dog? You'll fuck him, let whoever wants to watch and jerk off or finger themselves. Suck a guy's dick while his dog pounds you up the ass? Yeah why not. Of course you fairly quickly get kicked out of school, but that just gives you the excuse to start charging. Most nights you flop in a guy's room after a 'performance', your skin covered in a mingling of human cum and dog cum, until the sun comes up and you're allowed a brief shower before being shooed out the door like bad night air.\n\nOh well. At least you wound up with a career.\n\n<b>Amanda at the Motel</b> end - <i>Reputation's gone to the dogs</i>

Hm, what an excellent idea! Teenagers are horny all the time anyway... what if being horny and needing to get themselves off also drove a desire to study? You're a genius! \n\n"Alright, students," you announce cheerfully as you pull up the front of your skirt, fishing out your stiff prick and stroking it a few times. "Bend over the front of my desk side-by-side. Asada, drop your panties, Takeo, pants and underwear down."\n\nBoth of them unhesitatingly obey, Asada moving to the desk and bending over it, tugging her skirt up around her waist before sliding the rather thin white cotton panties she's wearing down over her pert little ass and letting them drop to hang around the top of her thigh-highs. Takeo similarly bends over the desk while undoing the clasp and zipper of his pants, pushing them down and letting them drop to his ankles, revealing his own nearly identical pert ass, as well as the smooth balls and limp cock dangling between his legs. \n\nRetrieving a bottle of lube from the desk drawer, you smear some on your cock slowly while enjoying the view, gaze wandering back and forth from that pink slit to that soft prick. Eventually you step up behind Asada, stroking yourself a few more times before aiming the glistening, lube-smeared tip of your prick at her tight little pucker and slowly starting to push in. She doesn't so much as grimace, too deeply under to react as you take her anal virginity, your fat prick spreading her tight teen asshole open bit by bit. Moaning lowly as you sink into her, you rest one hand on her lower back and reach the other over, pushing two of your fingers up her brother's asshole, starting to work the lube into it and get him softened up and ready for his turn.\n\nOnce you've sunk up to the base in Asada's tight young ass, you begin pumping your hips, working your member into your student, while finger-fucking the boy next to her. "Now, I want you both to listen carefully," you say, managing a calm, professional voice despite the feel of a sixteen-year-old's virgin asshole stretching around your prick. "I'm going to give you some instructions and you're going to take them deeply to heart, even if you don't remember receiving them." \n\n"Yes, sensei," both of them drone back in perfect stereo, without even a hitch in their words to indicate they're both having their tight rear holes worked over.\n\n"From now on, whenever the two of you get turned on, it's going to drive you to study harder," you continue, balls slapping lightly against Asada's virgin pussy. "Masturbating, orgasms, and especially playing with your assholes will give you greater focus and drive once you cum."\n\n"We'll have better focus after cumming from our assholes," they both echo back. \n\nNice, they're summarizing your instructions instead of just parroting them, that must mean they're sinking in well! You slowly pull your cock out of Asada's ass, rubbing it against her pert buttcheeks as you watch her slightly gaping hole close back up. Then you shift over to one side, pressing your cockhead to Takeo's glistening hole, and slowly claiming his anal virginity as well. Once you feel your balls resting against his, you begin thrusting again, sliding your fingers into his sister's rear to continue stimulating her.\n\n"You'll quickly catch on that working yourself up and getting yourself off helps you study," you continue, though you're starting to get a bit breathless now as you fuck the unresponsive boy's tight ass. "As well, keeping yourself stimulated will help you think and absorb information in class. You'll be able to concentrate on thinking about fucking your classmates as well as the teacher's lessons, and doing both will come naturally to you."\n\n"We'll be thinking about fucking everyone in class while we learn," they repeat back.\n\nYes, they're definitely absorbing it well. Pulling out of Takeo's ass, you step back. "On your knees, both of you start sucking my cock." Again without hesitation, the two of them shift and settle onto their knees in front of you, the twins pressing their lips against the sides of your cock and sliding up and down, tongues dragging along the skin, again in almost perfect sync. You don't hold back for too long before letting out a moan, pulling back and stroking yourself, firing off a heavy load of long, thick streamers all over their faces, into their open mouths and across those soft pink tongues. "Clean each other up," you murmur, watching them go to work with their tongues, licking your cum off of each other's faces. Once they've finished, you grin. "Now cum."\n\nTheir sleepy-looking eyes widen, despite still seeming glassy and distant, as both give soft, sweet cries and start bucking their hips. A splash of girlcum from between Asada's legs hits the carpet, while Takeo's limp dick spurts his own streamers of cum down between his legs. Once both of them have finished trembling and twitching their hips, you order them to get dressed, make sure they won't remember anything but a cordial teacher-student chat by the time they step out the door, and send them back to class.\n\nAs you settle into your chair and stroke your cock idly, watching a mind-fogged Jun on her hands and knees cleaning up the two students' cum, you consider. Should you just see how things go? Or would it be better to... monitor the twins closely?\n\n<hr>\n[[Hands off.|HelenJP]]\n\n[[Very hands on.|HelenJP]]

Yanking yourself back from the thoughts almost feels like physically falling off of something, and you come close to toppling out of your chair. You see both your parents start, concern on their faces as you stand up. "Actually, I'm kinda feeling... I think I'm coming down with something," you say, stepping back. "I'm... gonna go back to bed."\n\n"Cyan, are you sure? Maybe you should take something..."\n\n"I'll be fine, I just... I'm gonna rest some more," you stammer, turning and doing your best not to run up the stairs. You have to fight not to slam the door to your room, slumping back against it. Your heart is pounding, but the rhythm feels irregular... even your breathing feels strange and wheezy. maybe you really are sick? But no, something more than that feels... wrong. The cold you're starting to feel isn't like the chills, it's just... an all-over, bone deep cold, a chill that doesn't seem to hurt or make you shake, just to be an absence of warmth. You hurry into your bathroom and splash some water on your face, then look up at the sheet white expression staring back at you. Then your eyes widen as you watch your ears grow to slight points, and your right eye fade from blue to a vibrant crimson. \n\n"Shit shit shit shit," you stammer as you stagger back from the mirror, pressing a hand over your eye. There's a pressure in your teeth, and it seems to be growing with the hunger aching through your entire body, not just your stomach. You're no idiot... the desire to bite, the red eyes, the pointed ears, you're not exactly turning into a zombie here. As you breathe hard, you more and more realize that you can smell your parents downstairs, vibrant and alive, and the desire to do more than bite is getting stronger. Cursing again, you grab a hoodie out of your closet and pull it on, hauling the hood up to hide your ears. Shoving your window open, without really thinking about it you slip out and drop to the ground from the second story, landing in a light crouch. You pause, realizing what you just did, but then a throb of hunger sends you scurrying away without overthinking it, bare feet unbothered by the still-warm concrete of the sidewalk.\n\nYou try to think, finding it hard amidst the sickly sensations running through your body and the thrum of the hunger. You need some help, from somewhere, someone, but who? Well... you've never been the church-going sort, but now might be a good time to take it up, you think, unable to help grinning ruefully. You guess you could go to a doctor... maybe it's a viral thing? Both of those seem a little scary, trusting a stranger with saying 'I'm a vampire'. You don't have many other choices... except maybe your friend Max. Max is, like you, a giant gaming nerd... but she's an even bigger nerd for occultism and mythology and weird monsters and stuff. Maybe she'd know how this happened, how could it have happened? You don't remember being bitten, though maybe a vampire could make you forget. But you don't remember seeing any marks on your neck or anywhere else, after all you got a pretty good look at your naked body when you were trying on-\n\nYou stop in place, then glance down at your chest. 'Blood Wine' colored lingerie. <i>Blood</i> wine?! Could it seriously be that? ... It did seem like maybe your boobs really did get a little bigger when you put on the bra. If they actually did... and that's when the changes started...\n\n<hr>\n[[Go to a church.|GGLing]]\n\n[[See a doctor.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Talk to Max.|GGLing]]\n\n[[Find Lina.|GGLing2x2]]

Your name is Austin, and you're nineteen, having made it through the majority of your first year of university. You're tall and decently good-looking, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail and a lean build. A break in classes is coming up in a few days when you get notice that your great-uncle Archibald has died. Sad news... in a sort of vague, distant way. You met Archibald a few times when you were a child, and he always seemed a kindly, fun sort, but you haven't seen him since, so it's a bit hard to be devastated.\n\nThe letter is rather vague, largely giving you only a notification of his death and the number and name of the lawyer handling his estate. You call and, after giving your name, are put through to a Mrs. Andrews.\n\n"Well, Austin... if I may call you Austin?"\n\n"Yeah, sure, go ahead."\n\n"Well, Austin, your great-uncle was well aware that you're busy with university, and made a provision in his will for that. If you like, you can come to my office and receive a set amount of money and your choice of some bequeathments, or if you care to make more time, there's a chance that you could inherit his entire estate."\n\n"Er... a 'chance'?"\n\n"Yes, as with some extremely wealthy people, your great-uncle established something of a... gimmick will. The sort of thing you'd see on TV shows and movies, I suppose. Archibald had a rather old home, supposedly haunted."\n\n"And I have to spend a night in it?"\n\n"No, not quite. You'll share the house with six other individuals. The last of you to leave wins the estate. Until then, the house is considered the joint property of all of you and your living expenses are paid. Since there is no set end date, the contest could extend... well, weeks, months, years. Obviously that has quite the potential to impact your life and your education, so it's up to you if you want to chance it on possibly not receiving anything. It is up to you... I can either make an appointment for you at my office, or make travel arrangements and have them messengered to you."\n\n<hr>\n[[Appointment.|Austin1x1]]\n\n[[Travel arrangements.|AusHH1x1]]

At the last moment before she makes contact, you jerk yourself back from her, reflexively stiffarming her away from you as you stagger away. "No! What the hell did you do to me?!" you demand, your lips pulling away from your new fangs as you glare at her.\n\nYou can see her hand move, but there's nothing you can actually do about it as it smashes across the side of your face. Her fingers feel like elevator cables striking across your skull at high speed, sending you hurtling to the side and smashing through the legs of the bargain bin, the container crashing down on top of you, spilling panties around your body. You jerk a little, every movement sending fresh shots of pain cascading through your body from your head as you try to get your hands under her, barely able to make your eyes focus as she strides slowly and deliberately towards you, her lips pressed together and glowing red eyes narrow in fury.\n\n"It's been a long time since some little maggot of a thrall dared to show their fangs to me," Lina says. Despite the evenness of her voice, the cold fury underlying each word is obvious and sends a throb of absolute terror through your body. "For that, I'm going to make you suffer before you give your will over to mine."\n\nEvery step closer she comes, you can feel the urge to throw yourself at her feet and start slobberingly begging for forgiveness as you kiss her feet. Only the flashes of physical pain from your head with every slight movement of your body give you the resistance necessary to avoid doing so, the agony serving as a sharp reminder of what's in store for you if you submit. You have to-\n\n<hr>\n[[-escape!|GGLing]]\n\n[[-fight back!|GGLing]]

You'll mess around with the other attack options later, maybe there'll be some tutorial balloon that pops up explaining them by then anyway. You try out leaping forward and swinging your sword at one of the guards, and find yourself perfectly propelled in front of them to bring the massive blade down. It slices right through, but doesn't seem to do any other damage other than causing him to jerk back as if he'd been punched before turning into translucent red light and disappearing as you instinctively leap back to the spot where you were standing. You feel a bit of relief... it's one thing to see gore and sprays of blood on the computer screen, but you're not sure if you could have stomached this sim if people's guts came spilling out when you cut them in half. The other guard raises their gun, which chatters briefly and you feel a handful of small bursts of pain in your chest, like sudden and somewhat exaggerated insect stings, as your HP bar drops. Luckily the pain doesn't last, and when you repeat your leaping attack, the other guard dissipates as well.\n\nYou find yourself giving your sword a few satisfied slashes in the air before twirling and sheathing it at your back again. A screen pops up reading a meager trickle of XP and AP, though you do level up off of it, so you've got that going for you. The menu collapses down to just your name and HP/MP bars, with an arrow at the side. Tapping the arrow shows the same commands as before, though now 'Items' and 'Setup' have been added to them. The 'Items' menu seems obvious, so you check out 'Setup'. Looks like that's where the more complex menus like for equipping things, summoning party members, and changing the color of the dialog boxes is. You'll mess with it later. For now you decide to hurry across the platform and down the stairs to catch up with the others. \n\nYou find them gathered around the gates to the reactor, with a skinny guy with brown hair glancing up from where a woman in practical, though somewhat run-down clothing is messing with an open panel. "Oh hey there, new guy! We were just introducing everyone. Well, sort of. Cloud's kinda in a bad mood, I guess," he says, grinning sheepishly, then wincing as the blonde scowls at him. "Um, anyway, he did say you're his 'senpai', right? Mister...?"\n\nEverything pauses, and a dashed line appears under 'Ex-SOLDIER' on your menu, which has now been replaced by 'Eric'. So it defaults to your own name, but you can fill in something else if you want. Heh, there's always the option of something completely stupid just to amuse yourself when it gets said in the midst of ultra-serious dialog. Or maybe kind of self-aggrandizing. Or both.\n\n<hr>\n[["'Eric'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["I'm 'God', of course."|FF7M]]\n\n[["Call me 'Mr. Huge Cock'."|FF7M]]\n\n[["A lot of people call me 'Fuckhead'."|FF7M]]

You take down the Misogybot Rifle, its armatures and any others that had been extended quickly retracting into the walls. You spend a few moments checking its weight and sights, making sure the program hasn't thrown you any curves (it's only supposed to do that to Bounty Hunters that aren't you, but you never know), before nodding and turning to walk through the now-open portal door.\n\nYou emerge into the Sector Seven slums, not too far down the street from the Seventh Heaven. From the looks and sounds of things the bar is still open, though winding down for the night... more people are walking out and no one's walking in. While whatever player inhabiting the role currently thinks of themselves as Tifa Lockhart, they're probably still driven by a desire to get out and explore, but obviously Tifa can't do that if the bar is still full of patrons... it wouldn't be very Tifa-y to kick everyone out just so she can go look at the Shinra Building or fight ghosts in the trainyard.\n\nHm, now what to do...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Go right at her.|CapTifa-MBR2x1]]\n\n[[Hunker down and wait.|CapTifa-MBR1x1]]

You almost don't notice it when you move again, having been lulled into a state of blank-mindedness by the lack of sensation and not-noise long since. It actually feels strange as the seal is undone, as rubber starts peeling off of your skin with a long, somehow lewd noise, leaving you sprawled there immobile and dazed, your brain not really comprehending the sights and sounds taken in by your highly darkness-adjusted eyes. There's a familiar sound making mouth-noises, and then you feel hands wrapping around your legs and hooking under your arms, lifting you up off of the rubber sheet and carrying you, limp and naked, beneath hallway lights that gradually come into slightly better focus.\n\nThe pair of large male facility workers carry you into your room and lay you down on your bed, and then make mouth-noises to each other, your brain still not thoroughly reconnected enough with your sensitive, slightly tacky-feeling bare body yet to quite comprehend what they're saying. Then one of them is rolling you over and pulling your lower half over the side of the bed, and pushing his cock into your ass, which spreads open to accept him easily, leaving you to moan softly at the feel of pleasure after a seeming eternity of feeling nothing. The other male settles in front of you and pulls your mouth down over his cock, and you reward him for the sensation of tasting and feeling his prick by starting to suckle and slurp at it eagerly, your tongue going to work with a mindless enthusiasm guided by lust for feeling more than anything else. The one behind you starts driving into your ass with abandon, his hips compressing your round rear every time they smack against it and letting it bounce back when he pulls back, his hands coming forward to fill themselves to overflowing with your tits. You come a little bit more back to yourself and also drift a little further away with every orgasm that the sensation of cocks stuffed in your ass and mouth drives you to, until you finally pass out at the overwhelming feeling of being used as a cumdump.\n\nYou blink and sit up suddenly, looking around. You're on your bed in your small, simple quarters in Operations. To judge by the clock and date display on the wall, it's roughly four days since you first entered the lab for the procedure. You look down at yourself, then stare... your body has changed. Your tits are now huge... easily the size of your head, maybe bigger. Every slight shift and movement makes them jiggle energetically, even your breathing. They sway and wobble like jello as you clamber to your feet and move to look in a mirror. Your hips are a bit rounder too, and your ass is definitely more full. Curious, you give it a slight smack, gasping a little both in surprise at how good it feels and at the sight of it jiggling just as energetically as your tits. "Side effects," you mutter to yourself with a shake of the head. How are you going to sneak through vents with these? You press your hands on your tits, unable to help moaning at how good even that rather rough treatment feels, but also watch as they easily compress down practically flat and then spring back out to jiggle and bounce crazily as you release them. Ah, that's how.\n\nYou spend a few moments twisting and stretching, and are truly surprised by how effortless it is to twist into near impossible positions. You start to ease yourself down into a splits, something you could barely do as an enhanced agent... and then just drop down when you realize there's no resistance and no pain, stretching your legs out at a perfect 180 degree line, your pussy actually touching against the floor. You find yourself rubbing against it, groaning lowly at the stimulation of the carpet on your smooth, bare sex. You've been awhile without any stimulation at all, after all. Well, time to fix that.\n\nClimbing back up onto the bed, you begin kneading your newly immense tits, moaning lustily as your fingers practically disappear into them when you squeeze down. You toy with your larger, thicker, longer nipples, teasing at them and pinching, giving a few tugs and gasping loudly in pleasure and surprise at just how far they can stretch before even the hint of pain appears. Unable to help your curiosity, you begin toying an index finger at the very tip of one, gradually working it around and around and exerting more pressure... then cry out as your fingertip actually pushes inside your nipple. You shiver at the intense pleasure, pushing your index fingers into both nipples and starting to finger-fuck your own tits. Soon you're two-fingering your nipples and shuddering as you drive yourself to multiple boobgasms from the strange and erotic sensation. \n\nBy the time you take a break from finger-fucking your own nipples, your pussy is puffy and sopping wet. You experimentally push three fingers into it, feeling it stretch fairly easily but cling closely... just like well-made rubber. You pump three fingers into yourself, then four, and finally twist some to push your entire hand into yourself up to the wrist, moaning loudly as your pussy engulfs your entire fist. You roll onto your front, pillowed by your huge squishy tits as you reach back and push your other hand just as easily into your ass, your eyes rolling up into your head and tongue lolling out as you work both of your own holes with an entire hand each.\n\nBut once you've gotten yourself off repeatedly that way, you're still not done. There's still one more thing to try, the ultimate test of your new flexibility. You grab your own legs, then slowly begin to lean forward. Your back curves as easily as a cat's, and though it takes more time and effort than the previous maneuvers, soon your tits are being squashed against your own belly as you bend forward and bring your face up to your own crotch. You begin to live out everyone's private dream as you start working your tongue over your own pussy, giving yourself the oral sex you've always dreamed of, moaning against your own wet, sopping folds as you nibble your own stiff clit and tonguefuck your cunt while bent into a pretzle.\n\nAll good things must come to an end however, and eventually, tired and satisfied, you uncoil and head into your bathroom to get cleaned up. You emerge and don one of the form-fitting bodysuits usually worn for casual wear around Operations... though yours has a lot more form to fit now... and head out to the meeting room, having been alerted that Ryoko and Karin are waiting for you.\n\n"Ah, good, you're here," Ryoko says as she glances up. "I take it you've noticed some of the side effects?" she adds, glancing in mild amusement at your chest. "Apparently the material sometimes bonds with and propagates in fat cells as well, so."\n\n"I'd noticed, yes," you reply dryly as you settle into one of the chairs at the table. "I'll get used to it easily enough."\n\n"Good, because in just a few days' time, we'll have another mission for you. Kuroko Sakai suffered an extreme setback with your destruction of her facility and discovery that she's using genetic augments. We've already taken out one of her genetic research facilities, but there's another, more secure and hardened one that we need to destroy as well. That will be your next task."\n\n"Now hey wait hold on!" Karin interjects. "There's something else to consider! Kyoko-chan's flexibility ratio is almost double what any other agent who's undergone the procedure has wound up with. The treatment seems to really agree with her so we could stand to study why and how it's so effective... maybe even put her through the procedure again. We could be bordering on authentic superpowers here, not just greater-than-normal human abilities!"\n\n"Kyoko is a field agent, not a test subject," Ryoko says a little sharply, before sighing. "But you're right, that could be quite valuable research. Still, this genetic facility needs addressing. Kyoko, what do you think...?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Take out the genetics lab.|Kyoko]]\n\n[[More flexibility process testing.|Kyoko]]

You actually feel one of your ears twitch as you catch a distant sound. Concentrating, you can just barely hear the front doorknob and the door's hinges moving. The step on the carpet is too light to be Konrad or Ulf, too heavy to be Alanna, and though you think you can pick out the sound of a robe swishing, you're pretty sure Zadaan would be calling out to you by now. Oho. Sounds like your mystery mage may have returned after all. Maybe you tripped an alarm or something that caused him to teleport back from a long trip. \n\nYou glance around quickly, mind working to decide your options. There's the hallway, though it sounds like he's headed towards it... that's only an option if you want to charge him head-on. You can see several shadows and nooks that you're fairly certain you could hide in... but then, if he's on alert and actually looking for you, you're not sure if they'd really conceal you. You could press flat near the doorway and try to surprise ambush him that way, but again, what if he's expecting something like that, he might have countermeasures ready. Finally, you spot a hole in the floor you didn't notice previously... it looks just big enough to slide down, but it's literally a dark hole in the floor leading to who-knows-where. But then, if you're really scared of this guy...\n\n<hr>\n[[Charge!|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hide.|GGRogue1x12]]\n\n[[Ambush.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[[Hole.|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

It's not like you've never seen a goth before. The school has a decent contingent of them, and they operate on a sort of unspoken truce with your crowd... mild derision and insults are flung from both ends but no all-out bullying of large numbers of them. You're pretty sure that in a full out "war" between preps and goths the preps could win handily... but there would be fallout, some of the little black-clad fuckers are pretty devious and have nothing to lose (socially). \n\nBut there's something about this one. Maybe it's that her look is both understated and striking... she hasn't gone full-out with piercings, overdone clothes, and so on (in other words, she doesn't look like a Hot Topic jacked off all over her), and yet what she's done is somehow so striking that she almost radiates an aura of darkness and... thrill. Looking at her makes you feel like when you were little and it was Halloween, or when you'd get to watch a full-fledged horror movie. You actually find your heart racing a little and your mouth going a bit dry, your tongue flicking half-unconsciously over your lips. \n\n"I'm... going to go gather some information," you announce, standing up from the table with your hands braced on it, until you're certain your palms aren't going to be all sweaty.\n\n"What?" One of your girls, Darla, blinks at you. "It's just some emo chick, Layla, why would you need info on her?"\n\n"You never know, she might be from a rich family or something," you say with a shrug to justify it. "If she's got sisters or brothers that aren't trying to upset mommy and daddy, it'd be bad to give her Hell, right?"\n\n"Good point," one of the others allows with a nod. Picking and choosing targets is something to be careful about, after all... there's still the infamous story about the year a Senior girl picked an ubernerd transfer student as her new favorite bullying target, only for the kid to turn out to be the new Chief of Police's beloved stepchild. The rumors of what happened afterwards are many and varied, ranging from her dad getting arrested for embezzlement to her getting picked up for underage drinking and tossed naked in the canine division kennels for a night, but what's for certain is that she wound up going to a college far, far away and never coming back. \n\nYou make your way across the cafeteria, wondering why the hell you feel so warm and nervous. You've never really felt like this about... anyone. But your eyes are locked onto her like laser sights, picking out the loose, thin long-sleeved black shirt, the dark metallic blue fingernails, the long, straight, jet black hair, the black jeans with a few light tears in them. You arrive at the table and look down at skin so white that it almost glows even in the vitality-leeching fluorescent bulbs of the cafeteria, and after a moment she looks up and blinks. Red contacts... but they're very, very good ones, and the sight of those red eyes sends a strange shiver through you.\n\n"... Can I help you?" she asks in a wary tone, those red eyes flitting up and down.\n\n<hr>\n[["Hi."|MeanLove]]\n\n[["Little early for Halloween."|MeanLove1x3]]

Starting the shower, you lift down both bottles and eye them. Are you really gonna do this? ... Eh, why not, adventures in transformative soaps has been fun so far! Ah, but what ratio to mix them in? That might have an affect on what happens...\n\n<hr>\n[[A little bit of Sword, a lot of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of Sword, a little bit of Elegant Lady.|HLMai]]\n\n[[A lot of both.|HLMai]]

You make a show of thinking it over, while idly swaying your now even longer and thicker stiff prick back and forth above Nabiki's head, making her sway gently on all fours as if entranced. "I don't think that's quite enough," you say with a mock long-suffering sigh.\n\n"Oh pleeeeeease," she whimpers pathetically, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.\n\nSighing melodramatically again and rolling your eyes, you glance down at her. "Oh, tell you what. If you give me every cent you have everywhere, sign over literally everything you own to me, and agree to become my slave for the rest of your life, I <i>guess</i> I'll fuck your worthless, useless ass."\n\nNabiki hesitates for only a moment, though you can tell it's practically destroying her to think about it. Then she sees a huge pearl of pre build up at the tip of your cock, and you can actually see part of her identity crumble in her eyes as she turns and goes scrambling back to her desk. She goes into a flurry of work at her laptop and files, before walking back over to you, holding out a small stack of papers with trembling hands. "H-here... two million dollars, a legal document saying everything I own now belongs to you, and another one saying I'm your property, I... I don't know how well it'll hold up in court, but oh God please..."\n\n"Well. Fine," you answer with a little huff as you take the papers. "But you understand I'm doing you a huge favor by agreeing to this, right?"\n\n"Oh, thank you, thank you," she gushes, quickly yanking off her (well, you suppose technically your) shirt, setting those huge tits of hers to swaying and wobbling as she just as eagerly shoves down and out of her shorts. She hurries to the bed and bends over it, reaching back and using both hands to spread her asscheeks, baring her pale, perfect pucker to you, along with the soft pink pussy dribbling down her inner thighs.\n\nYou take a moment to touch the pendant and access the debug menu, manifesting a literal gallon of the 'Ultralube' it has as an option. Unscrewing the cap, you upend it over your armlike cock, letting it splash and dribble over it until it's literally dripping with the glistening clear goo. Stepping forward, you press the huge head up to Nabiki's pucker, then start to push in, the tight little ring quickly starting to smooth out as it spreads wider and wider around just your cockhead.\n\n"Fffffffuck!" Nabiki yowls, her eyes rolling up in her head as she cums instantly, her asshole already starting to try and squeeze around you and her pussy giving a light gush. Her hands twist in the sheets as your own grab her hips, holding her in place as you keep pressing forward, sliding more and more of your immense prick into her rear hole, the lube making a few wet, lewd noises as you keep pushing in. Her whole body trembles lightly with the intensity of the pleasure she's experiencing from having your monstrously-sized prick shoved into her ass. A nice clear outline of your cock slides along her flat belly, going further and further up along her, until eventually it's actually up betweeen those huge tits where they're pillowed on the bed. Feeling her quivering cunt pressing against your immense balls, you grab her around the waist and begin fucking her, pumping a good foot of your monster prick in and out of her ass with each stroke, making Nabiki cum both when you pull out and when you thrust back in, leaving her whimpering and drooling and moaning like a whore, her eyes still rolled up in her head and tongue lolled out, mouth curved up mindlessly.\n\nYou look down, grinning at the sight of your cock spreading her round, shaking asscheeks and stretching her ass taut, the tight little hole stretched and darkened above her still perfect and untouched pink pussy, which gushes in an intense orgasm every time your huge balls slap against it. You give her ass a slap, Nabiki yowling happily, the formerly prideful and sarcastic girl bucking back against you shamelessly. \n\n"You're destroying my ass!" she gasps out happily. "Fffuck, you're destroying my ass, destroy my ass, destroy my fucking ass, please, ruin it, fucking wreck it, fffffuck!"\n\nWith that encouragement ringing in your ears, you slam forward, starting to empty your enlarged balls deep inside Nabiki. She squeals like an animal as she cums so hard even your immense sack gets drenched, her ass clenching around your shuddering monster of a prick as her belly swells up, the outline of your cock gradually fading. By the time you're done she looks almost full term pregnant, her belly swollen and wobbling with the massive load of cum filling it, her whole body twitching it as she gives little breathless laughs that indicate her actual mental faculties have checked out.\n\nPleased, you touch your pendant again, Nabiki freezing in place still speared on your cock. You see you've unlocked several more options, there really must be some sort of level up system... maybe it happens by you doing progressively more perverse things. Speaking of which, what to do with Nabiki here...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Make sure she's always stuffed with huge cocks.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Actually, if she likes huge cocks so much...|RanPP]]\n\n[[Hey, "Ultra Cum Mode" sounds interesting!|RanPP]]

"I..." You stare around at the Council, your gaze fixed on the jack-o-lantern visage of the Pumpkin King, his viny body wrapped in a deep black Victorian mourning suit, his gloved fingers tapping together with obviously cruel intent. ... Yes. You deserve this for what you've done. It's wrong to try and get off with any lesser punishment. You hang your head, and whisper, "The Pumpkin King."\n\n"Oho, the fool has a mind to atone with her suffering," the Pumpkin King declares, his carved mouth curving up into a broader grin... and then the tops of his hollow hole eyes narrowing to give it a vastly more sinister aspect. "And if she thinks that is to earn her any leniency, she's <b>dead</b> wrong!" he declares, voice building to a high-pitched shrieking cackle as his jacket twitches and buttons burst, pumpkin vines flying out to grab you and drawing you with a scream of sheer terror inside of his body.\n\nYou spend the next 500 years as a test subject for every scare, trick, or deviancy that crosses the Pumpkin King's mind, even if it would obviously be far too intense to include in his actual holiday. New monstrous creations are sent into the dank dungeons where you're kept, the intensity of your screams judged by a silent panel of horrors that look on as you're pursued, run down, and often violated at the end. Unflinching dead eyes watch as cocks bigger than your limbs deform your stomach and bloat you up with immense loads of putrid cum, or tentacles plunge into your nipples while others jut from your mouth, spewing slime as the beasts pound into your ass from behind, or while tendrils steal into your nose and ears to stroke and violate your brain. You'd think you'd become inured to these horrors, but you never do... it's as if some magic protects your sanity, and no matter how many times it's broken by the King's creations and what they do to you, it's always restored by the next morning and ready, like your body, to be violated anew.\n\nAt other times you're forced to test new candies and potions devised by his research team. Sometimes they're just foul-tasting or disgusting in texture, and some days there are even some fairly nice ones that give you the tiniest moments of happiness amidst the Hell that you suffer. And then there are the ones with "side effects"... the ones that leave you sprouting extra limbs or tentacles, transforming your lower body into a spider's and making you grow extra eyes, or cause you to melt into goo. Others have effects less horrific but still strange and distressing, like the one that causes your tits to swell up larger than the rest of your body and turn orange, spurting pumpkin juice as you writhe and bounce atop them. There are testing days where you hope for ones like that, just so you don't have to spend the day as a large, unblinking eyeball again.\n\nEventually, you've served your time, and the Pumpkin King tosses you out into a cemetery, leaving you to lay naked and twitching, the protection your mind has been given all these centuries suddenly gone and leaving the numerous horrors you've experienced to come crashing in. You're eventually found wandering amongst the holotombstones, occasionally screaming like a banshee, and taken to a psychiatric hospital. Vac-sealed in the current equivalent of a straightjacket, a one piece garment of white-rubber that is sealed up so tightly that your arms can't move and your legs and hips are left bare, you spend your days rocking back and forth, gibbering about all the horrors you've seen in a constant high-pitched voice in between more howling screams. Finally the specialists decide there's no other option: they'll have to do a complete and total mindwipe and new basic personality implant.\n\nYou're strapped into the high-tech chair and your old memories, personality, and self are gradually stripped away bit by bit. At some point in the procedure, enough of your time as a prisoner in Halloween Town is gone that you can think clearly, remember your old self, but the chair has rendered you silent as well as completely immobile, and there's no way to beg for them to stop as your old self is wiped out as well. Oh well... they'd probably have just thought you were still crazy if you said you were from 500 years in the past, you think with the last bit of your self before it's technologically bleached out of you, and the new basic citizen personality begins to be uploaded in its place.\n\nAssigned the name of Janine Dougherty, you leave the hospital and report to the small apartment you've been assigned as housing until you eventually find a job and better accomodations of your own. It's a simple, white-walled studio apartment, the screen on one wall currently displaying the weather, local time, and planetary date, October 31, 2517. Taking a look around, glancing at the small food prep area and then the bathroom, you cross to the small closet and hit the panel beside it to open the door. It slides open to reveal the small dark recess, currently only containing several spair plain white top and bottom sets like the one you're currently wearing, basic garb. As you're reaching for the small control next to the door that will turn on the light, though, you hear a faint coo of a voice from inside, seemingly far far deeper in the shadows than the closet could possibly reach.\n\n"Holly. Come home."\n\nYou slam the control to close the closet door so hard the high-impact plastic cracks and hurl yourself across the small apartment, huddling in the corner. As scary as that was, you don't know why you're so terrified, you don't know who Holly is, all you know is that you're rocking in place and sobbing.\n\nYou hate Halloween.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Hallowed out</i>

With a grin, you hit the small checkbox for the 'Size Queen' megafetish. Nabiki will now have an uncontrollable lust for huge cocks... and, since you unlocked the the body sliders, you can certainly provide that!\n\nAccessing your own body sliders, you start moving the cock and ball size sliders forward. You'd gone mostly soft while considering your options, and now you give a low moan as your member lengthens and thickens, getting fatter and longer by the moment as you move the little arrows along the thin bars. Soon your cockhead is wobbling about around your knees, your armlike shaft hanging down over a pair of heavy, swaying balls. You give your hips a shake and take a few steps... somehow you don't seem to have a problem moving, despite the size and weight the thing should have or the way it should get in the way of your legs moving. Bless virtual reality. Tapping the 'Apply' button, you make your way out into the hall, not bothering to knock as you push Nabiki's door open. "Hey," you call cheerfully.\n\n"Haven't you heard of knocki-" Nabiki starts. She's sitting at her desk wearing a black t-shirt that's stretched tight over tits twice the size of her head, and snug little denim shorts hugging the round fullness of her ass where it's parked in her chair. She starts to turn to look at you, a light scowl on her face, when her jaw drops. She stares at the monster hanging between your legs, giving a shaky little inhale and, you're pretty sure, cumming a bit just from the sight of your prick.\n\n"What's the matter, Nabs?" you ask casually, giving your hips a mild shimmy to make your thick, limp cock wobble around. \n\nShe's in such a hurry to scramble out of her chair that she actually falls, hitting the floor on all fours. Not bothering to stand, she crawls towards you, her eyes having gone a bit glazed, her lips parted as she pants, the denim crotch of her shorts rapidly dampening as she makes her way over to you. "Please... please," she whispers, her tongue lolling out some, her pride already crumbled in the face of the immense prick in front of her. "Please, fuck me, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Let her suck it.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Make her beg some more.|RanPP7x5]]

"Ehhh, I dunno," you hedge, idly reaching down to cup a hand around the side of your shaft and starting to stroke it, making it bounce and shake as it gradually begins to harden. Nabiki's eyes widen and she gives a soft whimper, the wet spot on the crotch of her shorts growing. "I just don't know that you deserve my cock, Nabiki."\n\n"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Nabiki groans as she writhes in front of you, her eyes following every shake and movement of your stiffening prick. It takes a few more repetitions of that before you realize she's not calling out to any deity, she's talking about your cock. She swallows hard, apparently managing to get it together. "I'll... I'll pay you!"\n\n"Oh really?" you ask, as if only mildly intrigued, but internally you're fighting not to laugh.\n\n"I... I can get some money together!" she whines, starting to lean forward and stick her tongue out, and whining again as you give her a light push on the head that topples her onto her side. She scrambles back up to all fours, looking up at you pleadingly, drool running down her chin. "Fi-fifty... no, a hundred thousand dollars, if you'll fuck me! Please, please!"\n\n<hr>\n[[Fuck her pussy for $100,000.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nah, not enough.|RanPP7x6]]

Deciding you've had your fun with the redhead for the moment, you jerk your thumb towards the window. "Hey. I'm done with you, get lost. Go fuck whatever with a dick wants to use you."\n\nShuddering in delight at being talked to that way by the man that just knocked her up, Ranma pops her mouth off of your cock and nods quickly. "You got it!" Not even bothering to get dressed or use the door, she turns and leaps out the window, tits bouncing merrily as she lands in the tree and leaps out, off in search of the first man or dog to get a hardon at seeing her slutty body.\n\nConsidering your next move, you touch the pendant again to pop open the menu and peruse the list of nearby characters. You blink as you notice that there are several options that weren't there before... maybe you 'leveled up' somehow with this particular choice of options for use on Ranma? Either way it looks like you've unlocked body sliders (so that you can adjust a character's proportions beyond the automatic alterations that come with the personality changes), and something called 'Megafetishes'. Curious, you tap the small question mark next to the row above sexual preferences where it's listed, and read the box that pops up. Apparently you can choose one 'Megafetish' for each character... a desire so strong that it overrides everything else, and will drive them wild with need even without any other alterations. Huh, fun. \n\nIt looks like the other obvious nearby targets are Akane, Nabiki, and Kasumi. You have several fun ideas of what you could do with each to have them begging and pleading for more like Ranma just was, especially with these new options. It's just a matter of which to play with...\n\n<hr>\n[[Akane|RanPP]]\n\n[[Nabiki|RanPP7x3]]\n\n[[Kasumi|RanPP]]\n\n[[All three|RanPP]]

Hm, the snide, money-hungry sister. It could be really fun to try out one of these 'Megafetishes' on her and watch her squirm and plead for more like Ranma was even without altering her personality into complete sluttiness.\n\nFirst you take the opportunity to alter her body sliders a little... a bit more booty, a lot more boobs. You put the slider about where you think Ranma's wound up... well, maybe a little bigger. Then you glance over some of the selections, trying to decide which one would best serve as a shameful-for-her and fun-for-you fetish for Nabiki.\n\n<hr>\n[[Size Queen|RanPP7x4]]\n\n[[Humiliation|RanPP]]\n\n[[Prostitution|RanPP]]

"Um... Thanksgiving?" you venture. You're not even sure what that could possibly involve, but you don't see how it could be too bad.\n\n"Oh good! I've been looking for a new kitchen assistant!" the Thanksgiving Turkey declares with a cluck, snapping his feathers and teleporting the two of you to some sort of large kitchen. It looks like one of those sets you see on Food Network when they're trying to give a "country living" feel, right down to the high-end luxury log cabin walls. \n\n"K-Kitchen assistant, huh?" you say somewhat nervously, feeling even more out of place in your nudity in this setting. You manage a smile. "So, I'm... I'm going to help you test out new recipes and stuff?"\n\n"That's right!" the turkey answers cheerfully, moving over to the counter island where a large wooden chopping block has been set up. "You're going to play a very important role in my Thanksgiving meal testing!"\n\n"The... the assistant chef?"\n\n"Don't be silly!" the turkey says genially before grabbing you by the back of the neck and hauling you easily up onto the chopping board, shoving you into place with your cheek against it and your ass in the air, while his other wing lifts a cleaver high. "You're the ingredients!"\n\n"WAIT NO!" you scream, but too late as that cleaver comes flashing down. The world goes topsy-turvy as you tumble down to the floor in a spill of blonde hair, rolling across the tile and winding up staring wide-eyed up at your own headless body on the cooking board. 'There's no blood,' you think in a daze, expecting everything to go black at any moment... but it doesn't. Instead you just lay there in silent, wide-eyed shock as you watch the Thanksgiving Turkey trussing your body up like a, well, like a Thanksgiiving turkey. Strangely you can feel the movements of your body, even the string being wrapped around your ankles and hands to hold them in place. You can also feel it as the Turkey starts stuffing your pussy and ass full of, uh, stuffing, apples and wallnuts and breadcrumbs it looks like, though you're unable to cry out or even moan as his wing-hands slide deep inside you again and again, until your belly is bulging up with the stuff. Humming cheerfully, he lifts your body up and slides it into a heated oven, and you can immediately feel the heat all around you (except for your head, obviously), your skin starting to be coated in greasy sweat, which you can both feel and see through the oven window from your place on the floor. As if finally noticing your head, the Turkey chirps, "Oops!" and walks over, grabbing you by the hair and walking to the side. "Can't leave trash just laying around," he declares, stomping the pedal of a garbage pail and dropping you into darkness.\n\nYou abruptly sit up, gasping, your hands flying to your head... which is still on your shoulders. You look around wildly, and then up at the Thanksgiving Turkey as he declares, "Good morning! Ready for more cooking testing!"\n\n"W-what... you're..." You swallow hard. "Are you... going to use me as a turkey again?!"\n\n"What? No, don't be silly, we did that just yesterday," the Turkey clucks, shaking his head... then shoving an apple in your mouth. "Today you're ham."\n\nAnd that's how you spend the next 500 years. Some days you're roast turkey, some days you're suckling pig. But it's not always a meat dish, and your body always seems to take on the substance and firmness required for the Turkey's recipes. Some days you're diced up, your insides revealed to be firm and glistening solid white, so that you can be boiled and churned into whipped potatoes. Some days you're mashed into a fine crimson jelly and stuffed into a can, to be poured wobbling out onto a dish and sliced into even cylindrical pieces with the can lid. Some days you get jellied into pie filling, some days you're baked into cookies.\n\nWhen you're released, you're found wandering the street in a daze, and come to the attention of the authorities when you look through a window, see a buffet, and start screaming like a madwoman. Sent to a psychiatric facility, you're diagnosed with the most acute and generalized cibophobia they've ever seen in any individual. No treatment seems to work, and besides they can't find any record of you in any current system. Eventually it's decided that for your own mental well-being, you'll need to live in a special psychiatric facility where the environment can be strictly controlled for the rest of your life, and exist entirely on flavored liquid nutrients.\n\nAfter the Great November Inmate Riot, they learn which flavors to avoid for your liquid nutrients.\n\n<b>Holly the Easter Bunny</b> end - <i>Thanksgiving but no thanks</i>

Heck, why mess around with anything even vaguely subtle? You can just make yourself the perfect slutty female fucktoy with a few slides of the selection bars. You spend a few moments tweaking, making sure that Ranma will not only let you do just about anything you could possibly want to her but be enthusiastic about it, then hit the 'Apply' key.\n\nUsually Ranma's change is obscured by whatever water hit him, but this time you actually get to watch as it takes effect, your meddling switching him from guy to girl without need of the pail in the corner. You watch as he loses a good few inches of height, broad shoulders sloping and drawing in, hair shifting to bright red and hips rounding out. You watch with interest as his clothes start to change as well, pants fading away and boxers tightening and shrinking, turning into a rather skimpy black thong hugging the curve of her pussy, its straps riding high on her hips. Her red silk shirt also starts to draw up, merging together and turning into a tanktop as Ranma's breasts swell outwards... and swell, and swell. Your eyes widen as they grow to at least half again as large as her head and then slightly bigger, definitely way bigger than they ever were on the show. The tanktop continues to shrink until it covers just barely half of the huge orbs, and Ranma blinks a little as if noticing the sudden change. Then her expression shifts to a smile as she rolls over onto all fours and crawls to you, heavy tits swaying beneath her and ass shaking lightly in the air until she can straighten up, grabbing the waistband of your pants and yanking them down.\n\n"Hey baby," she coos as you stand there in mild shock, your cock abruptly hard as a rock as she wraps a hand around the base and slides her mouth over the head. Just moments ago Ranma was a confidently masculine male who would never even think of another guy sexually. Now she's moaning as she eagerly and expertly sucks your cock, her tongue washing all over it as she bobs her head up and down. She shifts up to balance on the balls of her feet with her legs spread wide, sliding her other hand down the front of her panties and starting to frig herself while she gulps down more and more of your cock. She only draws back and off of it to dip forward and start worshipping your balls with her tongue, mmming and announcing, "Fuck, I think if I didn't get some cock soon I was gonna die!" So much for vows of manliness.\n\nOnce she's sucked and licked at your balls for a few minutes she rises back up to slide her mouth back down over your cock, gulping down a good half of the ten plus inches in a single go, then pressing herself onward, quagging audibly as she works it into her throat. Unable to hold back, you grab the sides of her head and start thrusting forward hard, shoving in deep and hilting yourself between her lips, her throat bulging with your length. Ranma certainly doesn't seem to have any problems with this, in fact moaning even more eagerly between her throat being stuffed with your cock, her hand dropping from the root of it to yank up her top and start roughly kneading one of her huge tits, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh until they practically disappear. You don't bother holding back, eventually shoving in and using Ranma's throat as a cum dump, feeling her tonguing the underside of your shaft and moaning in her own orgasm as you pump your load into her belly.\n\nYou pull back and Ranma quickly scrambles to her feet, shedding the shirt and stepping out of her panties as she moves over to the wall and bends over. Those full orbs wobble as they settle into hanging down heavily, one of her hands moving between her legs and spreading her pussylips to show off her pink. "C'mon and try to knock me up, baby, show the world what a fucking slut I am for getting a baby put in me by my own cousin," the once restrained martial artist coos, shaking her ass a little as arousal drools down over her fingers. Unable to refuse an offer like that, you hurriedly toss your own clothes and move over, rubbing the tip of your dick up and down her slit briefly before shoving deep into her, listening to her moan happily as she's stuffed. You grab her waist and begin pounding forward, as hard and rough as you like, feeling her tight, sodden channel gripping and fluttering eagerly around you, watching the tremors get sent through her ass at the impact of your hips and her tits shaking and swaying under her.\n\n"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck my bitch cunt, fuck my worthless bitch cunt and use it to dump your cum in, leave me a knocked-up slut!" Ranma continues to enthuse amidst her moans and gasps. Dang, that dirty talk kink you gave her is really prominent, huh? You lean forward to grab at her swaying udders, sinking your own fingers into them and feeling the fat, stiff nipples dig into your palms as she squeals eagerly. Gritting your teeth and panting like an animal in rut, you pound away at her pussy in your efforts to breed her, to use her like she wants to be. "Yes, yes, fucking rape me, fucking rape me with your big hard cock!" she pleads, tongue lolling out some as she cums repeatedly. Finally you groan and shove forward, spilling another load into her... you have no idea if you actually can knock her up in this simulation, but you have a feeling that if you can, you just did.\n\nRanma coos and wiggles against you, and you find that you're not going soft. Must be a benefit of this being a simulation, or at least the cheat variety of one. Well, no reason not to keep on, then. Pulling out of Ranma's pussy and leaving it dribbling your load, you shift upwards a bit, pressing it up against her pucker instead. Since Ranma gives an excited whisper of 'Fucking do it!', you once again shove forward hard, hearing the former boy yowl happily and feeling her ass clench around your cock as she instantly cums. You keep shoving forward, getting a few more inches in every time and every time feeling her cum, her pussy gushing against your balls once you've hilted in her. Shifting up to grab her waist again, you begin assfucking your redhaired slut as hard as you can, Ranma's eyes rolling up in her head and a brainless smile curving her lips as she's used like a sex toy.\n\nEven with a sim, you've cum twice in quick succession, so you're able to hold out considerably longer while pounding Ranma's tight little butt, with her begging for more and verbally abusing herself the entire time. Eventually though you grunt and spill inside her, now having claimed all three holes. Ranma makes a half-disappointed, half-satisfied noise as you pull out, her somewhat stretched asshole dribbling a stream of milky white. Almost instantly she turns around and squats down on the balls of her feet again to slide the cock that was just deep in her ass into her mouth, slurping and licking at it eagerly while her blue eyes roll up to watch your face. Damn, when you made her into a superslut, it really worked.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get rid of her and find another girl.|RanPP7x2]]\n\n[[Sic her on Akane.|RanPP]]\n\n[[Call Ranma's fiancees over to have a look at the new Ranma.|RanPP]]

You suppose you count as a "youngster" according to marketing jargon, right? That'd probably be the right clothing for you. You select that option, filling out the information such as your address and sizes. The moment you click 'Send' you jump at an abrupt knock on the front door. Blinking at the coincidence, you stand and head out the door of your room and down the stairs.\n\n"JAM-, oh, hey, package for you," your mother says, proffering you a white cardboard box. "Did you order something?"\n\n"Um." You glance at the logo. 'AppAssure Industries'. "I... no, I took a product tester job, it's supposed to be some new clothes."\n\n"Oh, that's nice dear. Make sure to fill out whatever form they have, don't just keep the clothes."\n\n"Okay, Mom."\n\nYou head back upstairs, setting the box down. It doesn't look big enough to have an entire wardrobe in it, you think as you start to open it. Only once you've peeled the top flaps open do you remember that there was some mention of possibly sending out the wrong boxes. (Which you'd think would happen easily, considering how fast they sent it!) You duck your head a bit, reading the side of the box, which says-\n\n<hr>\n"[[Little Miss|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Young Lady|QOHPT]]"\n\n"[[Party Girl|QOHPT]]"

Your eyes snap open abruptly. You're laying on your back... a bit odd for you... and the room is lit by nothing but moonlight coming in through the window, which is also a bit odd. You have enough electronics that there's usually at least some amount of artificial light on all the time. Is there a random blackout?\n\nBut rather than pondering that, you slowly sit up, then turn and rise from the bed. You feel strange and disconnected, like you're watching yourself take these actions rather than deciding them for yourself. You must be dreaming, you realize... this does have that sort of hazy, fuzzy feel, like you're almost watching from above. Pretty mundane dream so far, if so... what are you doing, going for a midnight snack?\n\nYou walk down the stairs in slightly mechanical fashion, then turn and make your way to the back door. You can see that except for the very full, very bright moon, the sky is pitch black, not a single star to be seen. There's also a thick layer of fog covering the ground, actually hiding the lawn from view. You walk to the back door and open it, letting it swing closed behind you as you step out. First you feel the cold, slightly damp concrete of the back porch on your feet, then it's replaced with the feel of wet grass brushing your skin and soaking the hem of your sleeping pants. Wow, vivid dream. Normally feeling that would have you squirming or dancing back to the porch, but you don't even blink now, just staring out into the darkened yard.\n\nSlowly, a large black figure emerges from the fog... Svarog. Those red eyes are fixed right on you as he walks across the yard, legs wreathed in the mist, his steps seeming somehow deliberate and calculated. He stops a few feet in front of you and waits, expectantly. In response, you pull off your tanktop, nipples stiffening in the cold night air, the shirt disappearing into the fog as you drop it. You push the waistband of your pants down over your hips and let them drop, stepping out of them. You stand naked in front of the massive black dog for several moments, clad in nothing but the chill moisture starting to cling to your skin, before you sink to your knees and then forward onto your hands, lifting your head to stare forward again.\n\nYou continue to look forward, not even following Svarog with your eyes as he pads silently around out of your vision. And then he mounts, big body hefting onto your back, paws settling to the sides of your hands before he thrusts into you. Despite never having taken anything other than your own fingers, you don't so much as flinch as the massive dog cock pierces deep into your pussy, spreading you open wide and deep. He begins thrusting hard enough to rock your entire body lightly, your tits jiggling a bit underneath you from the impact, what feels like a good foot of inhuman dick pounding your pussy. And still you don't make a sound or change your expression, your face as unmoving as stone as you're beastfucked.\n\nSvarog is as silent as you are above you... despite the weight and heat of his body atop you, the feel of his fur on your back and ass, you can't even hear him breathe. The only sounds are the squelch of his thick puppy prick pounding your pussy and his furry hips impacting against your ass. Otherwise there's not so much as a cricket in the fog-shrouded night, nothing visible in the darkness beyond. Just you and the big black dog relentlessly fucking you until you silently cum and cum again, the lewd noises of his cock plunging into your pussy growing louder while you yourself never make a sound.\n\nAfter what feels like hours, or maybe days, you feel something large and bulky battering against your swollen, sodden pussylips. It pushes them wider, and wider, until finally Svarog's knot pushes all the way into you and inflates. As what feels like a gallon of hot, thick animal seed starts to flood into your womb, Svarog leans his head down, hot, dog-scented breath washing over your ear in a voice that sounds like the boom of some drum that heralds the end of the world, "You are a bitch."\n\n<hr>\n[[Wake up.|GGDog4x3]]\n\n

You gasp and snap upright, your eyes opening wide. You look back and forth at your sunlight-lit room, your body so sweaty that it's created some dampness in the sheets under and atop you. It takes a few moments for your brain to catch up to the fact that you're in bed, in your room, the power is on, and it's morning. God, it was all a dream. An extremely weird, highly detailed, and very... disturbing dream. Yeah, you'll go with that you decide as you flip the sheet off and then clamber out of bed... and realize that you're naked.\n\nFor just a moment, you're left wondering if it really happened. Carefully, you reach down and feel of your pussy with your fingers... well, there's no cum dripping out of you, and none of the soreness or stretching that you'd associate with... what happened in the dream. Just the normal, familiar feel of touching yourself when very turned on. You rest one hand against the bed and start stroking your fingers over yourself, deciding to do a quick tension release, but several times throughout, and especially as you're climaxing, your mind wanders back to the intense imagery of the dream.\n\nGetting it together once you've gotten off, you decide that you must have just gotten hot during the night and wriggled out of your clothes. Not the first time you've done something similar, though the first time you've woken up completely naked. Grabbing a robe and shrugging into it, you head to the bathroom to shower. Then it's the usual t-shirt, thong, socks, and jeans before you're padding down the stairs for breakfast. You grab a box of cereal from the counter and a bowl, sliding in at the table. Just your mother this morning, looks like. She looks up from her own cereal bowl, giving you a confused look.\n\n"Were you out in the back yard last night?"\n\nThat question almost makes you choke on your Cookie Crisp. Doing your best to recover without looking like you need to recover, you look up at her. "Uh, I really don't think so? Why do you ask?"\n\n"I noticed something out there this morning and went out to check, and it was a pair of your sleeping pants and one of your shirts. It almost looked like you'd gotten naked out there."\n\n"Uh." That flummoxes you pretty good. You'd already decided last night couldn't have <i>really</i> happened. Besides the physical signs, absolutely none of it makes rational sense. You think for a moment, then, offering what's your honest best explanation, "I think I may have been sleepwalking."\n\n"What? Really?" Your mother blinks. "I can't recall you ever doing that before."\n\n"Me either. But I had a dream where I walked into the back yard last night..." Well, you did walk into the back yard, but you certainly aren't telling your mother what else you dreamed of doing there. "So maybe I did."\n\n"Hunh." She frowns. "Well, we'll have to keep an eye on that, I think. We don't want you getting hurt falling down the stairs or walking into the streets." Or being naked in public, is the unspoken third worry.\n\n"Maybe it was just the full moon," you venture, trying to lighten the mood. Grinning, you wolf down the rest of your cereal, then dump bowl and spoon in the sink before heading for the entryway. "I'm going over to Leslie's, I'll call if I'm gonna be late!"\n\n"Alright," your mother answers a bit absently, either because she's still worried about your potential sleepwalking or because her mind's already on the day ahead.\n\nYou walk a few blocks to the single-story house your friend calls home. Leslie's already out in the yard, watering some plants, the driveway empty and indicating neither of her parents will be hovering. Leslie's blonde, tan, short and a bit flat, and her penchant for short haircuts and boyish clothing has earned her more than a few uncreative nicknames that you honestly don't care about the authenticity of, though you've never asked one way or the other. She's wearing cutoffs and a tanktop today, and shuts off the hose and waves. "Hey!"\n\n"Heya," you answer with a grin as she leads the way inside. Both of you sigh at the loving embrace of air conditioning, Leslie moving to flop down on the couch and you doing the same beside her.\n\n"So, what's up?" she asks, frowning briefly. "Anything weird happen last night?"\n\nYou hesitate for a moment. Leslie's been your friend for years, and you generally do tell her everything, no matter how minor or embarrassing. The dream you had is certainly the latter, but you're not sure if it's the former...\n\n<hr>\n[[Tell her about the dream.|GGDog4x4]]\n\n[[Don't tell her.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"Well..." You say slowly. "Last night I had this dream."\n\n"A dream?" Her eyebrows lift a bit. "I was wondering if you had, like, big-titted stalkers in your bushes or something."\n\n"No, nothing like that. Just this really... strange, intense... erotic," you admit. "Dream."\n\nThat seems to have gotten her attention, and she smiles wide. "Ohhh. Wait wait wait." She hops up and goes scurrying into the kitchen, returning with a pair of bottled sugarcane sodas... 'the good stuff'. She presses one on you, then settles back in. "Go on!"\n\nYou sigh a little and take a sip of the soda before beginning. "Okay, so. I wake up, it's the middle of the night."\n\n"Wake up where?"\n\n"In my room. I mean, basically that's how it starts, like I really did wake up. Everything's dark, no lights from my computer or clock or anything. Anyway, I get up and walk, all zombie-like, downstairs, and then go out in the back yard. It's super foggy, can't see the ground or even the fence. I walk out onto the grass, and a minute later... he walks out of the fog."\n\n"Your dream lover, huh?" Leslie snickers a bit, grinning widely. "Was it Chris Evans? Chris Pine?" Her eyebrows wiggle. "Zoe Saldana?"\n\n"Actually... it was Svarog," you admit, glancing aside and taking a long drink from the soda, before adding in a murmur, "Boob-lady's dog."\n\n"... Whoa." Leslie's suntanned face darkens further with a blush. "So, you uh...?"\n\n"Yeah. I took off my clothes... still like I was in a trance or something... and got down on all fours and... and he mounted me. And even though I wasn't reacting at all... I couldn't make a sound or even make a face... well... it felt really good," you say with a sigh, sitting back, your pussy tingling pleasurably just remembering the dream. "I mean this was a super vivid dream, I could feel the grass, the cold air on my skin... his fur... everything."\n\n"Wild." Leslie takes a fairly large pull on her own soda. "Well, I mean, it's just a dream, right? People can get up to super-kinky stuff in dreams, doesn't really mean anything about what they actually want to do. Is that what's worrying you?"\n\n"Not really. I mean, maybe kind of. But see, here's the thing. After his voice woke me up-"\n\n"Whoa whoa wait." Leslie grins broadly again. "The dog talked."\n\n"... Just once," you admit. "Just four words." Your cheeks blaze bright red as you quote, "'You are a bitch.'"\n\nLeslie looks like she doesn't know whether to be a little shocked or a little turned on, so just settles for grinning cheekily. "Well. Guess that's the natural thing for a dream dog to say after he's fucked you. Anyway, go on, after you woke up?"\n\n"I was back in bed... but I was naked. And my mom said that she found my clothes out in the back yard this morning," you add. "I think I may have been sleepwalking or something. I mean, obviously the dog bit can't have <i>really</i> happened, but what if I actually went out in the yard, stripped down, and sat there on all fours for half the night?"\n\n"Huh." Leslie looks thoughtful now, frowning just a little as she considers. Then she shrugs. "Maybe it was just a one-time thing, y'know? You got a little weirded out or something, your brain had a funny reaction."\n\n"Maybe," you allow, thinking it over.\n\n"Look, if you're really worried, why don't you stay over with me tonight?" your friend offers, smiling and reaching over to pat you on the knee. "Mom and Dad are out of town right now, their bedroom has a lock on the door. We'll sleep in there, I'll keep the key on me, that way even if you do sleepwalk you won't go anywhere further than about ten feet. Plus, sleepover!"\n\nYou consider. A sleepover is always fun, especially a sleepover without any adults around to make pests of themselves. For that reason alone you ought to accept. On the other hand, in a weird way it feels like that would be surrendering something... like admitting you were really worried about this whole dream thing.\n\n<hr>\n[[Sleep over.|GGDog4x5]]\n\n[[Go home.|GGDog5x1]]

"Maybe that's a good idea," you allow, then add with a grin. "Sounds like fun anyway."\n\n"Cool!" Leslie chirps, then hms, slipping her phone out of her pocket and glancing at it. "You wanna call a couple more girls, make a real slumber party of it?"\n\n"Sure you wouldn't catch hell from your parents over that?"\n\n"Nah, not like I'm gonna throw a wild teen party out of a movie or something, just figured we could each invite a couple of girls we know, watch some movies, eat a couple of pizzas. If it's people you and I know their parents'll let 'em come over with no big."\n\nYou glance down at your soda, thinking. Of course, if you invite people over and then spend the night with Leslie in a locked room, it's sure to start rumors, even if just among your personal circle of friends. You're not sure you particularly care about that any more than Leslie does, but you're also not sure you're even in the mood to hang out with a bunch of people...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make it a party.|GGDog4x6]]\n\n[[Keep it a duo.|GGDogPlaceholder]]

You give a little shake of your head. What are you doing? You're getting all mopey and passing up a chance for an awesome little party with your friends over some dumb dream? Smiling at Leslie (and only having to force it a little), you say, "Sure, let's make some calls."\n\n"Great! Better hit the store, though, so let's commit the grievous sin of walking and texting," Leslie replies with a snicker, hopping to her feet and heading for her shoes.\n\nAll told, ten more girls wind up being invited over, making it an even dozen of you in the house. Slightly large for the typical sleepover, maybe, but as Leslie said, it's not a wild teen party out of a TV show so everything's pretty manageable. As well, between the two of you, you have quite the diverse set of friends, so there's Toni giving half-serious martial arts lessons that mostly seem to involve girls tossing each other into piles of pillows and laughing, Max taking on anyone who feels like losing in Street Fighter V, and Andi giving facials and makeup advice. Disproving various other sitcom stereotypes, everyone seems to be enjoying each other's company as well, up to and including Max taking a break from kicking everyone's asses as Cammy to get lipstick and eyeshadow applied.\n\n"Turned out pretty cool for a last-minute thing," Leslie chirps from next to you. While most of the girls have donned relatively modest sleepover ensembles (save for the fashionistas like Andi, who consider a sleepover a good <i>reason</i> to wear a babydoll teddy and low-slung panties), Leslie has apparently taken advantage of being the host to wear just a t-shirt that comes down to her knees. And panties... you assume.\n\n"Yup, it's a good time," you agree happily, sipping on your soda. Since you came over without sleeping clothes, you're making do with your t-shirt and a pair of drawstring jogging shorts from the clearance aisle at the store. You certainly don't feel worried about sleepwalking or dreaming... considering that no one else is showing any signs of flagging or wanting to crawl into a less noisy corner, you may not even get to sleep tonight. Not like it'd be the first time!\n\n"I'm gonna go see if I can toss Toni," Leslie adds, grinning and rushing off to take her turn at grappling with the rather taller and more buff girl. Which would normally be what you'd absolutely have to watch, considering Leslie's unlikelihood to give up after one or five tosses, but just then you notice that Andi's apparently decided to have a try at this 'Fight Streeter' thing and is settling in next to a smirking Max. Deciding that watching the players will be vastly more amusing than watching the screen, you edge around to stand near the TV, grinning as Andi pokes her tongue out past her lips a little, the voluptuous bottle blonde looking like she's from an entirely different world than the petite little purple-haired girl in her father's Megadeth t-shirt and boxers.\n\nYou glance briefly aside as the antique grandfather clock in the hall starts chiming the hour... midnight, looks like. Not paying any further heed as the chimes continue, you look back to Andi and Max. You're thus watching as their eyes glaze over and their fingers still on the controls, even as a fuzzy, relaxed, slightly disconnected feeling comes over you as well. All over the room, play-tussling and chatter is ceasing, everyone going still, arms dropping to their sides, eyes glassy. As the clock finishes chiming twelve, the lights and TV flicker and go out, plunging the room into being lit only by the full moon streaming in through the windows.\n\nThe girls not already standing rise to their feet, and moving in near-synch all of you push down what you're wearing on your lower halves before pulling off and carelessly discarding what you're wearing above, the room going from bright and noisy and a riot of different bedtime outfits to dark and silent and packed with naked teenage girls in a matter of seconds. Leslie turns and walks stiffly to the back door, others falling in behind her. She unlocks it and swings it open, fog rolling into the house as she marches outside, the rest of you following her out into the dark, fog-shrouded yard. Moving in an orderly, slightly inhuman fashion, the group splits into two lines facing each other, before every other girl turns around to face the other way. Then, as one, you all go to your knees and forward onto your hands, arranged so that you're at opposites... to one side of you is Leslie's tan, trim ass, to the other Andi's round white one, and directly in front of you Max's petite little butt and the pink of her pussy framed by her skinny thighs.\n\nSvarog comes striding out of the fog just like he did last night... or you think it's him at first, anyway. Maybe not, because another, identical dog comes walking out after him, and then another, and another. In all, twenty-four massive, red-eyed canines appear out of the thick fog, six of them forming a line on the right side of the group of girls, six on the right, and the rest... well, even without being able to turn your head or look around, you can easily enough see them moving into position behind each of you. The positioning means that you have a perfect view of a good thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock sliding into Max's pussy even as another thirteen inches of glistening, veiny red dog cock are sliding into yours.\n\nJust like last night, you're unable to move, make a sound, or react as the black dog on your back begins fucking you hard, thick canine cock cramming your cunt over and over again, and from the fact that there's not a single other human noise being made, the all your friends are in the same boat. However, unlike last night, the dog above you isn't silent, nor his compatrioats. Indeed, the foggy, dreamlike night is full of the sounds of big dogs panting, huffing, growling, even making groan-like noises as they fuck their ensorceled teen girl lovers, the ones on the sidelines barking occasionally as if in encouragement.\n\nYour whole body is again rocked by the power of Svarog(?)'s thrusts, his fuzzy hips slamming against your ass and moving you back and forth on your hands and knees. Out of the corner of your eye on either side you can see more dog asses moving as they fuck your friends, and of course dead ahead is your clear view of that massive, shiny red prick splitting open Max's little pussy, her pudgy, smooth pussylips looking like they're stretched taut around it already even as the swell of her dog rapist's knot starts slapping against it. Though all the dogs are pumping away at their own paces, some moving their hips so fast they're almost a blur, others using an almost lazy roll of their hips to pump away at the teenage bitches beneath them, your dog and Max's knot the two of you at the same time, so it's almost like you're seeing your own pussy getting stretched before closing around the invading member.\n\nThe rush of dog cum inside you seems to break some of the spell you're under, and you cry out loudly as you cum, the sounds of eleven other girls reaching climax at the same time mingling in the night. Suddenly the foggy, shrouded world is filled with the sound of violated teenage girls moaning and gasping in pleasure as furry dog balls empty into their pussies. You groan loudly as the dog on your back swings off, his fuzzy ass pressing against your smooth one as he moves into proper bitch-tied position. The dogs at the sides now begin filtering along the lines, moving to take their own places opposite their brethren. The moaning, gasping, and yowling are muffled bit by bit, your own full-throated moans now reverberating through more than a foot of hot, dripping dog dick as another Svarog-clone starts fucking your face just as thoroughly as the last fucked your pussy. Your throat bulges with the girth of it as you tongue the underside eagerly, even raising a hand to fondle his big, swaying black ballsack, encouraging him to spill empty it into your mouth.\n\nYou get your wish soon enough, the rush of dog cum filling your mouth and throat almost instantly and spattering out around your lips and all over his knot. More of it splashes across your face, hair, and even your tits as he pulls back some and humps the air, waving that massive crimson length in your face as he paints you. He dismounts at the same time as the other dog manages to pull out and step away, your stretched pussy letting loose a torrent of animal jizz to splash onto the fog-shrouded ground. You pant heavily, your face dripping with dog jizz, taking a brief look around. Dogs are already moving to pick new partners and mount up again, squeals and yowls sounding in the night as pussies are packed with puppy prick or asses are crammed with canine cock. For that matter, you can even see a couple of the girls partnering up with each other. Pure animal lust has overcome the whole group... including you, the impulse to join in is direct, powerful, and overwhelming. \n\nExcept for the tiniest, barest voice in the back of your head, urging 'Now's your chance, run!'\n\n<hr>\n[[Run.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fun.|GGDog4x7]]

'I appreciate it but I think I'll pass' you text back, sighing. 'seriously thanks but I just don't feel comfortable doing that stuff'\n\nThere's no reply for awhile, and you're afraid you might have offended Liam. But eventually the phone blips again, the text reading 'nah man it's cool you gotta do what's right for you and all'\n\nYou're a bit surprised, though, when a few minutes later your phone blips at you again, and you find another text for him. 'there's another couple girls I could try and set you up with'\n\nYou can't help but snort a little as you type back 'for a dude that looks like he could burst into literal flames any second you sure do go on a lot of dates with girls ;)'\n\n'you'd be surprised how many girls this look does it for dude :D'\n'I think they take it as a challenge or something :thinking:'\n'makes them feel accomplished like they overcame a barrier maybe?'\n'but yeah I actually never went out with these two I just met them when I was hanging out with other people and wound up collecting their numbers yanno'\n\n'how come you never went out?' you ask, managing to not add some form of "What's wrong with them" since that would just be rude. \n\n'I dunno it was weird I had this feeling that I could only think of as being like what a fly feels when its lured into a fly trap by gorgeous pheremones yanno?'\n'like I'm sure its fine dude they seemed perfectly okay and I haven't heard anything bad about them it was probably just anxiety or something'\n'anyway here's Helena'\n\n<img src="images/Helena.jpg">\n\nYour eyes immediately go to her chest. How could they not? Not only is it huge, but she's displaying it with a low-cut top that leaves her shoulders and arms bare, and her cleavage is glistening lightly with sweat. It actually takes you a moment to tear your eyes away to take in the pretty brown hair in an over-the-shoulder braid, the very pretty (and sexily flushed) face, and the restaurant behind her. 'that's photoshopped' is all you can think to send back.\n\n'nah dude s2g they're really that big'\n'they're real too I could tell by how they moved'\n'the sushi restaurant's AC broke down and I think every guy there but me almost passed out seeing her get all flushed and sweaty and a few of the girls and only one was a lesbian'\n'anyway aside from the chest she was super friendly and outgoing and she'd probably be real easy for you to talk to so as long as you don't stare at her chest all night and come off as a creep I bet you'd be fine'\n\n'thanks for the vote of confidence' you send back. Thinking on the chests of the girls he's shown you so far, you add 'so what sort of titty monster is the fourth girl?'\n\n'lol!'\n'no sort Hera is pretty modest in that department'\n'don't have a picture tho'\n\n'how come?' you ask, curious since he had pictures of all the other girls.\n\n'I dunno I thought I had a few of her but I guess she likes to reverse photobomb or something cause she's not in any'\n'she's a hot goth girl though and she seemed like a lot of fun I bet you two would have a super time'\n'help you go a little wild and get out of your shell'\n'I still message them both sometimes so I should be able to set you up just tell me who'\n\n<hr>\n[[Pick Helena.|Gwyn]]\n\n[[Pick Hera.|GwynVamp1x1]]\n\n[[Pass.|Gwyn]]

You gasp as you scramble upright, finding yourself sitting on a bundle of blankets and pillows on the floor, your skin almost dripping with sweat. There are other gasps and yelps sounding all around you, more bursts of sudden movements, and a few yelps as girls collide or fall off bits of furniture where they'd apparently fallen asleep.\n\nYour first thought is that your waking so suddenly has caused a chain reaction, and you almost laugh sheepishly. God, what a dream! Then you notice something. Every single girl in the room is buck naked, their skin glistening with sweat.\n\nThe others begin to notice as well, looking around with shock and embarrassment, some covering themselves with their hands or convenient blankets, others not bothering since everyone naked here <i>is</i> a girl, after all. Confusion and worry start to set in after that, before it's replaced by forced smiles. Toni, her cocoa skin gleaming, laughs a little, rubbing the back of her head, sweat-damp nipples stiff in the air conditioning. "Geez, I had the weirdest dream, you guys, you wouldn't even believe-"\n\n"Would it happen to have been about us all fucking dogs and each other like it was the night before the apocalypse?"\n\nLeslie's flat, blunt tone makes Toni, and a number of the others (including yourself) wince before looking over at her. Like the bigger girl, she's standing unashamedly naked, hands on her hips, though her lips are curved in a frown. She looks around at everyone, making sure that all attention is truly on her, before she continues. "It's obvious we all had the same 'dream'. And if we all had the same dream, it obviously wasn't <i>just</i> a dream. Something happened to us last night. Pretending it didn't won't get us anywhere."\n\n"Um, guys?" Andi's voice calls from the kitchen. "I... I think you ought to see this."\n\nEleven more girls move and try to cram themselves into the kitchen at once, crowding around to see what the 'this' is that the blonde girl's pointing at with a slightly shaking finger. There on the kitchen table, lined up in two rows of six, and ranging from flat black to bright pink, are a dozen thick leather dog collars, each one with a round silver tag arranged to sit perfectly in front of it.\n\n"Do they..." Andi gulps heavily, starting to shake all over. "Do they...?"\n\nGirls exchange glances with one another, obviously all hesitating at the question she can't quite get out. Leslie, apparently still the bravest of all of you, walks forward and leans in a bit, making sure not to touch anything, before she straightens up. "Yeah, they're embossed with our names."\n\n"What..." A rather mousey girl named Kelsey shifts in place, glancing around before continuing in a whisper. "What do you think will happen if we put them on?"\n\n"We'll become bitches." The words are out of your mouth almost before you realize you're going to speak. But you just know it's the answer, you're only saying what Kelsey herself, and all the others, knew the moment they saw the collars. "We'll belong to the woman that did this to us. We'll be her animals, and we'll spend the rest of eternity like we did last night."\n\nA heavy silence descends at that. No one says anything or argues... they know it's the truth of it as much as you do. Then there's a yelp, Andi whirling and clutching the microfleece blanket she's holding around herself tighter. "Max! What are you doing?!"\n\n"What's it look like?" the petite girl snaps back as she picks up the collar with her nametag (purple, to match her hair) and slips it around her own neck. "Last night was fucking amazing. I don't care if it's damnation, I'll sign on to get fucked like that for the rest of forever in a heartbeat." As she slips the end of the collar's strap through the little silver loop designed to hold it, her eyes start to glaze over, and you watch as her pussylips puff up with arousal, a faint moan slipping past her lips. Her voice comes out light and airy as she whispers, "Fuck, it already feels so good."\n\nMore glances are traded around, and you can actually see the temptation in some of the others' eyes, hiding there amidst the fear and shock. You know it's there in your own eyes as well. What would it feel like, to give up free will for a life of constant fucking in slavery? To judge from Max's reaction... and your memories of last night... it would feel amazing. But you can't just give up your freedom!\n\nCan you?\n\n<hr>\n[[Put on your collar.|GGDog6x1]]\n\n[[Destroy your collar.|GGDog4x9]]

"No," you snarl, revulsion suddenly twisting in your belly at the very idea of being tempted by slavery. You shove some of the others aside and stalk over to the counter drawers. You've been to Leslie's often enough to know where everything is, so your motions are quick and angry as you yank open the drawer and grab a pair of salad tongs. You don't even want to <i>touch</i> the damned thing as you grab the black collar with its 'Cyan' tag and carry it to the stove. Snapping the largest burner on as high as it will go, you barely even wait for the flames to spring up before tossing the collar right onto the burner. The smell of searing, charring leather immediately fills the room, soon followed by the strange tang of hot metal.\n\nThe others just stare at you, stunned for a few moments. Then Leslie plucks the tongs out of your hand. "Gimme." She grabs the blue collar with her own nametag on it and carries it over, tossing it onto the burner atop your own rapidly disintegrating one. That seems to give some of the others courage to start doing the same... while, to your shock, it seems to inspire others to grab them and slip them on, as if worrying that their own might be burned instead.\n\nAll in all, half the group elects to destroy the collars and half to wear them. Some of the other girls cry and plead with their glassy-eyed friends as they turn and march mechanically out the front door, apparently intending to walk naked and collared down the street to wherever they're going. Leslie drags one of the last of the sobbing free girls back in through the front door and gives her a half-shove towards the couch as she slams the door, then turns to face everyone left.\n\n"Alright, listen. We can't tell anyone what really happened." At several noises of protest, she shakes her head emphatically. "No, listen to me, we <i>can't</i>! They'd think we all got drugged up or something and hallucinated the whole thing, or that we're crazy... or worse, that we murdered the others and hid their bodies somewhere. We have to keep everything that really happened to ourselves."\n\n"She's right," you say with a heavy heart, running your hands through your hair. "It won't do them or us any good to tell the truth. We'll just say that we had a slumber party, and when we got up one of the burners was ruined and the others were gone. We have to promise, and practice it over and over, and make sure we've covered everything, because there'll be questions."\n\n"Max, Toni, Kelsey, the others," Andi whimpers softly, tears running down her cheeks. "They're being... I mean right now, they're probably... and their poor parents..."\n\n"They made their choice," Leslie says darkly, shaking her head slowly this time. "I guess it was theirs to make, even if we don't like it. We probably couldn't have stopped them even if we wanted to. We'll just have to make our peace with it.\n\nSlowly, everyone nods, accepting the sad logic of it. Your friends are gone... and you're going to have to spend the rest of your lives lying about why.\n\n<hr>\n[[Game Over.|GGDog4xEnd]]

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You blink repeatedly, realizing that you're sitting in your mother's car, the road passing by outside indicating that you're almost home. "... Wha...?" you say vaguely.\n\n"Hm? Something wrong, honey?" your mother asks, glancing over briefly.\n\n"I... yeah, when did I get in the car?" you ask, frowning.\n\n"Now you see, I told you not to go nuts with that snack bar just because they had Surge on tap, and now you've got such a bad sugar crash you can barely think," she says with an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. "Don't you remember? We went to see my latest client, the owner of a new entertainment complex? He'd been asking me to bring you over so he could get a teenage gamer's perspective on it, and you wound up having the time of your life with all the arcade machines on free play and the unlimited sugary refills." She dramatically rolls her eyes, making sure you can see them over the edge of her sunglasses. "Clearly I should tell him to limit them."\n\n"Oh." You blink again, still feeling confused. That doesn't seem like something you'd forget! Except somehow it also seems entirely reasonable, so you just nod. "Well. Yeah, okay, guess I went a bit overboard. Sorry."\n\n"No worries," she says, glancing over and giving you a smile that's somehow a bit sad. "We'll have other opportunities, I'm sure."\n\n<b>Cyan the Spy</b> end - <i>Flashy-thinged</i>

Your mind fills with truly wicked, evil ideas as you read the short, simple description of the ring. Not long on details, but plenty enough to make you think you could have all sorts of dark fun with it. You quickly reach out to tap the selection, and see the simple black metal ring immediately appear on your ring finger.\n\nThe window disappears, but is instantly replaced by another one with instructions. They're just as short and to the point as the original blurb was: Point your fist at an NPC. Touch your thumb to the ring. The NPC will be collared, and have to follow all of your orders to the best of their ability. It even has a short line noting they can't "genie twist" their way out of what you obviously mean.\n\nThere is a short paragraph after that explaining that there is a secondary power to the collars, that touching your thumb to a square on the back of them will let you make some basic changes to their bodies and minds, and to the appearance of the collar. It would seem whoever programmed this item thought it was simple enough that you could ponder it out on your own. Well, it definitely does seem to be more 'point and click' than the other options.\n\nThoughtfully, you close the window, and immediately Ranma turns his head. "Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" You respond by pointing your fist at him and thumbing the ring, and he gives a squawk as a black iron collar suddenly appears around his neck. "What the hell?!" Immediately, a small window appears in your view, showing Ranma's name, location, and a few buttons, slightly out of the way but close enough to easily reach out and touch it.\n\n"Shut up," you answer almost absentmindedly, but grin as his teeth clack together. He jumps to his feet, and you add, "Stand still." He immediately puts both feet together and stands there with his arms at his side, a shocked and angry look on his face.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have Ranma stay a guy.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Have Ranma change to a girl.|RanRing1x2]]

Spotting the bucket of water over in the corner, you grin evilly. "Go dump that water on yourself."\n\n"What?! No way I'm gonna-!" Ranma starts, your order to 'shut up' apparently only having applied to what he was saying at the moment. Then he blurts "Hey!" as his body moves on its own, making him walk stiffly over to the bucket, bending hard at the waist to grab it, then upending it over himself as he straightens up. Spluttering, Ranma raises her hands to wipe her wet bangs back from her face. "How are you doing this?! Stop it, Eric!"\n\n"Take off your clothes," you reply mildly, still smirking at her. \n\n"No <i>way</i>! Ack, no no no!" Ranma protests as her own hands move in slightly mechanized motions to start undoing the clasps of her shirt. "I don't wanna strip, especially not when you're acting like this!" she complains as she finishes undoing the shirt and shrugs out of it, large, heavy tits wobbling and shaking, then hanging down as she bends over to shove down her pants and boxers. Stepping out of them, she stands there naked in front of you, trembling with obvious anger, baring her teeth in a snarl. "Eric, I dunno how you're doing this, but I'm gonna beat the crap out of you!"\n\n"No, you're gonna stand there and let me play with your tits," you quip, sauntering around behind her and reaching around to do just that. \n\n"Hey, hands off! Quit it!" Ranma growls, but can't do much more than twitch and tremble as she's forced to obey your order to let you do as you like. Her tits are big and a bit heavy in your hands, and you give a few good, firm squeezes, enjoying that perfect mingling of firm and yielding as you et your fingers dig in. "Stop that! Don't!" she complains with a little yelp, then stiffles a moan as you give her tits a softer stroke along the curve and start toying with her nipples gently. "D-don't, seriously, this is-" She cuts off with a squeak as you give her nipples a pinch. "Quit it!"\n\n"You may as well stop complaining, there's nothing you can do. Hm, I don't feel like ordering you to be quiet, quite... heh, maybe I just oughtta give your mouth something to do." You glance around and spot the folded up futon, heading over to take a seat on the edge of it. Fishing out your stiff cock, you give it a slight shake. "Get on all fours, crawl over here, and start deep-throating this."\n\n"Y-you're crazy! I'm a guy, I don't suck other guys' cocks!" Ranma yelps as she sinks to her knees and leans forward onto her hands, starting to crawl towards you with her tits swaying under her and ass shaking with her motions. "Eric, no, don't, quit it, make it stop, I don't wanna suck your cock, I don't wanna mmmgllllllk!" Her protests are cut off as she reaches you and leans forward, her open mouth sliding over the head of your prick and then moving down. Her eyes go wide, then actually roll up just a little as she finds herself forced to keep pushing forward, her body making her push past her gag reflex and keep pressing your cock further down her throat until her lips press to the root of your shaft. Then she starts bobbing her head, moving over most of the length of your shaft, gagging loudly over and over again as each time her body forces her to swallow the entire length of your prick. Tears dribble from her eyes as they turn upwards, glaring at you angrily even as she loyally gobbles down your cock.\n\n"Mmm, there's a good little slut," you coo mockingly, grinning even more at the outrage that flares in her blue eyes even as she yet again goes balls-deep on swallowing your cock. "Put your whole body into it though, I wanna see those fat tits shake for me."\n\n"Gllblg?!" she tries to cry in outrage around a throatful of prick, but immediately starts obediently rocking her body forward, letting that rock her mouth and throat back and forth on your stiff cock. Her ass rises and falls lightly and her tits wobble heavily beneath her as she effectively fucks her face on you, churned-up spit dribbling down the sides of her chin, tears of a repeatedly stimulated gag reflex and shame streaking down cheeks hot with anger and humiliation. \n\nThough it feels amazing, something about the sheer power you have over her also lets you be remarkably casual about the sensation... or maybe the program's helping out. Either way, you decide to browse the options presented by the little ID window that apparently goes with collaring a slave as Ranma continues to helplessly obey your order to rape her own throat with your prick. There's a button that brings up a list called 'Control Options' that apparently lets you move Ranma around or put her in bondage, but none of those immediately strikes you as interesting. The second option is [[Body Mods|RanRing1x3]] which apparently allows you to make some changes to her form. There's [[Slave Type|RanRing]] which apparently lets you apply a handful of presets to alter her into some specific sorts of servant. There's [[Attitude Adjustment|RanRing2x1]] which seems to offer a much more limited set of ways to change her behavior than the Personality Pendant, if you're tired of her constant protests. And then there's [[Training Mode|RanRing]] and [[Breeding Mode|RanRing3x1]] if you apparently want to do particularly slave-y things with her. Or you can just [[continue as-is|RanRing]], of course!

Just from a glance, the 'Body Mods' menu looks like it has some fun stuff. You tap the button to bring it up, and are presented with a little menu.\n\nFirst there's a small set of body sliders for Hair Length/Breasts/Hips and a few other things. Those would be easy enough to play with. Then there's a section for things like body art, piercings, and other similar modifications. Finally there's a handful of (rather amusingly named) presets that you can apparently apply to have it put a whole suite of modifactions on her at once. Let's see...\n\n<hr>\n[[Make her tits bigger.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Give her piercings.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Futa Fucktoy" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Decorated Whore" preset.|RanRing]]\n\n[[Use the "Fantasy Princess" preset.|RanRing]]

"There's something I wanted to tell you. Here, come into the living room with me," you answer, reaching down to take your son's hand and lead him into the next room before turning to face him, taking both his hands.\n\n"What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks, clearly confused.\n\nSmiling, you shake your head. "No, not at all. The truth is, I realized you're growing up, and I want to see you become a fine man. To that end, I've decided to help you make the transition to manhood by making love to you."\n\nHe just stands there for a moment, his brain visibly trying to process that, before he simply gives a blank, "Huh?"\n\nGiggling, you raise a hand to cup his cheek. "You should know how to pleasure a girl, and have the confidence to get out of your room instead of jerking off, like you were this morning."\n\nThat, apparently, processes immediately, and he splutters, going red in the face. "Mom!"\n\n"I just think an attractive, obviously virile young man like yourself should be out dating girls and starting relationships, so to that end, as a sort of rite of passage, I'll be your first," you state reasonably, taking his hand again. "After a few times with me, you should be confident and skilled enough to go out and get any girl you want."\n\nHe just opens and closes his mouth a few times, obviously still having difficulty with this train of logic. Finally all he can come up with is, "What, now?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Right now.|Marei8x3]]\n\n[[Tonight.|Marei]]

"Mm-hm," you answer cheerfully, pulling your shirt up and off, your heavy tits dropping free and wobbling as you drop the shirt and move your hands down, peeling the small shorts over your ass and hips and letting them drop as well. "Right now."\n\nKen's eyes are wide as he watches his naked mother sink to her knees in front of him and start unbuttoning his jeans. You smile up at your son as you pull his zipper down and then tug his jeans and the front of his underwear down a bit to let his cock spill free. He's only just a bit hard, but you can feel him rapidly stiffening up as you stroke his length with one hand, and gently rub the turgid length against your cheek. Cooing softly up at him, you turn your head and kiss the side of his shaft, murmuring, "Don't worry, Ken-chan, Mommy's going to take good care of you."\n\nYou continue lightly stroking the lower half of the shaft as he hardens fully, moving your head so you can kiss the tip before fluttering your tongue against the underside. Smiling as Ken moans, you slip your lips over the head of his cock, bobbing your head lightly along your son's dick while you shift your hands to grip at his jeans and underwear, tugging them down. Ken steps out of them almost reflexively once you've got them down, then as an afterthought pulls off his shirt, leaving him as naked as you are. Sliding your son's cock back out of your mouth, you wrap your hand around it, angling it up as you stroke him so that you can lean in and start licking at his sack. Sucking one of his balls into your mouth, you keep your eyes on his face, watching his own pleasure-glazed ones meet yours. You always did like that he got your eyes.\n\nAfter leaving a sheen of saliva coating his balls, you drag your tongue back up his shaft and slide your lips back over it, this time bobbing up and down a bit more forcefully. You don't really have time to start trying to take him too deeply before Ken lets out a loud moan and you can taste your son's hot, thick cum splashing across your tongue. You roll your tongue around the head, looking up at him as he pants and shivers, cock shuddering between your lips as it fires thick ropes of cream into your mouth. Once you've swallowed you pull back, continuing to stroke him lightly as you say, "See? One of the things we'll need to do is build up your endurance a little." You giggle at his blush, then rise to your feet, tits wobbling as you grab his hand and pull him over to the couch. \n\nYou nudge your son to sit, then again sink to your knees in front of him. This time you lean forward, hefting up your massive, soft tits and settling them in his lap, completely engulfing his cock. Ken stares down in shock and obvious pleasure as you start massaging the hefty things around his still stiff prick, getting him further worked up. You know he should last a fair while this time, what with it being his third orgasm in about an hour, by your count. You press your breasts down some, enough for the head of his cock to peek out a bit, and lean your head forward, eyes closing briefly as you flick your tongue over it and then roll it in circles around the edges. Ken's breathing is audible, one of his hands coming up to stroke your hair as he watches you work his dick over with your tits. \n\nYou continue giving him a titjob for several minutes, focusing mostly on gently working your big breasts around his cock and smiling up at him, before you can feel his cock starting to throb noticeably again. Backing off, you raise up and move to sit down beside him, leaning in for a kiss. Ken's kiss is a little hesitant at first, but quickly grows more eager, his tongue sliding into your mouth to toy with yours as your son's hands move to knead your boobs, fingers sinking into the yielding flesh almost enough to disappear. Your own hands roam over his thighs and chest, wanting to keep him stimulated and yet let him calm down a little too... and, you admit, enjoying the feel of that young, firm body under your fingers and palms.\n\nNow, how to proceed...?\n\n<hr>\n[[Have him wear a condom and fuck your pussy.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your pussy as is.|Marei]]\n\n[[Have him fuck your ass.|Marei]]

You can't help but blush a little as Ken comes down the stairs, now in jeans and a t-shirt, and settles at the breakfast table. If he notices you getting pink-cheeked and looking him up and down as he eats, he doesn't show it, far too distracted by pancakes and bacon.\n\nBut after all, who could you really trust this to, if not yourself? It's such an important thing in a young man's life, and you really need to make sure it's a positive experience. And obviously the way to make really, truly sure is to do it yourself. You're definitely doing this because you're a good mother... and not because it's been so long since you've been with a man, and because Ken looks so much like his father except for his bigger, thicker dick, all throbbing and leaking pre in his hand...\n\nYou absently brush a thumb along the corner of your mouth, then notice that Ken's starting to set aside his plate and rise from his chair. "Ah, wait a moment, Ken," you interject, making him blink and look up at you.\n\n"Yeah, mom, what is it?"\n\n<hr>\n[[Seduce him.|Marei9x1]]\n\n[[Be direct.|Marei8x2]]

Before yesterday, you probably wouldn't have thought twice about such a sight. Now the combination of dog cum and an older woman's pussy is way too much to resist. Telling the Shep "Stay" quietly but firmly, you settle to your knees and lean forward, indulging yourself with a few squeezes and kneads of that big, round ass before leaning forward to drag your tongue up her messy slit.\n\nYour mother moans softly at the feel of a tongue working over her puffy, engorged pussylips and then sliding inside her. "W-what... who is that?"\n\n"Mmm, Mom, your pussy tastes so good," you coo back, squeezing her ass firmly again as you try to work your tongue in deeper between the words. The shame and nervousness you had is rapidly fading away completely as you taste the mingled girlcum and dog cum on your tongue and feel the hot cunt that bore you around your tongue. "All this dog jizz, and it feels so nice..."\n\n"Cyan, no, no, you can't," your mother protests faintly, but the words are weak and threaded with moans, her hips jerking a bit towards you against her will.\n\nYou continue licking and sucking at your mother's pussy until from the pace of her breathing and the sound of her badly restrained moans she's just on the edge. Then you straighten up and give the German Shepherd's collar a tug, saying a cheerful "Hup!" like you heard Amarie do earlier. He quickly mounts your mother, and you hear her cry out as she cums the instant that big canine cock thrusts into her. Amarie steps in, leaning in to kiss the meeting of your shoulder and neck, making you shiver in delight as she whispers, "<b>Very</b> good girl," in your ear.\n\nMurmuring a bit to help you understand what she wants, Amarie guides you around in front of your mother, helping you squat down by bracing you, your head practically between her immense tits. Your dripping teenage pussy winds up directly in front of your mother's face, leaving her staring at it in shock for a moment before closing her eyes tightly and giving her head a weak shake. You coo at the dog fucking her, giving it a few pets and scratching around his ears... then doing the same for your mother, grinning as she shivers in humiliation and pleasure at the treatment. Then you grip her hair and pull her face forward against your pussy, working your hips to grind your sex against her lower face.\n\nShe holds out for a minute or so, but as the German Shepherd picks up the pace, fucking her hard enough to make her tits sway again, the fact that she's already moaning into your pussy and making you moan sweetly in turn obviously breaks her down. At first it's a few tentative little laps that could almost be on accident, then some slow, hesitant, exploratory rolls of her tongue. By the time the dog's knot starts slapping against the plump lips of her pussy she's eating you out with abandon, though her moans still betray a hint of humiliation and shame... but even that dissolves as she cries out into your pussy, cumming as she's knotted again, your own cry joining hers as you cum messily all over your mother's face.\n\nYou and Amarie pull away after a moment, with you leaning forward to fondle and play with your mother's tits as your mistress coaxes the dog into deflating his knot enough to slide out of the bound woman's pussy. Amarie moves to bring over another dog, a big black hound with an even bigger cock than the other two. She mmms as she strokes the glistening red spear, then uses her hands to spread your mother's asscheeks, revealing her pucker. "You ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?" she coos, squeezing and kneading the full, round buttocks.\n\n"N-no," your mother moans softly, trying to look over her shoulder in half fear, half anticipation.\n\n"Mmmm, you're gonna love having a big, fat puppy prick in your ass, Mom," you purr at her, squeezing her tits and making her moan as you watch Amarie spit directly on the virgin pucker. "It feels soooo good to be a bitch and have a big male dog use your holes, it's sooo good!"\n\nApparently she agrees, since as the hound mounts up and, with Amarie's guidance, thrusts forward into her rear hole, your mother gives a howl of undisguised pleasure, jerking back towards in eagerness to take it. After a moment you settle onto your back on the floor, sliding between her legs and those of the dog. You appreciate the view of the dog's heavy, black-furred balls slapping against your mother for a moment before you lean in closer and start eating your mother out, eagerly slurping and sucking at her pussy. Her even more exuberant cries are quickly muffled by Amarie bending over in front of her and pressing back against her face, working her hips to move her own generous buttocks around against your mother's head.\n\n"That's right, slurp my pussy, that's my good girl," Amarie encourages, reaching back with one gloved hand to grab a fistful of your mother's hair to help hold her head in place as she fucks back against your mother's tongue. She continues to use the same tone she would with a dog as she says, "Get your tongue deep in there, eat my ass too bitch, that's right, goooood girl, good <i>girl</i>!"\n\nThis time once the dog has knotted in your mother's ass and turned around to face away from her, Amarie lets him take his time, allowing him to dump the entirety of his load into your mother's rear hole while you eat her out. About fifteen minutes later you and Amarie switch positions, the huge-titted woman expertly eating your mother out while you hump her face and feel her tongue eagerly working your teenage cunt and tight young ass. By the time the dog's knot deflates enough for him to slip out, the next batch of studs has been readied into the cages. Grinning, Amarie undoes the chains holding your mother's cuffs to the cement block, and your mother placidly, almost eagerly allows herself to be led to a clear area. Amarie snags your collar and pulls you over as well, tugging you onto all fours face-to-face with your mother, allowing the two of you to kiss deeply, tongues swirling over one another as she leads the next pair of dogs over.\n\nYou moan eagerly into your mother's mouth as you finally get some of your addiction, dog cock slamming into your pussy just as it's slamming into hers. After that, it's another dog each for your pussy, then another string of two for both of you in the ass. The final dog is a big grey beast closer to the size of a small horse, and you and your mother writhe against each other beneath him, fingering each other's pussies and moaning as you gaze up at the massive vein-riddled red dog cock above you while Amarie strokes him off with gloved hands. She aims his cock as it begins spurting cum and just doesn't seem to stop, splattering enough to almost completely cover your face and your mother's, with plenty left over for both of your tits.\n\nAs you lick dog cum off of your mother's face and tongue and she does the same to you, you moan,\n\n<hr>\n[["I love you, Mom."|GGDog]]\n\n[["We're animals now."|GGDog]]

You hesitate frettingly for a few moments longer, then let out a huff and shrug. "Yeah, well, guess I can't argue with that logic." Besides, your mom's been kind of stressed lately. Maybe learning the joys of dog cock will get her to lighten up, huh? As Amarie slips her arms underneath your mother's, you grab her knees and lift, backing up and following Amarie's directions as the two of you move down the hall.\n\nThe apparent Breeding Room isn't terribly nice, just a polished concrete floor and several cages, as well as a few doors leading off of it, a couple of metal cabinets and workbenches, and a few cages with access from the other side. "Let's get your mother situated there, dear," Amarie says, nodding to a sort of cement block with various leash-like chains coming off of it. "She should be out for a good bit longer, but better safe than sorry. Let's just carefully turn her over, there you go, and set her down so she's against the block."\n\nOnce your mother is in a semi-on-all-fours position, Amarie takes the heavy, sturdy black leather collar close to the center and fastens it securely around your mother's neck, adjusting the length of the chain it's fastened to. Cuffs are then fastened around her wrists, holding them close to the sides of the block, and then around her thighs just above her knees, the chain length adjusted so that she's basically kept on all fours. "Good, good," Amarie purrs once the two of you have finished, before pulling off her t-shirt and sports bra, those immense tits dropping free and shown off in their shockingly firm perfection to you for the first time. "Now, let's get properly attired for our fun. Ah, but can't forget." She unclips a radio from her pocket and brings it up. "Jess, put some studs through to the breeder room cages, if you would."\n\n"On it, boss-lady!" comes a woman's chirped reply.\n\nStill rather nervous, you nevertheless follow Amarie's example and strip down, setting your clothes on one of the benches with hers. She opens up one of the cabinets and draws out a black leather corset-type garment with a ribbed outside, which she fastens around her middle and does up with straps... since she's not drawing them too tightly, you suppose the likely intention is to keep her middle from getting scratched up by dog claws rather than alter her figure. She then takes out a pair of tall, gleaming black gloves that look more like rubber, starting to pull them on. You're distracted by the sound of some gates being raised and glance over, seeing various sizes of large dog start to pad into the cages, their cocks already unsheathing and jutting below their bellies, obviously knowing what goes on in this room. You almost jump and look back at Amarie at the feel of something going around your neck, then blush brightly as the woman fastens a thick black leather dog collar similar to the one your mother's wearing around your neck.\n\n"We'll get you a prettier one soon, darling, I think you've earned it," Amarie coos, brushing a hand over your hair affectionately as she finishes, then proffering a pair of scissors. "One more task before we can get underway."\n\nNodding, you accept the scissors and move back over to your mother. You take a few moments to cut her shirt off, then snip the back and straps of her bra, leaving her own full tits hanging down heavily. It takes a bit more time to clear off her pants and panties, and slip off her socks and shoes, but eventually you have her naked, her round ass and trimmed black-haired pussy bare and vulnerable in the little concrete room, most of the dogs already sighted in on it and panting eagerly.\n\n"Just wave this under her nose, and I'll get her first new friend," Amarie instructs, passing you a small bottle as she heads for one of the cages. Nodding, you lean down and uncork the bottle, gesturing with it a few times under your mother's nostrils.\n\n"Uh? Wha?" Your mother blinks a few times as she starts to wake up, obviously bleary and confused at first before she starts to focus in. She stares at the sight of you naked save for a collar, then jerks and twitches as she finds she's bound. "What?! What in the?!" She can't turn her head all that much due to the chain, but she tries to look around, eyes glinting furiously. "Cyan, what the fuck is going on?! Explain right now, or-!"\n\nJust what dire punishment your mother would have threatened for stripping her naked and chaining her to a concrete block is never answered, as in that moment Amarie nudges the Rottweiler mix to mount her, the dog almost instantly slamming its cock home into her pussy. Your mother's eyes and mouth both open wide, pure shock on her face at the feeling of a dog's dick suddenly inside of her, no sound coming out for the first few thrusts. Gradually she begins to gasp, and then to give little cries as the Rottweiler begins pounding into her, his forelegs squeezing tight around her middle as he fucks her cunt. "N-no, what, no, oh God this can't be happening!" she protests, even as some of the words are threaded by moans. Amari blatantly fingers her pussy with her rubber-gloved hands, licking her lips with an expression of utter delight on her face. Though still a bit nervous, eventually you can't help but bring a hand to your own sodden, dripping pussy, rubbing yourself almost idly while watching your mother get fucked by a dog.\n\nFor the first few minutes your mother continues to deny that this is even happening, alternately threatening and pleading with both you and Amarie to stop this and let her go. But as more and more moans suffuse the words she finally gives up talking, instead just breathing hard and letting out little reluctantly pleasured whimpers as the dog's furry hips slap against her round, motherly ass and make her tits shake beneath her from the impact. When the dog gives a sudden hard thrust forward, she cries out, her body trembling in obvious orgasm. She gives a low moan and a humiliated whimper as the panting beast scrabbles a bit and turns around, settling ass-to-ass with her like a proper bitch. She shivers again as Amarie steps over, running a gloved hand down her back and cooing, "Good girl, gooood <i>girrrrrl</i>," before starting to gentle massage the dog's balls and the base of his knot. "Cyan, why don't you bring over your mother's next stud?"\n\nNodding, you hurry over to one of the cages, reaching in to snag the obviously excited but still obedient German Shepherd's collar and leading him towards the block. Amarie has just extracted the Rottweilder's knot and led him away, leaving you looking at your mother's ass jutted up in the air and displaying her well-fucked pussy, dog cum dribbling out of it steadily and falling to the floor or down her thighs.\n\n<hr>\n[[Have the next dog mount her.|GGDog]]\n\n[[Clean her up first.|GGDog11x3]]

"Well the thing is I met someone! I mean, I met the owner of that shelter I went to, and she was super great, and she had a way better idea!" you chirp enthusiastically.\n\n"The owner?" your mother asks slowly, her frown deepening a little.\n\n"Yeah, she's really great, and so pretty... I mean, pretty great, and pretty nice, you know?" you amend as you realize you may have said too much, though with that first fumble you have a tough time getting on track. "I mean she's really... she's just... and she was saying all of this stuff, and offering me a job, and..." You pull out the papers and hold them up, a little lamely now. "I mean, if you could just...?"\n\n"I think I need to meet this woman first, before I sign anything," your mother says slowly, your heart sinking as her eyes narrow. Uh-oh.\n\nAnd so the next day finds you walking back into the shelter with your mother behind her, her manner making it feel much more like being marched to the principal's office than returning to a prospective job sight. Amarie's behind the front desk, and casually stands as the two of you come in, your mother barely managing not to gawk as those huge tits sway around a little. "Hello, welcome to the Winterbury Shelter and Kennel. You must be Cyan's mother."\n\n"Yes," your mother says in a slightly choked tone, taking the proffered hand stiffly and giving it a perfunctory shake.\n\n"I suppose you must have wanted to meet the woman who offered your daughter a job. Please, follow me to my office, we can have this discussion there," Amarie says breezily, turning to lead the way, with you valiantly trying to suppress a wince as your mother shoots an accusatory glance at you. Apparently Amarie's sex-bomb MILF appearance has almost immediately convinced you're a lesbian and doing inappropriate things with an older woman.\n\nThe feeling of being in the principal's office only grows as Amarie settles down behind her desk and you and your mother take seats in front of it as opposed to yesterday's casual sprawling on the couch, you slumping down a bit in your chair. Amarie smiles at your mother. "So, where would you like to begin?"\n\n"Are you doing inappropriate things with my daughter?" your mother immediately snaps, making you give out a dismayed yelp of 'MOM!' that has her shooting a glare hot enough to wilt you in your chair again.\n\nAmarie gazes placidly at her for long moments, before a small smile curls the corners of her lips. "I suppose that depends on whether her licking my pussy while a dog fucks her is considered 'inappropriate'."\n\nYou feel your face go pale as your mother shrieks out "WHAT?!" and starts to come to her feet. There's a low puffing noise, and your mother's eyes widen, something small and metal sticking out of one side of her throat. She drops to the chair and then slumps back, eyes closing as you shriek out a much more dismayed 'MOM!' and leap to your feet.\n\n"What did you do?!"\n\n"Oh, relax, she's fine, it's a harmless tranquilizer dart, she won't even have much of a puncture hole to heal up," Amarie answers easily as she stands and circles around the desk, pressing two fingers to the side of your mother's neck as you fret. "I've planned for similar contingencies after all, dear, and I'm not at all bothered. We'll handle this and get everything sorted out."\n\n"H-how?" you ask, glancing from her to your sleeping parent. "I mean, when she wakes up, even if it like blanks her short-term memory or something, she'll still-"\n\n"Your mother simply doesn't understand the enjoyment of dog cock, dearheart," Amarie answers with a benign smile, reaching out a hand to rest on your head. "So we'll make sure that she does. I imagine you'll find her quite supportive after that. In fact depending on her own skills we might find a place for her here, hm?"\n\n"Uh, are you saying..." You do another quick glance between the two. "Are you saying that you want to have my mom raped by dogs?"\n\n"Worked for you, didn't it?" Amarie answers with an easygoing laugh. "I'm willing to bet like daughter, like mother! Now, why don't you help me pick her up and take her to the breeding room, and we'll get to work. I'm sure after a dog cock or twenty, she'll be more than eager to sign that paperwork."\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGDog11x2]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGDog]]

"I think I should probably ease into things," you decide. "Do a little paperwork, let me get used to things."\n\n"Probably a good idea, Boss. Okay, this way to your office!" Bruno declares, hopping along towards one of the buildings. You follow him inside to find an office that looks like the Easter Borg assimilated it or something... absolutely everything is bright, pastel, and/or egg-shaped. It's a little much even for you, but Bruno bounds over to the egg-shaped desk and points up at it, and the half-egg-shaped computer atop it. "Here's your desk, papers, and your iEgg. You know how to use EggOS, right?"\n\n"... I'll figure it out," you say with a shake of the head as you move behind the desk. You're thinking one of your first edicts as Easter Bunny might be 'tone it down a little'.\n\n"Alright! Well, I've gotta get back to work, too, so I'll leave you to it," Bruno says before hopping back out.\n\nSettling in, you spend a few moments getting familiar with the computer and some of the papers on your desk. Really none of it seems too complicated... there's a bunch of stuff about current supply, production rate, and necessary supply to have by Easter that's not too hard to understand, that one management class you took in college is probably sufficient. You make a few notes on the computer where to assign some workers and where you can probably ease up a little, and spend the next hour or so checking other numbers before Bruno and another rabbit come bounding in hurriedly.\n\n"Boss! Boss! There's trouble!" Bruno calls.\n\n"What? What's the matter?" you ask with a blink, looking up and perking your ears up higher.\n\n"Some uncleaned candy eggs got mixed into the crates that are ready for shipment," the other rabbit says in a whimpery voice, ears flopping limply. "We don't know which crates and we don't know which eggs! We only just now found out that the cleaning machine was malfunctioning earlier today and let a bunch of eggs through that only got dried!"\n\n"That does sound like a problem," you admit with a frown. "What's the risk of the uncleaned eggs? Salmonella? Some other foodborne illness?"\n\n"Well in this case it's more like an intense aphrodisiac," Bruno explains, running a paw over one of his ears and letting it poik back up. "Side effect of the production process."\n\n"I-in children's candy?!"\n\n"Well, that's the thing, it won't affect anyone who hasn't gone through puberty. So at least there's no risk of that. But if an adult or someone past sixteen or so eats one, pow, they'll be fuckin' like..." His nose wiggles. "... dogs in heat."\n\n"Whatta we do, Boss?" the other bunny wails. "We have no idea which eggs they are, and searching them out would definitely put us behind! And if we had to trash the entire warehouse to be sure, we'd never, ever catch up! It'd be the worst Easter on record!"\n\n"I guess we could risk it," Bruno says slowly. "It can't be that many unwashed eggs, and parents don't steal nearly as much Easter candy as they do Halloween candy. I think. If only a couple of cases of rampant unfing happen, it probably won't be blamed on us and we can stay on schedule."\n\n<hr>\n[[Find the tainted eggs.|HEaster]]\n\n[[Trash the lot.|HEaster5x1]]\n\n[[Let it go and hope for the best.|HEaster4x2]]

"Maybe we'd better just let it slide," you decide after a few minutes. "Hopefully any adults that get affected will just have a good time with their significant other."\n\n"Gotcha, Boss," Bruno acknowledges, giving a tiny salute with his little bunny paw. "We'll keep an extra close eye on the washer to make sure this doesn't happen again. How bad could it be?"\n\nYou spend the rest of the time until Easter making similar decisions and managing your rabbits, making sure everything's in readiness for the big night. The night before all of you go bounding through the tunnels, popping out to hide eggs in yards, parks, gardens, and so on. It's all very exciting, and you find you're barely tired at all as you return to Easter Town with everyone and settle down in the viewing room with a handful of selected bunnies and Bruno to watch various significant Easter egg hunts around the world. "What's up first, Bruno?"\n\n"There's a Christian private high school that's staging a big charity Easter egg hunt early in the morning, parent-student pairs," Bruno announces as he taps a button, the (thankfully not egg-shaped) TV screen on the wall lighting up. "Every egg found is a big donation to fight homelessness!"\n\n"Aw, that's nice," you comment as you settle in, watching happy sets of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, and of course the other two combinations meander around the school grounds, eyes scanning for any sign of brightly-colored eggs. You smile as the eggs start being found, the pairs cracking open the marked plastic eggs (you remember hiding a few of those yourself actually) and tucking them into the baskets while helping themselves to the duos of smaller chocolate eggs inside.\n\nYour smile falls and your eyes widen as the parents and teens begin to fairly rapidly pounce on each other. Mothers and daughters stuff their hands down each others' panties, kissing desperately as they frig each other, baskets dropped to spill their eggs on the ground. Some fathers tug their daughters' panties aside and pound into them from behind while the cute little uniformed girls beg for more, and other fathers fuck their sons' faces while the boys desperately jerk their own stiff pricks. Mothers ride their sons right their on the grassy fields, bouncing on those eager teenage pricks while their tits bounce beneath tugged-up Easter sweaters.\n\n"Uh," Bruno comments as the Easter egg hunt descends into a full-on orgy, parents trading their offspring with other parents, or moving on to other parents while the students turn their desires on each other. "I think we may have found the supply of unwashed eggs?"\n\n"You think?" you grumble, smacking a hand to your face.\n\nBy the very next day you're dragged in front of the Holiday Council, hanging your head as you're confronted by the various representatives of the holidays. You yelp a bit as a Christmas elf steps up and yanks your vest off, your fur and ears and other rabbitlike traits disappearing as if they'd never been, leaving you just a naked human woman who's unable to help attempting to futilely cover herself as she's glowered at by a row of seated beings of myth and legend.\n\n"<i>Former</i> Easter Bunny, this Council finds you guilty of gross negligence resulting in extreme damage to your holiday," Santa Claus declares.\n\n"It will be decades before the holiday of Easter recovers from this black eye, if it ever does," Mother Nature adds, the naked, caramel-skinned woman scowling, the vines in her hair rustling. "Easter egg hunts have been banned at record numbers, people are mocking the entire concept of the holiday on social media at a greater rate than ever, and retailers are already talking about avoiding the word 'Easter' entirely."\n\n"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Pumpkin King demands, his scowling jack-o-lantern of a face changing into an even more intimidating visage and the flame inside it burning a bit brighter.\n\n"I-I'm sorry," you sniffle. "I know it was my fault, and I was wrong, but it was my very first day, I had it all sprung on me, I'd only been the Easter Bunny for ten minutes, and, and..."\n\n"That is the only reason your punishment is not going to be more severe than it is," Santa Claus adds with a huff. "Though clearly you must be punished, we will at least allow you to choose which member of this council will administer your punishment."\n\n"H-how long will it last?" you ask, glancing around.\n\n"For the length of time you would have been Easter Bunny had you not made such an egregious error."\n\n"Magical estimates put you at between one and ten centuries, apparently you could have been pretty good," coos the redheaded woman in sultry crimson lingerie, apparently the representative of Valentine's Day. "So we decided to split the difference and call it 500 years."\n\n"Five... hundred..." you squeak.\n\n"Aye, and yer gettin' off light at that, lass!" declares a leprechaun sitting in another chair, thumping his little fist against the tabletop. "I lobbied fer 2000 just ta make sure!"\n\n"So choose," says the Pilgrim-attired turkey sitting between Santa and the Pumpkin King. "Which holiday will you serve your sentence under?"\n\n<hr>\n<b>Game over.</b> You only get to pick who administers your fate!\n\n[[Santa Claus.|HEaster4xEnd1]]\n\n[[Mother Nature.|HEaster4xEnd2]]\n\n[[Pumpkin King.|HEaster4xEnd3]]\n\n[[Thanksgiving Turkey.|HEaster4xEnd4]]\n\n[[Valentine.|HEaster4xEnd5]]\n\n[[The Leprechaun|HEaster4xEnd6]]

"Hm? What's this?"\n\nYou're almost relieved to see a face lean into your view... even if it is a male Drow. He picks you up easily with one hand by grabbing one of your arms, lifting you and shaking you around.\n\n"Ha. Some complete amateur rogue, to judge by the stuff you left scattered around. I'll pick all this up later. For now, I want to clean off the road dust," he announces, using his free hand to fish out a key and open the door. "But after that, I'll give my new toy a test run."\n\nHe carries you into his bedroom and tosses you negligently on the bed, leaving you to drift down and even bounce a little like the lewdly-shaped balloon you are. You're not sure what to feel... you're about to be used as a sex toy by the evil creature that did this to you, but at the same time you're pretty sure you were laying on that dungeon floor for months at least, and you're <i>ridiculously</i> bored. So it's actually with some excitement that you see him walk back in a short time later, bare black body glistening with a bit of dampness as he rubs at his hair with a towel. \n\n"Now then, first the facehole," he chirps, picking you up and setting your latex feet on the floor. He guides the green ring of your lips to the head of his rather impressive dark black cock, then slides your inflated head over him, making a pleased sound. You're shocked by how good it feels... better than touching your own pussy ever did, back when you were flesh and blood! It feels like he's really fucking you as he works you up and down along his length, your body making a few rubbery squeaking sounds. "Ribbed for my pleasure, hm? Not a bad hole. But let's see what the one between your legs is like."\n\nHe pulls you off of his cock and sets your helpless balloon body back on the bed, clambering up and propping himself above you. Idly giving one of your round latex tits a squeeze and sending another shock of pleasure through you, he grins before picking you up and flopping on his back, effortlessly lowering you onto his cock. You can hear his pleased sound at the bumps even as the feeling of his cock inside you sends an even more intense pleasure all through you. But as he starts working you up and down, using your cunt like the masturbation sleeve it is, you realize that the pleasure just keeps building, and building, but never actually coming to a climax. You're caught between the waves of sensation and a shudder of horror as you realize that with the sadistic nature of this spell, you'll probably <i>never</i> be able to cum!\n\nAs the Drow almost idly lifts you and turns you around for better access to your third hole, you give in to the realization that you're probably going to spend the next several centuries being one very frustrated blowup doll. 'Oh well,' you think philosophically as your mind is rocked by the feeling of twelve inches of Drow dick sliding into your latex ass. 'I'll probably go insane from the buildup long before then anyway.'\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Things blow up</i>

"I think..." You swallow a bit, feeling how red your face is. "I think it was the idea of being... treated like that. Used. Abused." You bite your lower lip, your body giving a light shudder of arousal as you add, "Broken."\n\n"Mm. Well... I can certainly break you, if you like." Kelly's eyes flash as if she'd like nothing better. She brings a fingertip up to twirl her nail around your nipple, making you shiver delightedly. "But that means there's one more question to ask you."\n\n"W-what's that?"\n\n"Obviously, if I break you, you can't very well return to a normal life at school, living with your parents. A slave is a slave, and is a slave for the rest of its life." This time it's your aunt's words that make you shudder in anticipation... <i>its</i> life. Not hers. "So the question is, do you wish to become my personal property? Or shall I prepare you to be sold like the animal you'll become?" Kelly quirks an eyebrow as she looks at you. "Keep in mind, while I'll allow you to select which of my clients you'll be prepared for, at that point there will be no turning back... some of them have very extreme tastes. And whichever of them you go to, you'll belong to them for the rest of your life. That may be a very long time... or a very <i>short</i> time."\n\n<hr>\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's pet.|KellySlaveStart]]\n\n[[Become Aunt Kelly's inventory.|SoldSlaveStart]]

You decide to go take a look in Aunt Kelly's room. Just a little peek. Maybe open a few drawers or take a look in the closet...\n\nTrotting upstairs, it's pretty easy to find the master bedroom. It's decorated in rich, dark colors, with a four-poster king-sized bed topped by a thick, soft comforter and a number of (normal-sized) pillows up at the top. Hm, Aunt Kelly's single... either she likes to stretch out a lot or she does more than sleep on the bed, you think with an impish teenage grin. The bed's across from a big, classy TV cabinet with a TV you'd guess at around forty inches or so, the whole thing set up to use a smartphone-like controller and only have one slot you need to put disks into. There are also other accoutrements, of course, bits of furniture, some art pieces, all of it very tasteful and pretty, like you'd expect. You do some preliminary poking around, and find some other things that might bear further investigation.\n\n<b>[[Videos|Camping11x2]]</b>: There's a cabinet full of DVDs, blu-rays, and even VHS tapes. (There's probably a VCR in the cabinet under the TV, but why bother with that?) They seem to be home recorded, all labeled simply with a date and a pair of initials rather than titles. Very mysterious and intriguing... on the other hand, they could just be recordings of art auctions she went to or people she did negotiations with.\n\n<b>[[Footlocker|Camping]]</b>: There's a stylish black leather and brass footlocker at the foot of the bed. It's locked, but it's one of those big, mostly decorative locks. You're no master thief, but a bit of jimmying would pop it right open.\n\n<b>[[Closet|SamClStart]]</b>: You only took a peek in, but your aunt's walk-in closet looks bigger than your bedroom back at home. You're no clothes horse, in fact you border on being a tomboy, but the sheer amount of beautiful clothing in there makes every feminine impulse in your body twitch eagerly.\n\n<b>[[Shower|Camping]]</b>: So the closet's big, but it's not like glass-cases-and-automatic-racks elaborate, and the house may be a mansion but it's a small mansion, so nothing you've seen so far could be called, say, "palatial". Except your aunt's bathroom. The shower is particularly elborate, big and open with multiple heads and some... attachments... that look very <i>interesting</i>. You did have a flight and a cab ride, maybe getting cleaned up is a good idea...

You're just too curious about the mysteries upon mysteries that you're discovering about your aunt. You look at one of the golden-topped disks with its neat lettering in your aunt's handwriting, with the initials 'A.L.' and a date of several years ago. Art auction? Homemade porn with a boyfriend you haven't heard about? Terrible local theater? 'Well, won't know until I watch it,' you think as you pop open the case, trotting over to the TV. You slip the disk into the slot and snag the remote, moving back to sit on that footlocker at the edge of the bed as the TV automatically turns on and the movie starts playing.\n\nYour eyes widen as the image resolves into a girl who can't be any older than you are, dark-skinned but with dyed-blonde straight hair and slightly bigger breasts. She's trussed up on some sort of chair that keeps her legs lifted and spread, curling lightly under her knees with straps at various points to hold her still, the seat and angle apparently designed to keep her bald, bare pussy and ass both shown off and accessible. Her arms are bound behind her back and straps holding her to the chair go across the top and bottoms of her breasts, squeezing them a bit, and showing off the clamps attached to her stiff nipples. She has a ballgag stuffed in her mouth, drool running down the sides of her chin.\n\nAs you stare in shock, your aunt steps onto the screen. She's wearing some sort of dominatrix getup, black leather snug around her middle and cupping the undersides of her otherwise bare breasts to lift them proudly, the bottom of it thin across her crotch and molded to conform to the curves of her ass in back. She's even wearing shiny black gloves that cover her arms almost up to the shoulder. The sound of her leg-sheathing, stiletto-heeled boots clacking on the concrete floor emerges from the speakers, as do the girl's cries and moans as Aunt Kelly leans in and starts working over her bare pussy with black-clad fingers.\n\n"<i>Now I don't want to hear any more of this 'Anissa Levins' stuff,</i>" your aunt says in a chiding tone, giving the girl's clit a tweak and making her groan through the rubber ball in her mouth. "<i>Your new owner isn't paying for Anissa Levins, he's paying for a nameless fucktoy. Now...</i>" She reaches up and yanks the ballgag off. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Anissa Le-</i>"\n\nYour aunt's hand comes down in a hard slap on the girl's pussy, making her shriek, you can't tell whether in pain or pleasure. "<i>What is your name?</i>"\n\n"<i>Whore!</i>" the girl gasps out, apparently giving in, and from the look on her face not for the first time, but maybe the last. "<i>My name is Whore! My name is Cunt! My name is Stupid Bitch!</i>"\n\nOh god, this is so...\n\n<hr>\n[[... wrong.|Camping16x1]]\n\n[[... hot.|Camping11x3]]

You could use a little Christmas cheer, considering your situation. You set off down the path, the stones eventually taking on patterns of Christmas trees and candy canes and reindeer. Eventually there's even snow on the ground around the paths... you're curious as to whether it's actually shaved ice or just some sort of decorative powder, but you're not quite willing to risk invoking some park attendant's ire by attempting to scoop up a handful.\n\nChristmasland itself, once you get there, is like one giant cliche. Giant candy canes sticking out of the ground at angles, storefronts mocked up like gingerbread houses, big Christmas tree in the center roundabout. But it's a joyous cliche, and you can't help but feel buoyed and cheerful at the sound of the jingle bell clinking music being broadcast. They even have a light snowfall drifting down over the place... their snow machine must be really subtle and really top-notch.\n\nYou wander around for a bit, taking in the sights. The park workers here seem to be mostly girls... slender, attractive girls with pointy elf ears on, to go with their green felt hats, short-skirt tunics, and candy cane thigh-high stockings (with pointy-toed green shoes on their feet, of course). They have glitter on their cheeks and smiles on their faces... man, you wonder how they manage to smile while they're wearing those goofy outfits and dealing with crying kids and rude tourists and stuff? You spot a few other of 'Santa's elves' here and there, but these seem to be somewhat more the traditional type... male, stocky, short (none of them are even any taller than you are), and not very pretty, but still with glitter on their cheeks. Maybe they're just there because it's traditional? Though whenever you see one he seems to be moving with a lot of purpose, often pushing a cart around or cleaning out a trash can or something.\n\nBut anyway, enough of eyeing the residents. Time to actually have some fun! Let's see, according to what you've seen, as well as a handy map, there are some stores that look like fun... as far as getting a bite to eat goes, there's '[[Christmas Cafe|XmasCafeStart]]', and also a store called '[[Tandy's Holiday Candy|XmasTandyStart]]'. There's a place where you can [[go see Santa|XmasSantaStart]]... you're rather old for it, but hell, when in Christmasland. There's some sort of ride called '[[Christmas Night|XmasRideStart]]', and the promos for it have signs with Santa drawings with mirrors in the faces... you get to ride Santa's sleigh or something on a rollercoaster? (Enh, it's probably a boring kiddy ride.) Looking around, you also notice a nearby booth that says '[[Job Fair|XmasJobStart]]'... normally you wouldn't think twice about that, but you notice a tacked-on sign on the booth that reads 'Room and board included', which reminds you that you don't exactly have anywhere to go after leaving the park tonight.

For right now, it's all a bit too weird for you, you'll address this another day. Dropping the bag of candy into the drawer of your bedside table, you shove it closed and then flop into bed. After a few moments, you slide a hand down the front of your pants... after all, it's not like masturbating as normal is exactly boring, right? Right!\n\nAnd so for the next few days you do your best to not think too much about the bag of weird dick-candy you've tucked away. And, as these things go, eventually you do start thinking of it less and less, once you get over the vague temptation during the first few days. It's just some weird thing that happened and a weird thing you have that you've decided not to mess with for now, and that's that.\n\nOf course you probably shouldn't have expected that to be that because when of course it couldn't be. One day you return from a brief visit to a friend's house to find your mother's car already in the drive. You head on inside and up to your room, pausing in a bit of surprise to find that's where she is, standing beside the bed with her back to you. "Uh, hey Mom, looking for something?"\n\n"Um... yes, well," she answers without turning, her voice sounding rather strained. "To... to be honest, I was doing a brief check of your drawers and things, just to see if you had anything... well."\n\n"MOM!" you blurt, with all the appropriate indignation of a teenager getting room-checked, whether they have something to hide or not.\n\n"I-I know, I know, I promise I wasn't going to read any diaries I found or throw anything minor in your face, but... but I found those pill-looking things in your bedside table, a huge bag of them." While you can feel some blood draining out of your face for more than one reason, she continues. "Obviously at first I was shocked, but then I realized they seemed to be just candy, so I... I tried a few, just to check but also because they looked good, and..."\n\n"... Uh-oh," you murmur, biting your lower lip.\n\nYour mother turns around, revealing that the front of her skirt has been pulled up, and her pantyhose and panties pulled down in front... enough to release a very large cock, jutting out from above the bunched-up material. It's quite a bit bigger than the one you grew, but it sounds like she took more than one at once. Even as you stare at it, it gives a visible throb, a bead of clear pre welling up at the tip of it and then sliding down the underside. Yanking your gaze up, you see that her face is flushed, lips parted, eyes a little glazed.\n\n"S-so right now I'm really less concerned with an explanation and more concerned with... with how hard it is to hold back," she says, the strain in her voice growing. You can almost feel as much as see her eyes raking up and down your body, and watch as her fists clench at her sides. "The... the sheer lust I feel is almost overwhelming..."\n\n<hr>\n[[Try to help her calm down.|GGCandy]]\n\n[[Run!|GGCandy]]

You stay in your room most of the rest of the day, not willing to push whatever helpful mind magic the incubus has obviously been using on your behalf. You wile away time on the computer, read, or jerk off while thinking of being fucked by the demon or by your father, until dinner. You clean off and head down, but everyone's quiet, your parents engaging in the usual idle chit-chat, your father acting as if he didn't spend a good part of the morning pounding your cute little ass. You'd almost think he really didn't remember, until at one point you notice him glance at you with obvious heat and desire in his eyes. Yes, he remembers, you realize as you blush.\n\nEventually it's an acceptable time for bed. You wait until your parents' light goes dark, then change into your lingerie. But surprising you this time, almost the moment you've finished pulling up the second stocking, when you look up the incubus is there, leering at you.\n\n"Well well, you really did it," he says in a smug tone, walking over and cupping your chin. "You are quite the promising little slut, girl. Alright, a promise is a promise, especially among my kind. Ask for something, and if it's within my power, I'll give it."\n\n<hr>\n[[You want your parents to be perverts too.|QOInc4x1]]\n\n[[You want to be like him.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want to be with him forever.|QOInc]]\n\n[[You want to be a girl.|QOInc1x10]]\n\n[[You want a kiss.|QOInc2x1]]

Deciding that you'd really rather not look like a skinny blue ape, you select the female troll. The model assumes focus on the screen, wearing what's best described as a leather bikini. She's leanly-muscled, lanky, with slightly large hands and big feet, relatively petite tusks jutting up from the corners of her mouth, and solid, glossy purple eyes. Her wild mane of spiky red hair juts up from her head and falls down her back like the crest of a razorback pig, with two long braids falling over her shoulders down to her chest.\n\n<center>Choose your character's class.</center>\n\n[[Witch|GGTWitch1x1]]\n\n[[Skinchanger|GGTSkin1x1]]\n\n[[Savage|GGTSav1x1]]

"A-alright, I'll... I'll serve you. My goddess," you add with a lustful shiver.\n\n"Good!" Amana chirps, snapping her fingers. The fiery bands around you flare briefly, incinerating your gear and clothing, your breasts tumbling free amidst the little flecks of cinders and ash that used to be covering you. You give a surprised yelp at a sudden pinching sensation in your nose, feeling something brushing against your upper lip. "Perhaps a bit more like a cow than a horse, but it's just a little symbol of devotion," the demi-god succubus says with a snicker as you reach up to touch the new nose ring marking you. "Now, the first thing you're going to do is prove your loyalty."\n\n"How?" You find your gaze wandering over to the hulking monster that was once Thurkar, and the pair of apparently eternally hard cocks jutting from his stretched scaly sheath, both of them dribbling a constant stream of almost steaming pre onto the floor. \n\n"Pft, that wouldn't be much of a proof of loyalty, would it? That's just you enjoying yourself. Never fear, you'll have a taste of the Beast eventually," Amana says with a laugh. "No, dear, go pick up Bane and strip him naked."\n\nYou swallow, then nod. "Yes, my goddess," you add, before turning and making your way over to Bane, your now bare tits jiggling with every hooffall.\n\n"Cyan, you traitor!" Bane snarls as you pick him up, your hands still somewhat hesitant as you tug his boots off, then work down his pants. The clothing passes through the restraining fire bands like it wasn't there, Bane's impressive (for a halfling, you guess, which means it's probably on the larger end of really average for a human) cock flopping free as you work his pants off. You continue to manipulate the enraged halfling like a large doll as you pull off his jacket and gear as well, dropping everything to the floor, until you're holding him by the arms, naked save for his restraints.\n\n"Good. Now bring him over here, so I can dole out his fate," Amana says smugly.\n\nYour hooves are a bit slow as you start making your way towards the new goddess, trying not to look at Shae watching in wide-eyed horror. "Er, just what is his fate?" you can't help but ask.\n\n"Oh, he's always been a bit of a cock," Amana answers breezily. "So why not make it literal? He'll spend the rest of eternity as a demonic prick... his consciousness trapped in a state of being unable to speak or move of his own volition. Experiencing every shudder of pleasure and burst of orgasm, but also every aching throb and yearning, never able to be truly satisfied. Hm, I wonder whether I'll allow his consciousness to be wiped out by the sensations over time, or magically keep it intact so he can continue to experience it over the tens of thousands of years?" she muses aloud, rubbing her chin. "Oh well, a question for another century. Bring him here."\n\n<hr>\n[[Bring him there.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[You can't do it.|GGCentaur]]

"I don't want this to take forever, let's take the quicker forest path," you decide.\n\n"I'd tend to agree, we can easily deal with a few bandits," Amana says with a firm nod. "The sooner we get to the tower, the sooner we can get out of these clothes and start mating whenever our desires move us."\n\nShae nods eagerly at that, and the three of you set off towards the deeper forest, the hooves of yourselves and your mates thumping along the packed earth. The sunlight filtering through the canopy gradually grows dimmer, until the light is about like that of late evening... and perfectly fine for you to see in, since you have better than human vision, as does Amana and Shae. So none of you are particularly surprised when a pair of figures go scuttling across some branches and drop down a bit in front of you, one with a drawn shortbow and the other wielding a long knife.\n\n"Alright, hold it right there!" the one with the knife snaps. She's dark-skinned, her black hair done in several braids as well as a loose part, curling tattoos marking the visible skin at her neck and side. She has deep blue eyes though, narrowed in a practiced intimidating look but glittering with fear. \n\n"I'll put this through your throat if you make a move, centaur!" the other one calls, not making it entirely clear which one of you she means. She's fairer-skinned, with long, wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Both are wearing fairly battered leather armor that covers their arms and chests but leaves their midriffs bare, and with matching leather pants and boots. The dark-skinned one seems more toned and with perky C-cups, the blonde with a somewhat curvier figure and soft-looking DD-cups. \n\nAmana glances over at you with a 'How droll' expression, before looking at the two bandits. "So your idea was to assault not just a party of adventurers, but demi-human adventurers, all clearly heavily armed and experienced?"\n\nThe pair of bandits trade a worried glance, before the blonde snaps back. "Yeah but you're weighed down with enough treasure to last us the rest of our lives! Hand it over and no one has to get hurt!" she adds, though there's a bit of trembling in her voice as she says it that betrays that she's hoping she won't be the one who gets hurt.\n\n<hr>\n[[Kill them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Capture them.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Toss them some specific treasure.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Offer to let them earn some treasure.|GGCentaur6x5]]

<img src="images/Cybil.jpg">\n\nDean stares at the tablet like you knew he would, the tips of his ears turning pink. Huhuhu, though you already had the character mostly done, you deliberately added various factors to precisely tweak her to press Dean's buttons. For one thing, the gyaru color scheme of dark skin and blonde hair, since you know he's been voraciously devouring every gyaru-related scanlation manga he can find lately. For another, although you'd originally been drawing her naked, you added the sling bikini style outfit precisely because you know those get him going. The lewd pose of her crouching with her legs spread and showing off her large breasts, and the wings and tail and horns to play on his monster girl kink, are all just bonuses.\n\n"U-um... oh, okay, I mean... I didn't think... I didn't think you'd play a succubus," he murmurs, quickly ducking forward and focusing on his laptop screen, squirming a little as he types. "Um... um, I'm not sure if... you know, when you visit human settlements and things..."\n\n"Oh, don't worry, succubi can take an alternate form, remember? She can just become a human," you answer cheerfully, already prepared for that eventuality. "I mean, she probably won't change the way she dresses, but people are used to sorceresses going around mostly naked, right?"\n\n"I... I guess," Dean allows, squirming again and shooting you a quick nervous look... and actually blushing a bit more. Hm! Might he have just pictured you mostly (or all) naked? My my, you never thought he had the guts before! But after a moment he clears his throat and says, "Uh, well, so like, yeah, I said any race you wanted, so that's probably, you know. Fine. Um, so let's get started. Are you ready?"\n\n"Mhm," you answer, extending the tablet's back prop and setting it on the table so that the screen's pointed in his general direction, leaving the art on display (and its subject constantly displaying herself to Dean).\n\nObviously trying not to glance at the art every few seconds and succeeding about half the time, Dean clears his throat again before he says, "Alright, so! You're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure..." He pauses briefly and glances at you, as if worried you might protest him declaring your intentions on principle, but at your serene nod he continues. "So you're out wandering the countryside in search of adventure, and you come across a farmstead that's just... completely trashed. The fields are messed up, the house has smashed walls, you can see a dead horse laying in the field," he continues, obviously starting to relax a bit more as he focuses on telling the gruesome tale of your discovery.\n\nYou go through the process of investigating the house a bit and not finding anything other than wanton destruction, before declaring that you continue on. Dean describes your short journey to a village (pausing and looking at you expectantly until you say you've disguised yourself as human before arrival), where you're greeted by a small crowd and 'what's obviously the village elder'. "Recognizing you as an adventurer, the village elder implores you to help them. It seems a tribe of trolls has recently arrived in the area and begun terrorizing the farmsteads beyond the village proper. Without warning they arrive and rampage around the grounds, tearing up the crops, killing livestock, destroying buildings, and carrying off any unfortunate farmer and their family that isn't killed in the violence. They don't know if any of the taken people are still alive, but they hope that if any are, you'll be able to bring them back. The elder says that they're a poor village but that if you help them they'll give you whatever they can as a reward. What do you do?"\n\n<hr>\n[["I agree to help them."|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["I agree to help them." (Sexily.)|CyanDDD]]\n\n[["I suck off the elder."|CyanDDD]]

It's just some idle muttering to herself, you're sure Amana knows what she's doing and can control herself. After all, it's just a bunch of swirling, apparently god-level power that's apparently tinted just right to be claimed by a mortal, being examined by someone with a racial inclination towards evil and grabbing power, what could go wrong?\n\nWait. Shit.\n\nBy the time you've realized your mistake, Amana's eyes have lit up with a not-entirely-sane glee and she's stretched her hands out, both suddenly becoming wreathed in bright, flickering rainbow colors, more of them stretching from the air around the statue and flowing to the coronas around her hands. "Yeeeees!" she howls as her body rapidly shifts beneath her robes, breasts the most obvious as they grow and swell. All of her skin lights up as she lowers her hands, tearing the robes to tatters with a single yank, baring her entire body, her red ass also growing and rounding, becoming more shapely as her legs lengthen, taking on heavily stylized feminine curves. She turns towards you all with a sway of her head-sized-and-still-growing tits, eyes blazing and crackling with hellfire as her horns grow longer and turn a deep, glistening black color like obsidian. Her tongue lolls from between her smirking lips, stretching and lengthening, thinning out some and splitting at the end like a snake's as she flicks it about before drawing it back to her mouth. In the space of two heartbeats, she's become a seven foot tall hypersexualized succubus, a spade-tipped tail flicking behind her as her tits finally finish growing, the huge, heavy orbs hanging halfway to her waist. \n\nThe entire party is shocked, but Bane and Thurkar at least are starting to spring into motion when Amana's hands come back up. There's the barest flick of her fingers, and blazing rings of fire snap into place around everyone's middle and ankles, binding their arms to their sides and holding their legs in place. Several fearful shrieks are let out (including from you) before people realize that the fire isn't actually burning, just holding you in place as if it were metal bands. You see Thurkar straining at his, snarling and lashing about, the fire actually starting to... stretch, for a better word.\n\n"Oh, that pesky draconic spell resistance," Amana says with a dramatic sigh, her voice strange, as if it were echoing just slightly with every word. "I suppose you'll break free in a moment. Luckily, you've got the willpower of a wet parchment, and I can simply go in that way." Smirking (and showing off newly sharpened teeth in the process), she gives her fingers another flicker in Thurkar's direction.\n\n"You'll never break meRRRRRAARRRR!" Thurkar howls as his own eyes blaze red. The fire bands instantly flicker out as his already formidably muscles start to bulge and swell, his body twitching and lurching as he changes. He continues to grow taller and larger, his scales taking on a deep, otherworldly gleam as the muscles they're stretched over continue to grow and shift. His loincloth tents as his obviously rather impressive cock grows erect... and grows as well, already starting to extend out from under the loincloth before the waistband of it snaps and drops to the floor. His cock is mostly human-shaped, emerging from a vestigial scaly sheath above his leathery ballsack... but as you watch it grow, it changes in shape as well, the head tapering to a point and lines of ridges growing along the top and bottom of it as his balls bulge obviously inside their sack. Just as his prick is taking on a slick, shiny red color, another pair of bulges appears in his heavy sack and a second, identical cock pushes out below the first one. Thurkar flexes his massive hands as his feet push up higher, talons digging into the stone of the floor as his back bulges in two places. His face takes on even more inhuman, more obviously draconic features as more horns sprout from his head, and he gives a long, utterly bestial roar as a pair of wings burst from his back and give several powerful flaps.\n\n"There. One demi-humanoid dragon servant, made to order," Amana coos as she eyes her handiwork, Thurkar slumping forward, shoulders and back at an angle that speaks of no pride or thought inside. It's hard to tell with them glowing red, but even then his eyes seem somehow empty and devoid of all thought or feeling. "He's quite lovely, isn't he?"\n\n"Amana, what are you doing?! Snap out of it!" Bane calls.\n\n"Amana <i>please</i>!" Shae adds, tears streaking down her cheeks.\n\n"Psh." Amana gives a dismissive wave of one hand, even that slight motion setting her massive red tits to jiggling. "With the magic I've already taken I'm practically a demigod. Once I finish absorbing the rest of it and turn this treasure towards buying up the necessary magic items, materials, and servants, I really will be one... the goddess of corruption and sex, perhaps," she adds thoughtfully, smiling and putting a fingertip to her lips.\n\n"That's what you're going to betray everyone for? To be an evil goddess of perversion?" you demand, scowling.\n\n"It was so very tiring resisting my succubus heritage all the time, you've no idea," Amana answers with another dramatic sigh that wobbles her boobs, placing the back of her hand to her forehead and tilting her head to emphasize her torment. "I wanted to be taking Bane and Thurkar's cocks every hour of every day, fisting Shae until her eyes rolled up in her head and she begged mommy for more, and you, oh the thoughts that went through my head when I first saw those big bouncing tits and that utterly bare horse pussy and fat black asshole. But I had to play prim and proper Amana, rather than indulge a few simple whims like shoving my tongue in a centaur's asshole and armfucking her cunt. And now, in my new role as goddess, I will seek to make a world where no one ever resists their urges ever again."\n\nShe pauses, then drops her hand and smirks broadly at you. "Speaking of urges, my my... I see what you've been doing lately in your mind now, mmm, it's making my pussy even wetter." She tucks her hand between her legs, her cunt already drooling down her thighs, an audible squishing occurring as she brazenly shoves two fingers into herself. "Poor dear, you know the pain of supressing your perverted desires too. Well you don't have to, Cyan... swear yourself to me, become my very first worshiper. My high priestess. Within a mere few years, you could become a demi-goddess yourself, part of my pantheon. Imagine the big, fat cocks you could get fucked with then... or make to suit yourself, hm?"\n\nYou swallow hard, both in shock at Amana seeing inside your mind and offering such a proposal... and in arousal at the rush of desire and eagerness that passes through you at it.\n\n<hr>\n[[Agree.|GGCentaur7x3]]\n\n[[Refuse.|GGCentaur]]

"Yeah, okay," you say with a sigh. "You're right. Sorry again."\n\nShe gives you a pat on the side of the shoulder. "Wanna watch something, or are you movied out?"\n\n"I think I'm everythinged out. I'm gonna grab something to eat and then head to bed, okay?"\n\n"Okay. Sweet dreams."\n\nYou raid the kitchen, going through most of a gallon of milk (and wishing it were a different thin white substance, though obviously that didn't keep you hydrated despite the amount of it you guzzled) and two containers of deli meat. After that you retreat to your room, sending Leslie a text explaining that you need her to alibi you and how. Once you receive the text confirming it, you set the phone aside and flop into bed. Your hands wander over your belly, pulling the tanktop up and exploring the little stings of the scratches, your thoughts of the strong forelegs wrapped around you that put them there.\n\nOf course, your dreams that night are filled with panting, lolling tongues, glistening dicks and howls of release. You wake up more than once to find your fingers between your legs, which are shuddering with release. Eventually you give up, dumping the sodden pajama pants to the floor and just laying with your face in the pillow and ass in the air, fingering your pussy and moaning muffledly, occasionally reaching up with your other hand to tease at your twitching asshole. You drift in and out of sleep like that all night, hoping you don't howl out in your sleep as you're eagerly raped by hundreds of mental canine lovers.\n\nYou manage to remember to cover yourself before morning comes, lest your mother check on you. You don't know if she does, but you awake to the sound of her car door closing and the car pulling out of the driveway. You toss the covers off of yourself and roll over on your back, almost idly tucking your hand back between your legs and rubbing your sodden pussy. A quick glance towards your computer shows that the light indicating an active network connection is off... your mother generally trusts you, but apparently she felt that expecting you to adhere to your punishment with a working cable modem in the house was a little too much. She's probably got Ms. Kaufmann across the street and Ms. Hernandez next door spying on you, too, in case you try to leave the house.\n\nYou moan softly as you get yourself off... though it's only a pale shadow of the orgasms from yesterday. You let out a little sigh, bringing your dripping fingers up close to your face to look glumly at them. You're obviously going to have to solve this somehow. You've gone without dog cock for almost ten hours at this point and it already feels like an eternity. Sure, the cravings might subside a little over time, but when? You'll have to come up with a solution to satisfy or overcome these cravings or you'll go crazy.\n\n<hr>\n[[Get a dog.|GGDog1x7]]\n\n[[Seek an artificial substitute.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Find someone you know with a dog.|GGDogPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Agh, this is too frustrating! You need it now! Sneak out!|GGDogPlaceholder]]

"... I wanna say," you start slowly, stepping out a bit from behind Hassat so that the others can see you better. "That you should never judge someone on their race. But I guess this world just isn't like that. Yeah, most Drow really are evil... most are murderers and slavers and conquerers, and I guess you have to regard them that way if you want to live through the day. It's the way the world is and the world kind of sucks."\n\nYou look from Hassat to the others. "Maybe most humans are selfish and don't stay true over the generations. Maybe most dwarves are greedy and would abandon their friends for a pile of gold or a good fight. Maybe wizards are too caught up in learning to care about other people, and maybe clerics don't care about anyone who doesn't follow the right gods." You slowly look each of them over, watching shock, anger, even a bit of shame pass across their faces. "And maybe people have to treat each of those like a given sometimes too."\n\nYou shake your head. "But sometimes you meet <i>a</i> human, <i>a</i> dwarf, or whoever, and you take them just as they are... a person. You do it because you're desperate, or you're open-minded, or because just then and there, <i>they're not a threat to you</i>. You give them a fair shake and sometimes it turns out and sometimes it doesn't, I guess. But you try anyway. And in a little way the world sucks a little bit less, because for awhile you weren't just a human, just a dwarf, just a wizard, just a cleric, or just a drow... you weren't your skin, or your armor, or your weapons, or your gods, you were a person standing in front of another person and being fair."\n\nYou look at Hassat for a moment, finding that he's staring at you just like the others are staring at you. You shrug and turn back to the others. "I say we take him to a town or a city and find out if he's actually even done anything. If it seems like he might have, we make sure he gets a fair trial. Yeah, I guess it's a risk. And maybe it's out of our way. But risks are what we do, and when you're old and in bed thinking about this day, what do you want to think... 'I killed a Drow', or 'I gave a man fair treatment'?"\n\nThere's silence in the cavern for a moment, before Ulf slowly nods his head. "Aye, lass. Aye, I suppose you've the right of it. Drow or not, he's a prisoner bound and helpless, and end of th' day, honor says he be treated square." He walks over and taps Hassat on the chest with the flat of his axe. "Yer alive because of the well-spoken missy, so y'just be considerin' that before y'think of slipping those chains and cutting any throats, now."\n\n"I'll bear it in mind," Hassat answers flatly, though not as bitterly as you might have expected.\n\n"C'mon, let's get the hell out of this cave," you suggest.\n\nLater that night you bring a tin plate of food over, sitting down beside the Drow and setting it in his lap. His hands have been rechained in front of him (after several promises and a minor geas laid on him by Zadaan), allowing him to pick up the piece of bread from the plate and tear a hunk out of it. He chews quietly for a bit, before swallowing and looking at you. "Did you really mean all of that? About treating others fairly? Or were you just fast-talking to keep me alive?"\n\n"I'm... kinda not a local," you answer with a grin, drawing your knees up and resting your forearms on them, gesturing with one hand as you speak. "I guess the idea of different races from different cultures just taking each other as they come is pretty naive here, huh?" You look down at your hands. "Some people where I'm from think it's pretty naive too. And looking at it now, maybe they're right. Just a little bit. Sometimes there are so many of a certain kind of person that want to hurt you, maybe you do have to be cautious of them all. Maybe that's the way you stay safe, maybe that's how you keep your family safe. It sucks and it's not fair, but at the end of the day..."\n\nYou shrug a little and look up at him again. "But at the end of the same day, you're not a rampaging army of Drow, Hassat. You're not even an attack force. You're one guy that I managed to get the drop on. There's some evidence you've done some shady shit... but I'd rather know you'd done it for sure before I see anything happen to you. 'Cause it's just you, so I can take the chance." You grin a little again, ducking your head to look him in the eye. "I'm right to take the chance, huh?"\n\nHe hesitates, then nods once. You pat his leg a bit. "Alright. Then it'll be alright. Hey, if you haven't done anything too bad, maybe we can talk 'em down to community service or something."\n\n"That seems unlikely." Still, he smiles just a little bit.\n\nIt's two days later when the gates of the city open and the lot of you walk in, leading your horses. People soon spot the manacled Drow prisoner amongst you, and gradually a crowd forms, sounding angrier as you go along. You draw in a bit closer in case anyone tries to rush him, and are gratified when the others do the same, forming a ring around him. You're not sure whether it blocks him from most peoples' sight or sends a 'back off' message, but either way the crowd thins a bit, allowing the lot of you to make your way to the guard office without incident.\n\n"We found this Drow, Hassat, in a nearby cave," you say as you walk up to the desk, leading Hassat by the arm. "We found some runes that indicate he might have been practicing dark magic, so we wanted to see if there were any reports of stuff like that nearby."\n\n"Drow doin' dark magic, eh?" The mustachioed guardsman eyes Hassat balefully. "Do think I've heard something like that, aye. Over Amperton way, maybe. Raisin' th' dead an' turnin' 'em on the livin', that sort of thing." He stands up and grabs the Drow's arm. "I'll see this filth to a cell, while we investigate."\n\n"Hey, hey, easy, he's cooperating!" you call as the guardsman yanks Hassat almost off his feet as he heads through a door behind the front desk.\n\n"Easy now, lass," Ulf murmurs, setting an armored hand on your arm. "We've turned 'im over to th' proper authorities, our part be done. We should take th' chance t' relax, enjoy ourselves, and then reequip. Might be we'll have more luck a second time venturin' in, stick together and whatnot."\n\n<hr>\n[["Maybe you're right."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]\n\n[["I made him a promise."|GGRoguePlaceholder]]

Grinning, you quietly step over to where Shae's dapple and Amana's black stallion are tied, carefully undoing the knots and briefly putting a finger across your lips for good measure. You doubt they get it, but then again their hooffalls do seem a little softer as you lead them over. Both are well-trained by now, and you noticed them snorting and with their noses flaring throughout the day anyway, obviously enticed by the scent of even more horsepussy... by the time you lead them close to their owners, their cocks are already jutting beneath their bellies, heads flared and tips dribbling pre. You gently nudge each into position, then give them a pat on the rump to send them leaping forward.\n\nAmana and Shae both give yelps of surprise at the sudden weight on their back. "Wait, what's-!? Aaaa!" Amana yelps as her midnight-colored steed slams his cock home into her brand new horsepussy, hilting on the very first thrust and then pulling back slowly before slamming again, making her cry out as she's stuffed full of cock once more.\n\n"H-he's fucking me!" Shae gasps out as her dapple pounds into her with short, frantic thrusts, his pink and grey dick pumping hard into her green-black cunt, forelimbs hugging tightly around her own barrel. "My own horse is fucking meeee," she whimpers, in a tone of voice that already says she's starting to enjoy that more than she thinks she should.\n\n"Sssshhh, keep your voices down," you whisper in amusement as you finish untying the chestnut, leading him over between the two before turning him loose. "You don't want the others to see you, do you?"\n\n"Cy... Cyan," Amana manages, gulping to steady her voice, fingers curling against the treetrunk as her stallion tries to drive her against it, her enlarged tits bouncing and wobbling beneath her tattered and pressed-up robes, her breath coming out in sharp pants. "What's... what are you... oh <i>gods</i>," she mewls as the stallion gives a particularly hard slam forward, his big black balls slapping forward against her.\n\n"Our horses are fucking us, our horses are fucking us," Shae just gasps out in a barely-audible whisper over and over again. While she'd earlier managed to relace her top to fit over her own bigger boobs, the constant shaking of her dapple beastfucking her has bounced them free, the large green orbs jiggling like true bowls of jelly in front of her.\n\n"Hey, you ride them all the time, don't you think it's about time you returned the favor and let them ride you?" you suggest smugly, before moaning happily as the chestnut mounts you, your own horsepussy at long last getting stuffed full of one of your mates' big, throbbing animal cock. You reach an arm up to drape around his neck as he settles his head over your shoulder, the beast snorting and grunting as he starts fucking away at your pussy, your other hand coming up to undo your chain shirt and let it fall open, freeing your own generous boobs.\n\nAll three of you moan and gasp and cum repeatedly as the stallions pound your pussies, the Clydesdale calmly standing off to the side, occasionally stamping a hoof and making his own big cock wobble beneath him. Of course your moans are with utter abandon, while Amana and Shae's are still colored by shame and humiliation, even as you can see their thick, rubbery pussies dripping down onto the forest floor. Eventually you can hear first Amana, then Shae muffling loud cries as their former steeds and now mates shove forward hard, no doubt pumping them full of thick equine cum just like the chestnut is doing to you. You turn your head and kiss his neck, then nudge him to slide off of you before clopping forward, cum drooling from your black pussy as you step up to Amana and the black stallion, the horse having started to slide off of her, his cock slipping out in a torrent of white and dangling below him.\n\n"Cyan... get him... get him down, I..." Amana pants as you reach below. "What are you...? Just... just get him down, I-" She says, unable to see as your hand coaxes the black stallion back to hardness, then lifts him up higher. "What's... what tha-" Her question cuts off with a whinny, her eyes going wide as the stallion shoves back forward, slamming his cock deep into her ass.\n\n"Are you... are you...?" Shae asks tremulously as you move to her side as well, gasping loudly as you reach forward with one hand to squeeze and knead one of her fat green tits while repeating the process. "Cyan, are you putting him in my-" And she too lets out a whinny as the dapple thrusts forward, then resumes his eager, short pumping, driving a little more of his equine prick into Shae's equally equine pucker with every thrust. "My ass my ass my ass my ass!" she whimpers out in time with his thrusts, her voice growing just a little less protesting and a little more eager with every repetition. Grinning, you settle back a little to shift your hind legs down and let the chestnut mount you again, giving your own soft nicker as he presses your thick pucker open with his flared cockhead.\n\nOnce all three of you have taken a load in the ass, you let the horses dismount on their own. Both Amana and Shae are panting and sweaty, their equine lower bodies gleaming with it, tails flicking back and forth, Amana's devil-like one lashing more like an overstimulated cat's. But once they raise their heads and look over, you know from the heat in their eyes that you've got them... they're hooked. Grinning, you beckon them over, and after only a moment's hesitation they move over to you. You guide them to stand beside you, all three of you side-by-side, six huge tits lined up and lightly pressing together (once you've helped Amana relieve herself of her robes), and three equine rumps with both holes dripping horse cum facing the Clydesdale.\n\n"Now, girls," you murmur. "It's the king's turn."\n\nBoth bite their lower lips, obviously knowing what you mean, but give slight nods. Then Amana cries out in both shock and pleasure as the Clydesdale mounts up on her and stuffs his thick prick into her already creampied equine cunt, shoving forward hard a few times before starting to really fuck her. The shaking of her body makes her tits wobble and shake mightily, and sends ever decreasing ripples through your tits and into Shae's. Smiling, you turn your head to the side and lean over, kissing the blushing green girl and twining your tongue with hers as her surrogate mother gets fucked by the massive horse.\n\nOnce he's finished dumping his first potent load of the night into Amana's dark crimson cunt, the Clydesdale dismounts and saunters to the side. He's nothing but a dumb beast, but you'd almost think he was picking who to do next... but apparently settles on the other new mare of his little herd. Shae mewls in blatant happiness as she feels his weight thud onto her back, then muffles her cry of pleasure as he slams into her cunt. Grinning, you turn your head and repeat your makeout session with her using Amana as your partner, while Shae gets beastfucked on your other side.\n\nBy the time the Clydesdale mounts up on you, both have moved around a bit to the front, leaning down with their tits hanging below them as they start sucking eagerly at your nipples, hands running over your belly and the sides of your horse body, making you positively tremble with excitement... especially once their own steeds mount up on them and begin fucking them again as they suckle at your tits, making them both moan and whimper loudly around the sensitive flesh.\n\nEventually the stallions have had their fill and saunter back to their places, cocks dangling limp beneath them and gradually starting to resheath. Shae has settled in as well, leaned forward with her arms around Amana's middle, suckling a black nipple while the Tiefling-taur moans and strokes her hair. "What do we do now...?" Amana murmurs, gasping happily as you slip three fingers into her cum-sodden horse cunt and start swirling them around.\n\n<hr>\n[[Stay the course.|GGCentaur]]\n\n[[Head off on your own.|GGCentaur6x3]]

Sticking your hands in your jacket pockets, you start moseying around the park, just looking at what there is to see. The thoroughfares are lined with shops and stands wherever it doesn't immediately preclude a ride or attraction from operating, and every so often you feel your money trying to burn a hole in your wallet. But you keep it firmly in your pocket... there's a full week ahead of you, and you won't have the most fun if you're eating exclusively at the hotel and doing nothing but attractions for that entire time.\n\n<b>[[Mascots|FMascotsStart]]</b>: Looks like Worldland has their own selection of original mascots trotting about greeting people. They're actually pretty realistic-looking, if that's the right word... their heads are kind of oversized and felt-y, but the rest of them seems more "natural". You kinda wanna see one up close just so you can see what they're made of.

"Mmf." Alina stirred gently, shifting up onto her side a little. The bed felt really good... even a little better than her own bed, which was very nice as it was. She felt her wings flutter, a little bit of an ache to them like there sometimes was when she slept too long. Gradually she opened her eyes, becoming aware of the warmth surrounding her hand as she did, and saw that the warmth was because someone was holding that hand.\n\nAt first she didn't recognize the fairy beside her bed. Full of breast and more regal of stature, Alina had only seen a very very few fairies old enough to look so mature, like the Queen. The butterfly-like wings only reinforced that, their faint flutter sending a shimmer of oranges and reds across them and a sprinkle of sparkles through the air like a faint fog of fire. Her hair was long and iridescent red, falling down her back in a straight wave, and across one side of her face, leaving the other eye... the eye... "Eric?" Alina asked faintly, her voice very soft and throat a tiny bit sore.\n\n"Hey there," Eric murmured, smiling more broadly at her and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.\n\n"Did I... oversleep?" Still feeling more confused than anything, Alina glanced around at the room that wasn't hers, then over at Eric again. The strange but kind of cute human shirts were gone, replaced by a simple silver choker and some bracelets, a thin white band trimmed in black going around the middle of her chest. "How much?" she added, since the obvious answer was 'yes'.\n\n"By a little. It's okay. I didn't mind waiting at all," Eric answered, bringing Alina's hand up to kiss the back of the knuckles. "How do you feel?"\n\n"Ummmm... like I wanna get out of bed!" Alina grinned brightly, flitting her wings to shake off the feeling of disuse and rising up, alighting on her feet beside the bed. She stretched and twisted, giving a soft 'mmm!' of excitement at waking up to face another day. She took another look around the room, realizing yet again that it wasn't hers, and probably didn't have any of her things in it. "Hey, I wanna put on my clothes and make breakfast and then I've got Meadow Duty!" she announced, resting her hands on her hips. "And then when I get home you've gotta tell me how come you look like you're like a thousand years old or something! We can go home, right?" she added, frowning very slightly in worry, something nagging in the back of her head that said there might be some reason she couldn't.\n\n"Yeah. Yeah we can. Everything's waiting there for you, and Meadow Duty too." Eric reached out to take her hand again as she stood, revealing the strip of cloth serving as a loin cloth, the crimson fairy looking deeply contented.\n\n"Oh, good! I was worried for some reason. But everything's okay, right?"\n\n"Yeah, everything's okay now. Let's go home."\n\n<b>Eric in Fairyland</b> end - <i>Waiting to go home</i>

"I guess we could take the statue, sure," you say, partly to distract yourself from your strange, sudden urges. You find them receding a little as you walk over to pick up the statue, though oddly enough it doesn't feel as cool in your hands as you were expecting. It's almost a little warm... eh, maybe there's a heating vent or something nearby that blows on it. You shift it in your hands, having to admit that it's a pretty quality piece of work... she has really amazing breasts, a fantastic ass, curvy legs. It looks more like a modern fanservice anime figure than something from the fifties made out of stone.\n\n"So, wait, which of us gets it?" Kev asks. "I mean, you said it'd be a souvenir, but there's four of us and just one of it."\n\n"Simple, we'll share," Jack says reasonably, grinning. "One of us can keep it for awhile, and when someone else wants to hold onto it for a bit they can ask whoever's holding onto it for it."\n\n"Seems fair," Leslie says with a shrug. "Then I guess the question is, who gets it first?"\n\n<hr>\n[[You.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Leslie.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Jack.|GGHH]]\n\n[[Kev.|GGHH]]

Sighing, you accept Ruby's hand and allow her to help you to your feet. You dust yourself off a bit, while Ruby looks at you, head tilting. "Hey, that's not a Beacon uniform, is it? Is that your old school's uniform or something?"\n\n"No, it's... the uniform of the school I <i>thought</i> I was going to attend," you answer, frowning at her. You turn around a bit... and stare. The massive building nearby looks more like a fairytale castle than a school, complete with spires, bridges, and a moat. If even you had to admit the school buildings at Meinubureiku Gakuen were impressive, this one is... well, breathtaking.\n\n"Um... I'm Ruby Rose," you hear from the side, and turn back towards the other girl, who's again holding her hand out, this time apparently as an offer to shake.\n\n"Yes, you said that. Part of that." After a moment you sigh and take her hand, since she looks like she's borderline doing a sad puppy expression and you might almost feel bad about that after her helping you up. (Ugh, you must have hit your head or something.) "I'm Layla Mercer."\n\n"Hi, Layla! That's a nice name! It means 'dusk' or 'night', doesn't it?" the petite girl chirps, grinning happily as she shakes your hand.\n\n"Uh." You blink. "Yeah, that's right."\n\n"That's pretty! 'Ruby' means... um... the red rock. Gemstone. Thingy."\n\n"... Right." You pointedly extract your hand from hers.\n\nRuby gives you an extremely sheepish, worried grin, and waves a hand around a bit. "Um, so, do you... do you know where we're supposed to go?"\n\n"I don't even know where we <i>are</i>!" you huff, resisting the urge to stamp your foot as well. "This morning I was in Japan arriving at some stupidly huge school, and they asked what I wanted to do so I said being a Huntress sounded cool because they were respected elites, then some bitch <i>shot me out of a tube</i> and now I'm here!"\n\n"Oh, uh, well, I don't know where Japan is or how hard you got shot out of that tube, but right now you're at Beacon Academy, in the city of Vale, in the Kingdom of Vale, on the world of Remnant." Ruby stares at you for a moment, then draws in a long, excited gasp, instantly crossing the space between the two of you, silver eyes sparkling as she balls her fists under her chin. "Are you a <i>space alien</i>?!"\n\n"What?! <b>NO!</b>" you blurt, shoving her head away from you.\n\n"Awww, I thought I made a space alien friend," Ruby says with a pout, tears dramatically streaming down her cheeks.\n\n"We are <i>not friends</i>, leave me alone," you snap, turning and walking in a random direction, as long as it's away from this weirdo.\n\n"Waaait, Layla, come back, please! Don't return to the mothership!"\n\n"SHUT UP!"\n\nEventually you find some respectable-looking people to ask for directions, and are told where new students are supposed to go... apparently the first night involves a sleepout in the cafeteria. Just wonderful. At least by then you're also told where everyone's luggage is, and are able to retrieve your sleeping clothes... a pair of designer drawstring pants in deep purple and a white tanktop embroidered with your initials in black thread. You retrieve a sleeping bag from the pile of them (ew ew ew ew shared bedding!) and meander through the room, trying to come to grips with this bizarre situation.\n\n"So you're the space alien, huh?"\n\nGritting your teeth, you turn around, and wind up staring a bit. What the hell? Those are... you drag your eyes up from the truly impressive chest to a face wreathed by a thick mane of scruffy golden hair, and a pair of amused lilac eyes. The blonde girl is wearing an orange-yellow shirt and black boyshorts, while next to her is, as could have been expected, Ruby Rose in an outfit not dissimilar to your own, albeit with much less stylish colors.\n\n"H-hi." Ruby grins sheepishly and raises a hand in a little wave. "Um, I kind of told my sister about you."\n\n"Yeah, no kidding," you reply flatly. Or at least you feel that way next to the new arrival.\n\n"My name's Yang Xiao Long," the tall girl says, resting her fists on her hips and grinning, which seems to be the default expression for her. "Nice to meet you, sorry about my sister."\n\n"Yaaang!" Ruby whines.\n\n"Xiao Long? So like... before misters sisters?" you ask, raising your fist and making a little bump motion.\n\n"Nah, we have different moms. So why's she think you're a space alien, anyway?" Yang inquires, tilting her head a bit.\n\n"I am <b>NOT</b> a space alien!" you shout, giving in to the urge to stamp your foot and thrust your fists down. You wince as you realize people are staring now, and growl at the two, "I am from <i>Earth</i>. I am from the third planet in the solar system, just like everyone else!"\n\n"Er." Ruby glances back and forth, then whispers, "I told you, this is Remnant. There <i>aren't</i> any other planets in our solar system, just Remnant and the moon."\n\n"Huh?" You turn and look up... and your jaw drops at the sight of a large moon with a chunk taken out of it, debris spread out around the missing piece.\n\n"Oh my God you really are a space alien," Yang murmurs, in a tone that sounds more shocked that her sister was right than at the existence of humans from another planet.\n\nYou feel like your head is spinning, and you really want to sit down. You scan the cafeteria, but see few immediate sources of respite. You do see one girl sitting up against the wall, yellow eyes raised from her book, giving you a sympathetic look... or is it pity? Still, she seems to have found a nice quiet little area. Or you could just go... away... from these weird sisters and their revelations. Or give in and talk to them like they seem to want to... it would be the path of least resistance, anyway.\n\n<hr>\n[[Go sit with the yellow-eyed girl.|MeanRWBY1x3]]\n\n[[Ditch the sisters.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[Fiiiine. Talk with Ruby.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]\n\n[[At least focus on Yang, she seems the cooler one.|MeanRWBYPlaceholder]]

Of course, a year later, yourself and Hassat are faced with an outcome that neither of you built into this little deal... twins. One boy, and one girl.\n\nOops.\n\nStill, such a thing has to be taken as a sign from some god or another. (Probably not Lolth, you didn't have spiders after all.) The two of you decide to settle for a relationship of equals... in that you're both constantly and equally struggling for dominance over the other, one or the other of you sometimes managing to claim it for a day or a week with some wager or another, occasional favor-trading, and sometimes just some underhanded tricks. \n\nToday is a special day in that dominance struggle. Or so you've decided. You stroke your hand up and down the long, thick black rubber strapon's shaft, smearing lube over the thick veins running all along its length. "Now, sometimes, buildup is just as important as anything else. You can take a good, long while getting ready, being deliberate about what you're doing, so that they can hear it every time your hand strokes along the dildo, among other things."\n\n"I see, I see, Mother," your teenage daughter chirps from where she's kneeling on the bed near you, naked save for her own near-identical strapon, pert young blue-black breasts bared proudly.\n\n"Now, while you should feel free to fuck a male however you like, for this particular activity I prefer a nice, slow entry," you continue, moving up behind your son where he's on his knees with his cheek against the mattress, hands bound securely behind his back with a silk sash wound around his wrists, ass in the air and smooth balls and half-hard prick dangling down between his thighs. You lean in, pressing the almost dripping tip of the strapon to his pucker, your hands squeezing his ass before you slowly begin to apply pressure, his hole gradually spreading as the rubber phallus starts to slide inside.\n\n"Mmmf! Mmmf!" he protests around the ball gag he's wearing, his body shuddering and eyes rolling a bit.\n\n"Oh? But you had so much fun fucking Mommy's ass, darling, can you give but not take?" you taunt, smirking as you continue to push the strapon inside your son's previously virgin hole. You watch his eyes roll up a little bit as you push just a bit harder, easing more of the thick thing into him. "See how he reacts? How he can't help but get harder and harder as he feels inch after inch of my fat rubber prick violating his ass?"\n\n"Mhmmmm," your daughter says with a giggle, before moving up behind her similarly-bound father. She delivers a smack to his ass, and gives a wicked laugh that makes you proud as he jerks in place, his fully stiff prick dripping a single pearl of pre at being spanked by his own daughter. "Oh, look at you, you're used to this, aren't you, Daddy?" she sneers as she moves into position, raising herself up a bit to press the tip of her strapon to his ass, then begins matching your own slow, steady movements of pressing it inside him. "But now it's your own daughter fucking you in the ass, and you're loving it, aren't you? Just like a pervert male," she coos, giving his ass another spank as his cock twitches and jerks beneath him.\n\nGrinning fondly at your daughter violating her father's ass, you quickly turn your attention back to your son, wrapping your arms around his waist and hauling him back the extra inch or so necessary to hilt inside him. He begins moaning like a slut as you start giving smooth, even thrusts, fucking him slow and steady, pumping the rubber cock into his tight teenage ass, watching his eyes roll and his ears blush as he starts to give in to the pleasure. Your daughter, meanwhile, has quickly risen to almost frenzy-fucking her father's asshole, her pert tits barely jiggling as she pounds her hips against him.\n\n"You like it, huh, Daddy? You like being my bitch? You like taking my big cock in your whore ass, don't you, Daddy?" she demands breathlessly, her dirty talk interspersed with the cutest little squeaks and gasps, and you're not sure whether it's the physical stimulation or the aural stimulation that has your mate's eyes rolling harder and his body trembling as his cock begins firing long bursts of cum all over the sheets.\n\nYou snicker, continuing to take your time about fucking your son's ass... he'll cum from it in due time. And some day in the future, he'll probably have you tied up on your back, your head over the side of the bed as he fucks your throat for as long as he likes. Little give-and-take activities like that are what makes for quality family bonding, after all!\n\n<b>Gamer Girl Rogue</b> end - <i>Drow family values</i>

"Shae's the best equipped to spot and undo a magical trap if she finds one, right?" you say slowly. "She should probably do it, don't you think?"\n\nAmana casts a worried glance at Shae, who just shrugs placidly, apparently unconcerned. "True. Very well, Shae, have at it."\n\nThe half-orc moves forward, pulling her long black hair back into a ponytail before starting to examine the pedestal. Eventually she moves on to checking the statue as well. Eventually, she shrugs and picks up the statue... then yelps as if it had stung her. She's either even stronger than she looks or the thing's hollow, because when she reflexively tosses it, it goes flying through the air rather easily, Amana yelping and reaching out towards it to catch it reflexively. \n\nWhile the statue's in the air, though, its effect is already starting to grip Shae. She groans, clutching her middle as her muscles ripple beneath the tight leather pants. The seams of them creak as something pushes out, the others watching in a sort of freeze-frame tableau as Shae's ass expands, then pushes out backwards, the leather tearing as it expands, lengthening as two more limbs begin to grow from the back of it, as her pussy thickens and shifts further back, the lips growing darker and more rubbery. Amana's probably seen the change start, but the statue's already coming right at her and her body has already reacted, her hands touching the sides before she yelps and swings them wide, dropping it. \n\nWhile Shae's new back legs continue to grow down towards the floor, her original feet shift, forcing her to raise up on her toes, which are shrinking and joining together, nails turning thick and dark and beginning to fuse. As Amana cries out, her robes stretching and then starting to rip as her own change begins, Shae's back hooves hit the floor and stamp hard, the half-orc... well, half-orc centaur... gasping as her tits start putting pressure on her leather top, bulging out of the cleavage before finally popping free, too large to be contained. She lets out a whinny-like sound of combined fear and... well, kind of sounds like pleasure to you as the skin of her lower half alters and grows coarse, dark green hair, a sleek black tail sprouting from above her thickening asshole. Amana gives her own equine cry as her tits start to expand too, pressing out against her tattered robes and raising them further along her lower half as deep red hide covers her own horselike lower body, and an electric purple tail sprouts.\n\nSoon, the both of them are panting and gasping, staring down at themselves. They're both centaurs, like you... oversized tits and all. Shae looks at herself in shock, stamping a hoof almost experimentally against the stone, while Amana twists her upper body around to look back at her rump, red eyes wide as her tail flicks.\n\n"W-what... what happened?" Shae whispers, looking at the statue, then herself, then Amana, then you. "It... it made us like you!"\n\n"Well, I think it made you part horse, since the lower halves still look kinda... well, half-orc-y. And Tiefling-y," you point out a little lamely, still in shock yourself. Indeed, Shae's horse body is still that strange blend of sleek and muscular, like a Clydesdale's muscles pressed into a champion racer's form.\n\nAmana stares at you, then down again and striking her own hoof against the rock... and cantering to one side in surprise as it sends up a shower of sparks. "Steel hooves. Like a hellhorse," she says rather dryly. "Yes, we are obviously not... traditional centaurs."\n\n"Can you change us back?!" Shae cries, only settling down a little when you trot over and rest a hand on her shoulder.\n\n"I... possibly, I will have to research the artifact, and the issue. I'll do my best Shae," Amana promises.\n\n"Well, one good thing of it," Thurkar grunts, gesturing with his axe. You turn and look... indeed, the force field is gone, leaving nothing between all of you and the treasure.\n\n"Ah, well, there's no possible way we could carry all of this," Bane says after a moment, probably not wishing to seem too eager to move along from the present issue. "So let's load up what we can, and we shall keep the location as closely-guarded a secret as we have so far, coming back for more when we can."\n\nAll of you load up your magical bags with as much as will fit. Bane and Thurkar then load up heavy sadd